Crown Vic to a Parallel World

42

Dull Planning and a Romp

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, I agree, I quite agree that he will likely be aware that you are coming, but what if he does not know?” Ars insisted for what felt like the hundredth time.  Neb, Bem, Shawn, Ars, and me were in the conference room.  The Dux brothers took the day off to spend time with Cy’s family.  We’d been looking at a map of the land around the Demon’s Citadel and Ars was playing devil’s advocate on our transportation options.  “Think of it, Warrant Officer, what if you did manage to surprise him?”

I broke into the back-and-forth that was getting us nowhere.  “Neb, would you explain where we’re going and what the trouble is?” I was standing in the back of the room as usual.  The damn chairs were still too narrow for me, despite my significant weight loss, and I was tired of forcing myself between the arms.

Neb stood next to the wall screen and used her pointer to illustrate the problem on the map.  “The mining town of Oppidum is two-thousand miles west-north-west of here.  It is the last outpost of civilization between us and the mountain.  Between Oppidum and the mountain are four-hundred miles of the Patet Sine Nomine, literally the plains with no name, or the nameless plains.

“It’s a wasteland; the soil too thin and too dry to sustain life for anything besides a hearty scrub that grows there and nowhere else.  The plains are easily traversed by any standard vehicle, but all our vehicles are powered by catalytically converted electricity and therefore, they emit a small, but detectable magic signature.  The Steward is concerned this will alert Pravus of our approach.”

Neb glared frustration at Ars.  “This discussion is pointless.  We either make the trip in one day in a modern vehicle or what, horses?  Ridiculous!  The trip would take weeks.  We’d never be able to haul enough provisions to last out the journey.  In addition, what about Church’s magic?  If Pravus can sense the signature of a vehicle, he will certainly sense Church.”

“Not necessarily, no not necessarily at all.” Ars insisted. “Mister Philips is unprecedented, an anomaly.  It is extremely unlikely that Pravus would connect the magical presence of Mister Philips with a single individual.  Very unlikely indeed.  The vehicle signature is subtle, certain to draw attention.  Mister Philips would show like a beacon on any sensing apparatus.  Pravus would never believe we would be bold enough to approach him so…boldly.”

Neb was at the edge of her patience.  It was taking all her restraint not to fly off the handle at the intractable Ars.  She drew a couple calming breaths before she tried again to make him see reason.  “Steward…let’s assume you’re right.  Let’s assume Pravus would be suspicious of a vehicle signature but not, as you called it, Church’s beacon.  Church would be in the vehicle.  His beacon would overshadow the vehicle signature.”

Ars refused to be moved by logic.  “Not necessarily, Warrant Officer, no, not necessarily at all.  Different signatures entirely.  Sensitive instrumentation would know the difference.”

“WHAT INSTRUMENTATION?”  Neb shouted to give vent to her strong feelings.

Ars stressed the need for caution, logic be damned. “One-thousand-five-hundred years is a very long time, Warrant Officer.  We have no inkling of what they may have developed in that time.  No, every precaution must be taken.  If I thought it was possible to send Mister Philips across the plains inside a reflection room, I would.  Not practical, no, not practical at all.  Failing that, we must eliminate the vehicle signature if we can.”

Neb seemed to be filling her lungs for another blast when I waded into the argument with what I thought was a silly suggestion.  “If we could get some gas, we could take the Vic.”

Neb spent her breath on a noisy exhale instead of a shout and raised angry eyes to gaze to me.  “What is a Vic?” She asked.

I persuaded everyone to reconvene the meeting in the parking garage.  In a dark corner, behind some strategically placed screens that hadn’t been there the last time I’d seen the vehicle, sat the Vic.  I slid the screens aside and proudly presented the ancient sedan.  “This is a 1986 Ford Crown Victoria, known affectionately as ‘the Vic.’  It runs on internal combustion.  No magic required.”

“Combustion?” Bem asked as he walked around the car. “It runs on fire?”

I tried to explain but it was harder than I thought.  Solum wasn’t a world that understood fossil fuels.  In order to demonstrate, I opened the hood and started the car.  It came to life with a clatter of collapsed lifters, the dull thunk of worn bearings, and a cloud of blue smoke, all of which dissipated as it warmed.

Bem seemed interested like an adolescent would be interested in a piece of heavy construction equipment. “Is everything on Earth big like you?  This thing is the size of a bus!”

Neb, as usual, was more business-like.  She asked questions about range, cargo capacity, seating arrangements, achievable speed, and the like.  She didn’t like the reduced cargo space as compared to the transport van we’d been using, but she approved of everything else.  She asked for a sample of the fuel.

I took the empty whiskey bottle from the glove box and filled it from a bleed port in the fuel line that I’d long ago installed upstream of the fuel filter.  I handed it over with some basic safety precautions and we trooped back to the conference room.

Neb set the bottle of gas on the table to deal with later.  “It’s an option.” She said of the Vic. “I wish we could carry more gear, but we’re only planning to camp for one night.  There will be enough space for rations, tents, and basic necessities only.  I don’t think repelling gear will fit.  That means free climbing both ways.”

“No,” I corrected, “it means free climbing for ME both ways.  Fuck.”  I leaned against the wall, sulked, and muttered obscenities to myself.  “Fucking goddamned demon king…fucking goddamned mountain…jerkoff, asshole…I wonder if I’ve got enough juice to knock his fucking goddamned mountain over.  Then we could kill the shit out of him on the ground.”

“CHURCH!” Neb called.  She sounded exasperated.  I guessed she’d called me several times before I heard. “How much does your Vic weigh?”

“Four thousand pounds…that’s with nothing in it…loaded, a little over five.”

All eyes in the room turned to me.  “Five thousand pounds…really?” Neb asked.

I assumed from her reaction that the plumb-purple plastic vehicles on Solum were far lighter. “Yeah…that’s pretty standard for a vehicle from that era.  The decade prior, some were as heavy as six thousand.”

Neb, Bem, and Ars conferred in hushed voices.  I heard enough to understand they thought the weight of the vehicle was ‘astonishing.’  Despite that, Ars thought a city bus could be converted to transport the Vic to Oppidum, but the ‘great weight’ of the car made it just ‘barely possible.’

“Don’t forget the width.” I reminded. “I’ve been on your busses.  The car is as wide if not wider than they are.”

The shocked expressions turned to me again.  They hadn’t considered it possible.  “What about a freight truck?” I asked. “Or wrap a tarp around it and tow it.  You can flat tow it if you have to.  I just need to drop the driveshaft and wire it up.”

The conference resumed.  It was tentatively decided to tow the car.  The three professionals came up for air and we moved on to other topics.  One of these was Personal Protective Equipment.  It was quickly decided that, since we would have Shawn the physician along, and we were planning on using overwhelming force, full body armor was unnecessary, perhaps even a liability due to the limitation it put on movement.

Instead, we would be issued protective vests.  They would be bullet proof up to a fifty-caliber rifle round.  The impact would hurt like hell and possibly crack ribs, but it wouldn’t kill the wearer.  The other piece of PPE would be a helmet to protect the crown and back of the head only.  A face shield limited peripheral vision, something else that was considered more dangerous than leaving the face unprotected.

With the safety equipment planned for, more topics were raised and discussed.  In that manner, the meeting wound its ponderous way from one subject to the next, mostly inane logistics.  I was in the middle of questioning my sanity for deciding to attend the incredibly dull meeting when it ended.  It was just before lunch as the last dry topic had been introduced, hashed out, and settled.

I hadn’t been paying attention for a while.  Suddenly the drone of conversation silenced, and the meeting was over.  Bem appeared in the path of my downcast eyes.  He grinned up at me and bounced on his heels like he had in the dojo room.  I didn’t understand what was behind the hopping sparrow routine and asked about it. “What?” I asked.

Bem winked at me in response.  His wink made the dim bulb in my head light up with understanding.  I remembered the promise Shawn and I had made for a matinee romp with Bem. “Oh, right.”

I looked up to locate Shawn with my eyes.  I saw that he was speaking with his uncle.  “Shawn…will you be much longer?” I asked across the small room.

Shawn said a few more words to Ars before he made the motions of taking his leave, then he came to join us.  “You in a hurry?” He asked.

“No, but he is.” I nodded at Bem.  Shawn remembered faster than I had.  He laughed his beautiful ringing laugh and led us from the room.

*          *          *          *

Shawn and I had taken the bus to The HALL that morning.  We’d done it for two reasons.  The first was that my modest weight loss hadn’t made me much smaller, and the egg cars had gotten no larger.  I still didn’t fit inside them and hated riding in them.  If we could ride a bus to our destination, I preferred that over riding in the too-small eggs.

The second reason we’d taken the bus was as a strategy to keep Shawn and me safe from Bem’s advances.  We assumed if Shawn drove us, Bem would try to maul me on the way to the apartment.  This was especially true since, if we took the two-seat egg, Bem and I would be sitting together, basically on top of one another.  With the link that Shawn and I shared, if Bem got me too worked up, there was a very real risk that Shawn would get distracted with a head full of sex and crash the car.

The idea of taking the bus had seemed like a good one in theory, but it worked only partially.  Bem sat between us and went out of his way to prove he had no shame.  I had to constantly remove his roaming hands from my crotch, my inner thigh, from inside my shirt, and several other places as we rode along.  Shawn had similar trouble on his side.  When we’d started the trip, only Bem simmered with lusty impatience.  By the time the journey ended, and under the influence of Bem’s constant groping, we all simmered with lusty impatience.

Still, we managed to make it all the way into Shawn’s apartment, embarrassed but without incident.  Bem started stripping his clothes as soon as he was inside.  “BEM!” Shawn shouted.  The volume from the normally-quiet Shawn startled him into listening.  Shawn pushed Bem to the kitchen island and sat him in a chair.

“I know you’re excited.  We are as well, but there are a couple things we need to do before we engage.  We need to eat.  Remember, we have the rest of the day and all night.  Please, calm down.  Let’s have lunch.  After, we eat, I think we’ll have a shower, then playtime until dinner.  After dinner, we’ll have more playtime until it’s time to sleep.”

A question formed in Bem’s mind and displayed itself on his face.  “How long do you expect this to last?  I mean, I’ve got some decent staying power, but you’re talking about a marathon on top of a marathon.”

Shawn moved to the culinarian side of the counter to program lunch and elaborated as he went.  “We, that is, Church and I, have discovered something.  The power that Church has, all that magic his body makes supports his stamina and the stamina of those closest to him.  The day we met you, when we got back to the hotel, we had a session with four completions each.” 

Bem slid to the edge of his seat and leaned across the island like he was trying to get closer to Shawn’s words.  Shawn continued his explanation of my special ability and what it meant for our romp. “The day we came back from the canyon, I stopped us after six completions…each, then we went out to dinner.”  Bem pushed himself back into the chair with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What’s the limit for tonight?” I asked.

Shawn finished his programming.  The culinarian made some small noises as it processed the order.  “I think six is enough for anyone.” He decreed.

“Awwww…come on,” I wheedled, “it’s a special occasion.”

“Yes, it is,” Shawn agreed, “but we’ve added a person.  Six each is eighteen total.  I think that’s plenty.”

“Fine, killjoy!” I sulked like I’d given a major concession.

Bem shared his dumbfounded expression between us.  “You’re not kidding, are you?” He whispered.

“Nope,” I admitted, “the truth is stranger than fiction my friend.” I settled into the chair next to Bem at the island and turned to face him. “Bem, you seem tense.  How about I rub your shoulders while we wait for the food.” I wrapped his shoulders and upper back with my magic and massaged the knots out of his muscles.  His sinewy body felt good through my magic.

Bem rolled his head back into the sensation and groaned.  “Feels sooooo gooooood.  How are you doing that?”

“The telekinesis you stood on today…the same thing is working your shoulders.”

“What else can you do?” Bem asked.

“I think I can do a lot more, but Shawn’s afraid.” I shot an indignant scowl at Shawn that he ignored. “He won’t let me use it on his sensitive bits.”

Bem groaned again as I worked out some knots between his shoulder blades.  “I’m not afraid…incredible.”

“This is gonna be fun!” I cheered.

The culinarian chimed and it was time to eat.

*          *          *          *

We ate a light meal that wouldn’t hinder performance and loaded the dishwasher.  Bem started peeling his clothes off again, but Shawn stopped him.  Shawn seemed to have a plan for us, and I knew enough not to argue.  He turned the television on to a music channel.  The wall display showed bars of rising and falling colors, like a combination between a test pattern and an electronic VU meter.  The music Shawn picked was a brassy instrumental with a ton of suggestive sax and a deep percussive beat.  He turned it up loud enough to fill the apartment with rich sound.

Shawn made Bem and I sit on the edge of the bed, fully clothed and facing the bathroom.  He went in to ‘get things ready,’ and closed the door behind him.  I could feel Shawn bursting with anticipation and excitement.  I didn’t know what he planned to do, but I knew it would be good.

As soon as he shut the door on us, Bem started groping me again.  I was looking forward to exploring the smaller man but didn’t want to get ahead of Shawn.  I cocooned Bem’s body in my magic, from his feet to his shoulders, to stop him.  He struggled with single-minded purpose.

I was sitting to Bem’s right.  I put my left arm around him and pulled him against me.  “Slow down.” I instructed. “Shawn is the master of sensuality.  Whatever he has planned, it will be worth your undivided attention.”  Bem stopped struggling…reluctantly.

A new tune started with a swelling of brass and percussion.  The bathroom door swung open to reveal Shawn wearing his big, white bathrobe.  He’d pulled his long hair back tight and put something in it, so it looked wet.  The sash of the robe was tied, his hands were in his pockets.  The only skin visible were his feet and ankles, the hollow of his throat, and the inner extreme of his collar bones.  He tilted his head down, pushed his full, pink lips into a pout, and hit me with the up-from-under look from his big frozen eyes.

It was all I could do not to pounce on him.  Bem’s outsized baritone said what I was thinking.  “Fuck that’s so fucking hot.”

Shawn’s hips picked up the beat of the music.  They tilted forward and back in time to the bass drum.  The movement spread to the rest of his body.  He danced in the doorway, but never moved beyond its confines.  He reminded me of a cage dancer in a strip club.

The music intensified and Shawn cranked up his act to match.  He turned his back to us and flipped the robe down to show off his strong shoulders.  He flipped it up and turned his right side toward us.  His right leg separated the bottom of the robe, he held it straight out from his body.  He flexed it and quickly lowered it to slip back inside the robe.

Bem struggled against the magic that restrained him and whimpered with desperate need.  I lifted him into my lap, wrapped my arms around him, and released the magic.  He scooted around enough to pull me into a deep, full-tongue kiss.  I savored the unfamiliar flavor of Bem’s salty mouth but kept my eyes on Shawn.  Having Bem in my arms drove my lust and excited Shawn.  It excited him emotionally and physically and added a layer to his act.

Shawn opened the top of his robe to show off his rippling torso and closed it back.  He opened the bottom to show off his dancing legs but stopped short of the tented fabric over his crotch.  He spun away from us again and dropped the robe to the floor to reveal the whole of his amazing body.  I pulled my tongue from Bem’s sucking mouth and forced his head around to the sight.  He tried to jump out of my lap.  I held him tight and whispered in his ear.  “No, it’s not over.”

Bem made an angry, frustrated noise in his throat that I ignored.  Shawn’s hips started grinding in time to the music, his every muscle flexed as he danced.  Bem’s lust was in high gear, his breathing fast and ragged.  “So HOT!” He rasped.

Shawn raised his arms above his head, like they were an extension of the V of his back, his hands closed in fists.  He leaned his head and shoulders toward us, far enough to lock his upside-down eyes on mine.  He tilted his right fist down.  Something in his hand released a stream of clear fluid onto his chest.  Shawn lowered his arms to run his hands over his body.

The music swelled again.  Shawn righted himself and did a smooth about-face.  His whole torso was slick with oil.  My brain screamed with raw lust.  I tightened my grip around Bem who was keeping time with the music by chanting, ‘so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot.’

Shawn gyrated and slicked himself; his arms, his hips, each leg.  I almost came out of my skin when he did his legs.  He coated his throbbing manhood then reached behind to oil his upper back as he rhythmically thrust his erection into the air.  He spun on the balls of his feet, ran his slick hands down the small of his back, and over the round firmness of his ass.

His hands moved to his front.  They slid sensuously up his undulating torso.  He coated his face and pirouetted to look at us; bedroom eyes and pouty mouth, his glistening body flexed and pounded to the music.  Shawn’s show had driven Bem and me almost beyond rational thought and he knew it.  His face creased in a grin that was half seduction and half self-satisfied pleasure.

Shawn turned his body away and eyed us over his right shoulder while he rubbed circles on his right ass cheek with a flat palm and wide-spread fingers.  He slapped his flesh once on the beat of the music.  He slapped it again with the crash of cymbals.  His left hand reached around his body until it appeared next to his right arm.  A crooked finger beckoned us.  He strutted into the shower stall, slamming his feet down to make his muscles quiver with his steps.

Bem growled and struggled in my arms.  If I’d have let him go, he would have left my lap like a bullet from a gun.  I manhandled him to face me, held him against my body, and kissed him as hard as I knew how.  I ran my hands over his lean body and under his clothes while we made out, his hairy body a new sensation for hands used to Shawn’s smoothness.

We pulled apart, red-faced, breathing hard.  My words came out in shouted barks.  It was taking all my self-control to even use words.  “LET HIM…SET PACE…TRUST…ME!”

Bem shivered in my arms and nodded.  I set him on his feet and made him strip me to slow him down.  I stripped him at the same time.  When we were both nude and had a chance to admire each other’s nakedness, we joined a gloriously shimmering, wet, slick, oily Shawn under the hot water.

*          *          *          *

I leaned my upper back against the shower wall and skidded down the glass to sit on the floor.  My mind was completely blown, and I needed some time to recover my wits.  When Bem and I joined Shawn in the shower, the first thing we did was take turns washing each other.  Bem and I washed Shawn first.

I enjoyed the activity.  Any excuse to run my hands over Shawn’s body was a good excuse.  I made sure I washed all my favorite parts of my boyfriend, including his ass and perfect legs.  I loved the feeling of his smooth skin and supple flesh under my hands.  Shawn got into it and surrendered himself to my and Bem’s soapy exploration of his body.

Once Shawn was clean, he and I washed Bem.  The lean man reveled in the worship.  Neither Shawn nor I knew Bem’s body, so washing him was a nice way to get to know it better.  His tan runner’s build, completely coated in fine, straight hair, looked even better shimmering wet than it had when I first saw it dry.  The shower water ran in rivulets, channeled by the hair and the natural contours of his body.

Bem’s muscles were firm and taught, his skin tight, but his body had more hard angles than Shawn’s.  I could count his ribs as I soaped his chest and upper back and feel the individual vertebrae as I teased my fingers down the channel of his spine on my way toward his pert ass.

Bem’s ass was the one fleshy part of his body.  Two mounds of firm flesh that bulged or elongated depending on how he shifted his weight.  There wasn’t enough meat to grab a handful of, but there was ample flesh to guard Bem’s furry, winking hole.

As I scrubbed him, I wondered if Bem was a top or a bottom.  I wondered what his pert ass would feel like wrapped around my cock or what his cock would feel like buried in my ass.  Bem’s cock inflated to full mast while Shawn’s probing fingers washed under his balls and over his package.  I noticed the intimate similarities and differences between the two men.

Bem’s cock was almost the same size as Shawn’s, but it looked bigger because Bem was a smaller man.  Bem’s cock curved upward while Shawn’s pointed straight from his body.  Bem’s was also about the same thickness from root to tip while Shawn’s had a mushroom head that was larger than the shaft.  Bem’s balls were smaller, but they hung in a loose sac that swayed whenever he spread his legs.  Shawn’s balls were larger, substantially larger, but his stayed close to his body in a tight round sac.  I was attracted to both men, and both cocks.  I was looking forward to experiencing them in turn.

As Shawn and I finished washing Bem, both he and Bem rounded on me to give me my turn.  Shawn filled his hands with soap and offered it to Bem so he could do the same.  Bem looked up at me. “So much man.” He rumbled in an even deeper version of his outsized baritone voice.

I backed away from both of them until the shower wall halted my retreat. “Wait.” I pleaded and held my hands up, palms toward Shawn and Bem like I wanted to fend them off.

“Wait for what?” Shawn asked through an up from under look that made my cock pulse. “Didn’t you think you’d have a turn?”

“No…uh…I mean, I thought…” I stammered as I tried to think of a reason they shouldn’t wash me.

“Oh, no, Big Guy,” Bem rumbled, “it’s your turn and I won’t be denied my fun.  Put those hands down.”

I reluctantly lowered my hands and stepped off the shower wall.  My surrender pleased Bem but he wanted more. “Make me as tall as you, Big Guy…actually, make me taller.  I want to start with that thick neck and those big shoulders.”

I created a platform for Bem to stand on that made him a head taller than me.  He grinned all over his face and made a growling sound in his throat.  His small, strong hands began to work the soap and hot water into my muscles.  Bem worked on my front while Shawn busied himself behind me.

Bem and Shawn worshiped my body.  They soaped and scrubbed and explored, they coordinated their efforts to trace every contour of my fitter, leaner body.  I felt like there were more than just four hands massaging me.  Between Bem and Shawn, I felt like a whole team was working my body.

Erotic heat flooded from my core as I experienced what it was like to be the object of desire, to be wanted, to be lusted after by more than just Shawn.  The hard work of the two men, their roaming hands and lusty looks, the teasing fingers that made me gasp and the stolen kisses that quieted my moans, all conspired to make me feel like a god.  By the time the worshipers finished and stepped away to allow me to rinse off, my brains had been completely scrambled by pleasure.

I’d found myself sitting on the floor as I fought to collect myself after the experience.  Shawn and Bem chatted about boundaries and limits like what they’d done to me had been an everyday thing.  Shawn glanced at me for agreement as he nonchalantly chattered with Bem.  He did it like, after the mind-blowing tenderness they’d subjected me to, there was a chance that my brain was still functioning.

Shawn talked on as he stood under the cascading water with Bem.  Bem shifted his attention away from Shawn.  He watched me as I sat against the shower wall.  He watched me as I put my mind back together.  He watched me as my brain started functioning again.  Bem stepped away from Shawn mid-sentence and followed his hard cock across the shower stall until he stood in front of me.

Bem peered down at me, his eyes on mine and a smirk on his face.  “What are you best at, Big Guy?” He asked me.

Shawn appeared over Bem’s shoulder.  He stood a little to the side and behind the smaller man. “He gives an amazing rim job.” Shawn announced.

“Does he?” Bem asked. “How is he at sucking cock?”

“Not bad.” Shawn hedged his answer. “His gag reflex gets in the way.”

“Really?” Bem asked.

From the look on Bem’s face, I sensed that he was about to do something.  I wondered what it was.  He didn’t make me wait very long to find out. “Get on your knees, Big Guy.”

Bem was standing pretty close to me.  He was too close for me to lean forward to shift my legs from under me the way I normally would have.  I thought about asking him to step back to give me some room, but something about the way Bem stared into my eyes made me hesitate.  I realized with a mental smirk what Bem was doing.  Bem was trying to get on top of me emotionally.  He was deliberately standing too close to me and staring me down as a play for power.  He was trying to dominate me.

I almost laughed out loud when I realized what he was doing.  What Bem didn’t know was that I already knew all the power-play tricks.  I’d seen them on the construction site.  Everything on site is a power-play, from the guy that stands too close when he talks, to the guy that blusters and brags with every breath, to the guy that won’t talk unless he’s standing up and his audience is sitting, all of it a projected dick measuring contest.

A lot of guys had gone out of their way to try to dominate me because I was usually the biggest guy on site.  I was also the one that gave the least shit about their bluster and posturing.  I was there to do a job, so I could go home and get fucked up, nothing more.  I didn’t give a shit who thought they had the biggest dick.  The situation with Bem standing over me was kind of similar, except I didn’t mind if Bem thought he had the biggest dick.

I couldn’t beat him in a fight, not physically anyway, and I sure couldn’t beat him in a race up a climbing wall, but if I wanted to smash him, I knew my magic was capable of smashing him.  That wasn’t the point though.  It seemed to me that Bem wanted the rush of dominating a big, powerful guy, so with a smirk that I felt in my head but didn’t show on my face, I let him dominate me.

I started by getting on my knees without asking Bem to move back.  I leaned over sideways to fold my legs under my body one at a time and managed to get myself into a kneeling position in front of him.  I put my eyes back on his and waited for more instructions.

Bem seemed encouraged by what I’d done.  He peered down at me. “When we kissed before, did you like the way my mouth tasted?” He asked me in his deeper, rumbling voice.

I started to answer, but swallowed my words and nodded obediently instead.

“Open your mouth.” Bem commanded.

I did as I was told.  Bem craned his head forward just a bit but didn’t break eye contact with me.  He pursed his lips and pushed a glob of spit from his mouth.  It left his lips and stretched out as it fell.  It caught up with itself as it splashed in my waiting mouth.

For a split second, I thought about being revolted by what he’d done to me, but as I tasted the saltiness of Bem’s mouth, my sex-saturated brain took over and approved of the experience.  I snaked my tongue from between my parted lips to lick the splash from around my mouth.

I didn’t swallow.  I left Bem’s spit swim across my tongue with my own.  I left my mouth open in anticipation of the next thing Bem decided to give me.  Bem looked down at me and seemed to inflate with pride at the power he thought he had over me.  I let him have it.  I let him believe that I felt like I was there to serve him.

I was proud of myself for giving Bem what he wanted.  I was proud of myself for playing the role.  I enjoyed watching Bem revel in it.  As I played along, I felt a wave of naughtiness from Shawn.  I could see him in my peripheral vision as he leaned closer to Bem so he could watch over Bem’s shoulder.

“Big Guy,” Bem said to get my attention that he already had, “when you’re with someone you haven’t been with before, and they do something like that, you have to let them know if you liked it or not.  If you like it, nod your head.  If you didn’t, shake it.  That lets them know if they should keep going or try something else.”

I maintained eye contact with Bem and nodded to him.  His grin grew wider, and he craned his head forward again.  He pursed his lips again and pushed a larger glob of spit from his mouth.  It stretched out before it broke from his bottom lip and splashed into my mouth like the previous one.  I nodded once to Bem and licked up the splash again.

Bem praised me. “Good…that’s hot, Big Guy.  Shawn thinks so too.  His cock is pulsing against my butt, so I know he thinks it’s hot.  I have something else for you.  Do you want it?”

I nodded once.  Bem took a half step forward until his cock was right in my face.  Shawn moved up behind him and draped himself around Bem, his chin on Bem’s left shoulder and his arms around Bem’s chest.  I darted my eyes to Shawn and was instantly corrected for it. “Don’t look at him, Big Guy, focus on me.”

I locked eyes with Bem again, per his instructions.  I enjoyed watching his chest puff up even more with pride that I’d followed his order.  Bem grinned a self-satisfied smile at me.  He moved his hips forward and smeared the spongy head of his cock around my parted lips.  He moved back a fraction. “Suck it.” He commanded.

I raised my tongue to lap at the head of Bem’s cock and tasted the saltiness of pre-cum on the head.  I took him into my mouth and right to the back of my throat.  My gag reflex betrayed me, and I heaved around his cock.  I backed off to swallow and reset myself for another try. “Sorry.” I gasped.

“No…no sorry, Big Guy.  This is how we learn.” Bem slipped out of Shawn’s embrace and squatted down to put his hand to the front of my throat. “These muscles, focus on these.  See if you can control them.  Try to open your throat.”

I worked to figure out which muscles he meant.  When I found them, I realized that Bem was right, I could control those muscles to open my throat.  Bem felt them move from the outside as I felt them on the inside.  He praised me. “Good…excellent.”

Bem took those same fingers and offered them to my mouth.  I slurped them in and started to worship the digits when Bem stopped me with the raised finger of his opposite hand. “Big Guy, breathe through your nose.  Long breathes in and out.  Slowly, in…and…out.” He coached me. “Now flex those muscles out of the way.”

I did as I was told, and Bem approved. “Good.  Very good.” He praised me some more. “Now, keep breathing no matter what and if you start to gag, let yourself gag but don’t back all the way off.  Back off just enough to stop yourself from gagging, wait until you’re all the way settled, then try again.”

Bem reached his fingers into the back of my throat.  When they hit the back of it, my throat locked up and I retched.  Bem pulled back a fraction like he’d said and waited for me to settle down, then he tried again.  He did that several times until he could touch the back of my throat without triggering my gag reflex.  He left his fingers there for a while, rubbing them up and down the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils to prove I’d learned something.

He took his fingers from my mouth and offered me his cock again.  I lunged at him, but Bem held me off. “No, no…slowly.  Take it slowly and you’ll be able to take the whole thing.  I promise.”

I did as Bem said.  I worked his cock into the back of my throat a fraction at a time, until my nose flattened against his blond bush.  I held myself there and breathed slowly like he’d taught me.  Bem’s outsized voice came to me in a pleasure-filled rasp. “So good…so good, Big Guy.” He tilted his hips a little to screw his cock around in my throat.  I still didn’t gag.

Bem pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Work on that, Church.  Keep at it and you’ll be a first-class cocksucker in no time.”

I burst out laughing. “Life goals!” I said to Bem’s smiling face.

Bem and Shawn both laughed at that one.

After the lesson, the three of us dried off and moved to the bedroom where I practiced some more.  Bem even taught me some variations. “Put your fingers in my ass.” He instructed me. “When you’re sucking cock, you’re in control.  Get at least two fingers inside the top, that will keep him from trying to fuck your face.”

I slicked my fingers and started to work them into Bem’s tight hole.  I had one in and was working on the second when he gasped through teeth-clenching pleasure. “FUCK…your fingers are so THICK!  It’s like being fingered by dicks.”

I sucked Bem’s cock and fingered his hole until I felt he was close.  I felt his loose, low hanging balls draw up in his sack.  Bem tried to back away.  He tried to save his load for later.  I dug my fingers into his hole to keep him still. “No…no Big Guy…too soon.” Bem begged me to release him.  I released him, but not the way he meant.

I rubbed the tips of my fingers against his prostate and swirled my tongue over the head of his cock.  Bem erupted in my mouth with shot after shot of slightly bitter, but very rich cream.  Bem gave himself over to the orgasm and let himself enjoy it.  When he finished shooting and came down from his orgasm high, he was mad.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” He demanded.

Shawn was behind him, kissing his neck and the top of his shoulder while Bem ranted.  Shawn kissed Bem’s ear and blew in it.  Bem shivered from the sensation, but he was still angry.  Shawn explained in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “That was just the first one.  Church always swallows the first one.  That’s how things work with us.”

“But it was too soon.” Bem complained.

“You forget,” Shawn corrected him, “this is going to go on and on and on.  You’ll shoot many more times.”

I gulped down Bem’s load so I could put my two cents in. “At least five.”

Bem looked wide-eyed surprise at Shawn and then down at me. “You guys were serious earlier?” He asked in amazement.

“Very.” I confirmed and leaned forward to lap my tongue over Bem’s throbbing cock. “See, still hard as a rock and ready to go again, and again, and again.”

Bem pushed his cock down and released it to slap against his flat stomach. “It is…it’s still rock hard.” He observed.  Pure mischief spread across his face. “This is gonna be great!”

Shawn moved out from behind Bem and stood in front of me. “Yes, it will.” He agreed and waved his hard cock in my face. “Especially because you taught my boyfriend a new skill.”

I slurped Shawn into my mouth with greedy delight.

*          *          *          *

Later, several loads later, I was standing near the kitchen island.  I’d just finished my turn in Bem’s ass and needed a break.  I’d fucked him on his back while Shawn held Bem against his body.  Bem had said he wanted to watch me take him.  He’d said he wanted to watch my big body work to fuck his ass.  I didn’t see any reason not to give him what he wanted, but the lusty comments Bem made while I fucked him embarrassed me.  Bem raved on and on about the big slab of man that I was.  His words were flattering, but I was unused to being praised for my size.

When I finished and pulled out, Shawn decided it was his turn in Bem’s ass.  He took my place while I went for a drink of water.  When I got my full glass and looked back toward the bed, my attention was captured by the hypnotic rhythm of Shawn’s ass and legs as he slow-fucked Bem.

Bem was on his back on the bed with his legs up and his ankles on Shawn’s shoulders.  Shawn stood on the floor and pushed himself into and out of Bem’s willing ass.  Bem grunted with each fresh invasion and encouraged Shawn to fuck him harder and faster, neither suggestion did Shawn listen to.  Shawn was a master at making pleasure last and Bem was learning that.

I thought it was funny that Bem seemed to be all about going slow and taking his time and making sex last until it was his ass getting fucked, then he wanted to be plowed.  I chuckled at the small hypocrisy and thought about what the three of us had done with each other.  So far, the session had been incredible.  In spite of my initial concerns, it turned out that adding Bem had taken nothing away from the experience.  There were still things left to do and I looked forward to each of them.

As I glanced toward the bed, the sight of Shawn’s perfect ass and his powerful thighs as they flexed and bulged and pistoned his cock into Bem, it made my mouth hang open with desperate attraction.  If my cock wasn’t already hard, it would have inflated to full mast from the sight.

I finished my glass of water and moved toward the pair with the intention of draping myself over Shawn’s back to watch him fuck Bem.  I thought that maybe, I’d even penetrate Shawn and match his pace while he fucked Bem.  When I looked over Shawn’s shoulder, the view I got of Bem stretched out on the bed made me change my mind.

Bem’s upper body was flat on his back with his arms clasped behind his head.  He looked like he was relaxing on a beach in the sun, not in the middle of a marathon sex session.  He had a calm, faraway look on his face, a pleasure glaze in his eyes, and his whole body was coated with a shimmering sheen of sex sweat.

I looked down at his hairy body and his sweat-matted pits on full display and decided to give Bem some of my attention.  I crawled across the bed until I could put my face in his and kissed his mouth.  Bem responded automatically.  He kissed me back, but the action was without passion, a mechanical kiss.  He didn’t seem to be able to separate himself from the experience of getting slow-fucked by Shawn.

I moved away from Bem’s mouth and licked my way under his jaw and down his chest.  His skin was salty and the flavor oilier than Shawn’s.  He tasted good though, just different.  Bem’s body hair also made for a different sensation on my tongue.  I spent a little time on Bem’s nipples but found that they weren’t sensitive enough to get a reaction from him.  The reaction came when I plunged my face into his armpit and rubbed it around.  I huffed his musk into my nose and licked at the long, straight hair matted to his skin.

“Big Guy,” Bem hissed at me, “what…what are you doing?”

Shawn answered without breaking his rhythm. “It’s his thing.  Smells turn him on.  Your smell turns him on.  I can tell.  I can feel his arousal through our link.  He’s getting off on your musk.”

Bem shifted his face enough to make peripheral eye contact with me.  His gaze held a question. “Is that true?” He asked me.

I huffed another deep breath into my nose and answered Bem on the exhale. “It’s true.”

The sex-glaze returned to Bem’s eyes as a sensuous grin spread over his face. “That’s fucking hot.” He said and went back to watching Shawn fuck him. “You sniff whatever you want, Big Guy.”

I was pleased that Bem had given me permission.  I was pleased that he didn’t think my scent lust was weird.  I was pleased that we were still having sex and exploring each other.  I dismissed any worries from my mind and went back to my scent and flavor tour of Bem.

I licked and sucked and scented his torso, from his throat to his pulsating cock, and even along his lean runner’s legs to his individual toes while Shawn kept up his steady pitoning rhythm.  By the time Shawn climaxed and loaded Bem’s ass, I’d returned my tongue to Bem’s mouth to share his flavor with him.

*          *          *          *

“You two could sell tickets to that ride.” Bem said as we sat at the kitchen island over dinner. “I’ve had a lot of it, but I have NEVER had it like that.”

The three of us were each in various stages of undress.  I wore briefs and a t-shirt.  Even though I’d lost weight, my body still embarrassed me enough that I preferred to have it covered when we weren’t engaged.  Bem wore briefs only.  I enjoyed his sinewy leanness, and the implied masculinity of the fact that he was completely coated with straight, light brown or dark blond body hair, but he didn’t test my self-control very much.

Shawn was another matter entirely.  Both Bem and I found him too distracting to leave him uncovered.  We made him put his robe on before we ate.  Of course, after the striptease he’d treated us to, the robe was less effective than it used to be.

Bem praised the experience between bites.  “I’ve been with strong guys, but I’ve never been manhandled the way you do, Big Guy.  It’s fuckin’ hot.  How much do you weigh?”

“Around two-forty now, when I got here, I was two-eighty.”

“No wonder you can toss me around.  You’re literally twice my size…and those hands of yours,” Bem shivered with an erotic thrill, “so rough.”

I looked at my hands and worried about them.  I hadn’t even thought about how my hands would feel to Shawn and Bem.  Shawn had mentioned their roughness the first time we’d had sex, but he hadn’t said a word about them since.  The ugliness of the scars and permanently swollen knuckles was one thing, but I’d forgotten about the callouses on my fingers and palms.  As I looked at my clumsy paws, I hated them.  I wished I would have let Shawn fix them.  I was ashamed I’d touched Shawn with them, ashamed of touching his perfection with the mangled ugliness at the end of my arms.

My self-loathing was getting ready to spiral out of control when Shawn closed his perfect hands around mine to stop me.  I had a fleeting impulse to jerk my hands out of his to hide them, but he tightened his grip like he sensed my intention.  “There is nothing wrong with them.” Shawn reassured me. “I like the way they feel on my body.  They’re big and manly and strong, like you.  The scratch of them…it lets me know I’m being held by you, touched by you.  I wouldn’t change them for anything.  Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” I gasped, almost on the verge of tears.

“Big Guy,” Bem entered the conversation with some reinforcement of his own, “I like ‘em to.  Like Shawn says, they’re just like you.  Don’t be sad about them.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized and took one of my hands from Shawn to wipe my damp eyes, “I hope I didn’t ruin the mood.”

“Not fucking possible, Big Guy.” Bem added through a devilish grin. “The way you guys go at it…not possible.  Between you and this guy,” Bem shifted his comments to Shawn but spoke to me, “did you notice he fucks like he climbs?  He is right there, in the moment, and nowhere else.  That’s why it’s so intense.”

Shawn went back to his meal and colored slightly from Bem’s praise.  I hadn’t thought about the way Shawn made love in the terms Bem mentioned, but he was right.  Shawn had none of the internal monologue or anxiety that plagued me during our sessions.  That’s what made every session with him, no matter the style of sex, as mind-blowing as the last.

“And those legs…I mean…FUCK, right Church?”

“God yes.  They’re perfect.” I repeated what I’d said and thought countless times. “Speaking of perfect, Neb was right when she said you were skilled.  You could teach a class.  I’m learning shit I didn’t think was possible.”

Bem averted his eyes with a bashfulness that I didn’t beleive.  The man didn’t have a bashful bone in his body.  “Sweet of her.  She’s fun, you’d like her, if you liked women.”  Bem finished his grilled-chicken salad and slugged down a sports drink.  “I can’t believe I’m ready for more.  I thought you were kidding about the stamina, but we’ve been going at it for hours and I feel like I could start from the beginning and do it all again.”

“Speaking of which,” Shawn said as he added his plates to the dishwasher, “we’ve got some choices for what comes next.  We could shower again, we’re all pretty well coated with sex, not that it bothers me in the least, but I don’t know Bem’s tastes.”

Bem leered at Shawn. “You must know what I taste like by now.  Church does.  He knows how I taste and how I smell, don’t you, Big Guy?” He leaned in for a kiss and ran his tongue over my lips. “Mmmmmm.” He hummed like he was enjoying dessert.

“OR,” Shawn went on like he hadn’t been interrupted, “we could keep going and plan to shower at the end, or we could fuck until we collapse in a sweaty pile and shower in the morning.”

“I pick ‘C.’” I said and looked to Bem for confirmation. “Bem?” I asked.

He nodded rapidly up and down like a bobble-head during an earthquake.  “Yes, ‘C’ please.”

Shawn chuckled but signaled his agreement by slipping out of his robe and draping it on the wide back of the couch.  He sat on the white terry cloth, rotated on his ass, and stretched his entire length out on his back like a cat sunning himself in a window.  “What will you have?” He asked us both.

I elbowed our special guest.  “Bem, quick, heads or tails?”

The lean man licked his lips.  “ASS!” Bem shouted with enthusiasm, then he shook his head as he faked realizing that what he’d said wasn’t one of the choices.  He rushed to correct himself. “I mean tails…definitely tails.”

“Fine with me.  Tag me when you want to switch.”  We peeled our clothes off and dove in like starving men at a buffet.

*          *          *          *

I woke early the next morning, nude on a bare mattress.  The sheets had been stripped in the tumult of what Shawn would later refer to as ‘the second act.’  The first light of pre-dawn filtered through the window curtains.  I was closest to the outside wall, flat on my back.  To my right, Shawn slept flat on his back.  To his right, predatory cobalt eyes under tousled blond hair peered at me over the even rise and fall of Shawn’s chest.

The heavy, cloying fragrance of marathon sex filled my nose and sent images of the night before flashing through my mind like an erotic slide show.  Ghosts of sensations and flavors skittered across my skin, my fingertips, my lips, my tongue, and many more-intimate places.  I breathed the sex into my nose and glanced down at my straining morning wood.  I flicked my eyes back to Bem’s gaze and saw that his attention had shifted to my cock.

I looked down at myself again and thought about the possibilities but had second thoughts almost immediately.  Shawn was still asleep, and I wanted to let him rest.  I also didn’t want to start anything before breakfast, so I got up.  I eased out of bed, found my briefs, and put them on.  I tucked my cock away as best I could, letting it point to the right like a shelf hiding in the soft fabric.  I figured it would settle down in time.  I glanced around for my shirt, but it wasn’t immediately visible, and I didn’t hunt for it.

I fiddled with the culinarian until it made coffee and leaned on the counter to drink the first black cup of the day.  Bem joined me without bothering to see to his modesty.  He stood close enough to me that the tip of his morning-hard cock pressed against my thigh as he pushed himself up on his toes and pursed his lips at me.  “Do I get a good morning kiss?”

“Not until you brush your teeth.”

He ‘humphed’ but didn’t argue further.  He went to the culinarian for coffee, took his cup and moved to stand against the island.  He faced me, deliberately I thought, so I’d have to either look at his nudity, and his arousal, or turn away.  I didn’t bother to turn away. “You’ve had your first threesome.” He prompted to start conversation. “How was it?”

I thought about that for a second.  I’d had a few worries leading up to the event; the normal performance anxiety and some deeper concerns about sharing Shawn with another person, especially another person as experienced as I assumed that Bem was.  None of it had been an issue, though.  I’d had a blast and I got the impression my bedmates had a blast as well.  It seemed the experience was equally good for each of us and that made me happy. “It was really good.  I expected to be intimidated, but I wasn’t.”

“Intimidated, by who?”

“You.” I admitted to Bem. “I expected it to be a competition, but it wasn’t.  You didn’t take anything away.  The whole experience was really great.”

“I really like doing couples.” Bem said over his coffee. “One on one is great, but couples…it adds something.  I like helping them shake things up, forcing them to deal with a third person.  It really teaches you about people.  You guys…Shawn is so attentive and you…I think because you’re so new at this, you don’t have any…opinions, I guess.  You just go with everything.”

“Well, you didn’t do anything I didn’t like.”

Bem grinned at me with what looked like joy and false modesty.  “You’re easy to please.”

“And you’re very talented.” I countered.

Bem’s grin widened at my compliment, then his face scrunched as he seemed to think of something.  “Big Guy, how much do you feel when you touch things with your magic.”

I knew he was asking more than what the words of his question said.  I didn’t mind explaining.  “Anything man-sized or smaller, I feel every nuance.”

“Really?” He looked at me over his cup of black coffee and his eyes flashed in the low light. “So last night when you used your power on Shawn and me at the same time, you felt all of that?”

I sipped my coffee and nodded.

“Everything?” He pressed.

I elaborated.  “I don’t feel heat or cold, but texture, movement, and resistance come through clearly.  Having both of you wrapped in my magic and moaning…it was pretty incredible.”

“It wasn’t bad on my end either.” Bem muttered and sipped his coffee.  He grinned, I assumed as he relived an amusing memory. “Shawn was so mad when you first started, but he didn’t complain for long.”

I chuckled at the same memory.  Shawn had stopped us after the prescribed number of orgasms, but I wanted more.  Bem wanted more.  Deep down, Shawn also wanted more.  To satisfy the two of them and to give myself one hell of a hot time, I cocooned them both in my power.  Instead of holding them still, I teased the least sensitive of their erogenous zones first, then progressed to the most sensitive, adding as I went, until I was pressing all their buttons at once.

Shawn had yelled at me when I first started, but Bem immediately gave himself over to the experience.  They screamed and thrashed as I magic-fucked them both.  Despite receiving no direct physical stimulation from the act, for me, it was the highlight of the entire session.  Knowing I could pleasure them to the point of complete loss of control was exhilarating.

Bem set his cup down, his left hand went to knead his right shoulder.  His right hand reached instinctively for his pants pocket until the hand realized he wasn’t wearing any. “How do you feel?”

“Good…rested and ready to get cleaned up and start the day.”

“Yeah, me too.  How is that possible?  I mean, what we did should have been impossible.  The fact that I’m awake and on my feet is a miracle.  I’m not even sore.”

I drained my coffee and programmed another.  I tried to explain as much as I understood while I made my selection.  “Shawn says it’s my magic overflow.  He says we have to be careful because the long-term effects could be dangerous.  He also thinks it would be possible to overdo it.  Like if we didn’t stop last night, he thinks we could push past what our bodies can handle and cause serious damage.  That’s why he was so adamant about stopping when we did.  He wants to do more research, to see if my power is dangerous, but he said he wouldn’t worry about it until after we save the world.”

Bem grinned in genuine pleasure.  “I like the way you said that, ‘after we save the world.’  Sounds confident.”

The culinarian chimed.  I accepted my coffee from it and leaned on the counter to taste the second cup.  “I waffle between cautious confidence in success and mortal terror of failure.  I mean, I…am…scared.”

“Death?” He asked.

“No, I don’t care so much about that.  I’m afraid for him.” I tilted my head to the bed. “The month I’ve been here, with a lover like him and friends like you and Neb…I hope we’re friends…that’s how I think of us.  Even with all the work and worry, this has been the happiest time of my life.  If this month is all I get…that’s fine as long as he gets to live.”

Bem stared at me for a long time, so long it made me nervous.  “What?” I asked.

“Uh…nothing,” he dragged his eyes away and looked at the floor, “we have more in common than I thought is all.”

I took a breath to ask him what he meant when I felt Shawn come awake.  I raised my voice in a stage whisper, “we have to stop talking about him now, he’s awake.”

Bem automatically played along and helped me tease Shawn a little. “I was just saying I’ve had better.  That’s not an insult, it’s a statement of fact.”

Shawn sat up and rubbed his eyes.  “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” I said, “Bem was wishing you good morning is all.”

Shawn smacked his lips and looked around the room.  He wrinkled his nose.  “It smells like a locker room in here.”

Bem took a deep breath through his nose and broke into a dreamy grin. “Yeah, isn’t it great?”

Shawn got out of bed and opened a window.  “It was great last night.  Now it’s time to clean up and air out.”  Shawn looked for and found his robe and carried it to the bathroom.  He left the door open, and we heard the shower come on.  I went back to sipping my coffee.  Bem took his cup from the island and drained it.  Shawn poked his head from the open bathroom door to get our attention.  “Hey!” He called and clapped his hands. “I said it’s time to clean up.  Get in here.”

Bem’s grin widened, and his cock that had been deflating, seemed to stand up like a begging dog that’s been offered a treat.  “Is he always bossy in the morning?” He asked.

“Most times.” I teased.

“I don’t know why you put up with it.”

I raised my hands in a defeated gesture.  “It can be difficult.  I’ve found the best thing is to let him have his way.”

“Well, I’m your guest,” Bem reasoned, “so it seems I have no choice.”

We both laughed and almost tripped over each other as we tried to be the first to get to the bathroom.  We horse-played our way into the shower stall.  Shawn looked down his nose at both of us and handed over two soapy washcloths.  “About time.  Church, you may wash my back.  Bem, you may wash my front.”

We did what we were told, and quite a bit more.  It was a very good morning.