Capitulu XV. Polo
The days after my last encounter with Antonu at the beach stretched into weeks, and his anger cooled into something worse; a cold, cutting silence. No matter how much I tried, he wouldn’t even glance my way. Sitting beside him in class felt like sitting next to a hologram; he was there, but untouchable, already gone.
I was angry, frustrated, and edging into desperation, torn between wanting to shake him and wanting to beg.
Meanwhile, Polo kept reappearing. He came by a couple more times, each visit pushing our games a little further. He was good at sex; better than anyone else I’d known, and apart from the odd hookup, he was my only partner.
I knew he was an asshole, but in a twisted way, I trusted him. What we had was nothing but sex, yet it was solid in its own terms, predictable in its chaos. So, when he invited me to Ajaccio in mid-December, right before Christmas break, I said yes.
I got off the bus after the three-hour ride from Porto-Vecchio, Friday night finally here, classes over and two weeks of vacation opening up in front of me.
The air was sharp and salty, the kind of wind that numbs your ears in seconds, carrying with it the smell of grilled meat and fish. Ajaccio was quieter than usual, restaurants closing down after dinner service, chairs being stacked inside.
When I spotted Polo’s car, relief washed over me; until I noticed the silhouette in the passenger seat. Hannah. Of course.
Polo stepped out with that cocky smirk glued to his face, as if he’d been waiting for my reaction. I rolled my eyes, more tired than amused, and walked around to drop my bag in the trunk.
“You could have warned me!” I muttered, low enough that only he could hear, tilting my head toward the car. He just shrugged, slamming the trunk as if to punctuate the conversation before sliding back behind the wheel. I forced a polite smile as I climbed into the back.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Max! How was the ride? Not too long?” Hannah asked, her voice bright, her smile as warm as her eyes.
“No, it was fine,” I replied, pulling my belt across. “I passed the time with music.” Her head tilted with curiosity.
“What kind of music?”
“Opera. Don Pasquale. One of the good things about them is they last forever, just like that bus ride.” I gave a small laugh, and Polo started the engine.
“Oh, I didn’t take you for the kind that listen to opera!” Hannah chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So, Polo told me you’ve known his best friend Ben for a while. How did you two meet?” She asked after a short silence, her tone genuinely curious.
“Babe, can’t you see he’s tired? Give him a moment to breathe before we reach Ben’s house, please.” Polo cut in with a laugh, conveniently rescuing me from having to cover one of his lies.
The truth was, I had never met Ben before. All I knew was that he was Polo’s best friend and that I’d be sleeping at his place for the weekend. As usual, Polo hadn’t bothered with details; who exactly Ben was, what he did or didn’t know about us, or what the actual program of the weekend would be beyond Polo’s favorite pastime of fucking me whenever he got the chance.
“Sorry, you’re right…” Hannah murmured, flashing me an embarrassed smile. I managed a faint one in return, though I couldn’t help the pang of guilt. How could she not see the way he spun her around his finger?
Polo turned the music up, his way of closing the conversation, and the car filled with the thrum of bass as Ajaccio’s lights faded across the windshield. Before long, he pulled up in front of a large two-story house, parked neatly beside a gleaming red Aston Martin cabriolet.
As we walked to the entrance, the door swung open to reveal a tall man in his forties, his smile wide, practiced.
“Damn, it’s freezing tonight!” He exclaimed, clapping Polo into a bro hug and kissing him on the cheek. Then he turned to me, warmth dialed up like a stage light. “Max, nice to see you again!”
I almost laughed out loud. Instead, I returned his fake familiarity with equal playfulness, for Hannah’s benefit if nothing else.
“Come in, guys! Dinner’s ready and I’m starving!” Ben added, ushering us inside with a sweeping gesture.
His house was elegantly furnished, lit with warm, soft lights that gave the living room the glow of a late summer sunset. On the table lay cheese, cured meats, and toasted bread drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. But the scent drifting from the kitchen was what really caught me: braised meat, rich and slow-cooked, maybe a boeuf bourguignon or Corsican veal with olives.
I took a seat at the polished round wooden table just as Ben returned with a bottle of red wine. My stomach was gnawing at me, but I held back, waiting for him and Polo to help themselves to the platters before taking a modest portion for myself.
The two of them launched into easy chatter, ignoring Hannah and me for the most part. Still, I could feel Ben’s furtive glances brushing over me; gauging, weighing, studying, as though he was trying to make it look casual.
Finally, Ben brought what indeed was a boeuf bourguignon to the table with parmesan polenta and I sighed with anticipation and hunger.
Ben and Polo carried most of the conversation during dinner, but what struck me was how casually tender Polo could be with Hannah, so different from the terrible boyfriend I knew him to be. For a moment, I could almost grasp how she had stayed blind to it all, amazed by his knack for hiding disingenuousness behind a charming smile and a few well-placed words.
I had always thought Hannah was either hopelessly naïve for not seeing what was going on, or simply pretending not to, clinging to both Polo and appearances. But watching them tonight, I finally saw how masterful he was at hiding his true nature. The tenderness in his gestures, the warmth in his voice; there was no way anyone could guess the humiliation he put her through behind closed doors.
“Thank you, Ben, for this dinner. It was truly amazing!” I said, setting down my spoon after the last bite of Paris-Brest. “I’m so full I can barely move.”
“Well, good thing playing cards doesn’t require much movement then.” Ben chuckled, getting up to fetch a deck from the wooden sideboard.
“Oh, I… uh… I’m a bit tired, honestly. And I feel a headache coming.” Hannah said apologetically, touching her temple with a soft smile.
“Come on, Hannah, just one short game!” Ben insisted, half-pleading.
“It’s okay, babe.” Polo intervened, his tone gentle and sweet in a way that almost fooled me. “I’ll drive you home. I’m tired too.” He brushed a tender kiss against her cheek before turning to Ben. “We’ll play another time, yeah?”
“Sure…” Ben replied with a shrug, slipping the cards back into the sideboard.
“It was really nice seeing you again, Max.” Hannah said, smiling warmly as she leaned in to kiss my cheeks. “Enjoy your weekend.”
“Thank you. Rest well.” I replied, returning her smile, awkwardly; aware of the lie hanging between us.
Truth be told, I wasn’t sorry the evening was ending. The week at school had drained me, the three-hour bus ride hadn’t helped, and exhaustion was beginning to win.
Ben led me upstairs to the guest room, showing me where everything was. He ended the tour by placing a folded towel at the foot of the bed and wished me goodnight before heading back downstairs.
I grabbed a clean pair of underwear, draped the towel over my shoulder, and made my way to the bathroom. My body ached for the warmth of a shower after the long day.
Still, my mind wouldn’t rest. I wasn’t sure what to make of how the weekend had started; of Ben, of Polo’s intentions. With him, things were always a little blurry. He had a way of pushing limits just far enough to keep control, never too far, never too soon. But that was in Porto-Vecchio, where I could always walk away if I wanted.
Here, in Ajaccio, I was in his territory. I knew he wouldn’t waste the opportunity to test how far he could press his advantage. The thought made me uneasy and, somehow, restless with anticipation.
I sighed, tilting my head back as the hot water ran down my skin, trying to wash away both fatigue and doubt. Just as I was about to turn off the water, the bathroom door creaked open. I froze, instinctively covering myself with one hand, my pulse spiking.
Relief came only when I saw Polo slip inside, that familiar self-satisfied smirk carved across his face. Without a word, he tossed his clothes onto the floor and stepped into the shower with me, steam curling around his silhouette.
“You’re not with Hannah?” I asked, half teasing, half disapproving.
“Whatever for?” He shrugged lightly. “She’s got a headache. Not really in the mood to fuck. Whereas you, on the other hand…” I gave a short laugh, dry and sharp.
“How romantic. You’re making me tear up.”
He pressed closer, lips brushing my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
“Anyway, I’m tired too.” I muttered, reaching past him to turn off the water. I pushed the glass door open and stepped out, grabbing my towel.
“Come on, don’t be like that!” He said, his voice slipping into a playful whine.
“Like what? Tired?” I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“I’m sure I can find a way to convince you.” He murmured, taking my hand and placing it firmly on his growing cock. “Can you feel how it pulses under your touch?”
I sighed and shook my head slowly in disapproval, though I didn’t pull my hand away. He stepped closer, letting his meat glide against my palm with deliberate insistence.
“It was a long dinner.” He said, amused. “Waiting for the moment you’d finally be swinging at the end of it.”
“Yeah?” I muttered, trying to sound indifferent.
“Yes.” He breathed, lips brushing my ear. “I kept imagining your perfect lips wrapped around the tip of it every time you opened your mouth.”
He pressed his mouth to my skin; kissing, grazing, teasing, while in my hand his cock grew heavier and hotter, the faint throb pulsing beneath my fingers.
My throat tightened, my mood already shifting despite myself; his hands roamed over me with practiced ease, his breath skimming the side of my neck.
“Get on your knees.” He ordered, one hand settling on my shoulder, coaxing me downward.
I swallowed hard but obeyed, turning toward him as my knees touched the cool white tiles. When I looked up, he was already staring down at me with that smug little smirk; the kind that said he’d known from the instant he stepped into the bathroom that I would end up exactly here.
I wrapped my fingers around his balls, feeling their weight settle into my palm, then guided the tip of his cock towards my slightly parted lips. I drew in a slow breath; his familiar scent flooded my senses. Polo was so handsome, so shameless, a pure sexual animal with one purpose, and it was enough to make my resolve melt.
I opened my mouth and engulfed him, deepthroating it in one smooth motion until my nose brushed against his neatly trimmed pubes. His breath shuddered out as his hand slipped to the back of my head, pressing me firmly against his hips.
I began to move, slow and steady, savoring the taste of his precum while quiet, restrained sounds vibrated in my throat. I felt the head of his cock push past the tight space near my tonsils with every descent, stretching me as I tried not to choke.
He was rock hard in my grip, his heavy balls resting in my palm, his muscles tensing each time he drove forward; pinning me briefly against the wooden cabinet beneath the sink.
“You feel that, faggot? You feel it deep inside of you?” He grunted, pressing me further against him. “I’m sure you missed it, fingering your pink pussy every time you thought of how much you want me to fuck you until you’re dumb. You want to be a drooling mindless fucktoy for me? Uh?”
“Uh-uh.” I moaned around his cock, nodding my head as best as I could with watery eyes, looking up at him submissively.
“Fuck yeah, you’re going to get so much cock with me your pussy won’t close anymore, you’ll get fucked by random strangers, friends, family even, I don’t care, I’ll get every man to mount and breed you until you don’t remember your own name, faggot!” He added, gripping my hair and face-fucking me at a rapid pace.
I grabbed my own hard and leaking cock and started jerking off, his words and the sound of his balls slapping against my chin driving me to the edge.
“I’m going to push your limits until there are none left, you’ll get fucked by whoever, do whatever they say, I’m going to whore you out to everyone you can think of, fucking slut!” He spat. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, uh!” He roared, lodging his cock so deep into my throat I could only feel his cock pulse and balls twitch, not even tasting the cum he was filling me with.
Polo exhaled and stepped back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He glanced down at me with a low chuckle and ruffled my hair, casual and patronizing, his heavy cock still in front of me, slowly losing its urgency.
I woke up disoriented, staring at the ceiling. It took me a second to realize I wasn’t in my bed in Porto-Vecchio.
Something moved next to me. I tensed for a moment, then saw Polo, snoring softly. Damn, he was good-looking. Peaceful, even. You’d never guess how far off that face was from the rest of him.
I shifted closer, wrapped an arm around his stomach, and nudged the back of his neck with my nose. He was warm. The blanket was heavy. For a second, I almost drifted off again. It only made sense while he was asleep; when I could still pretend we meant something to each other.
Then he shifted and moaned, his breath catching before settling into a slow exhale. Without a word, he reached out, found my hand, and dragged it under the blanket. His cock was hot to the touch, stiff against the soft skin of his thigh. The rest of him was still slack; limbs heavy, face half-buried in the pillow, but his dick stood firm, pulsing with insistence.
He didn’t open his eyes. Just adjusted his hips slightly, enough to press into my palm. The blanket rustled, trapping the warmth between us. The room smelled like sleep and sweat.
“Morning.” He croaked, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.” I whispered into his ear, stroking his meat with slow, steady movements. Then I slipped under the blanket, kissing my way down from his neck to his stomach, leaving damp marks on his skin.
I peeled back his foreskin and bit my lip. The tip of his dick was already wet. I kissed it, then gave it a slow lick, tasting the precum.
He yawned and stretched, louder this time. His hand found the back of my head, fingers drifting through my hair. He guided himself into my mouth, not pushing, just holding. Unlike yesterday, he wasn’t in a hurry. He let me find the rhythm, slow and unbothered, like we had all the time in the world.
He yanked the blanket off us, letting it drop to the side. Then he leaned back, hands behind his head, armpits exposed, watching me with that cocky look he wore so well, like I was exactly where I belonged.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and ran my tongue along his musky balls, breathing him in deep. The scent hit hard. I stroked him, letting his meat slide through my grip, the tip dragging across my palm while I worked his balls with my tongue.
His eyes were half-closed, soaking in the moment. He didn’t say a word. Just let me do my thing. But I wasn’t done.
I spat into my hand, rubbed it over my twitching pussy, and climbed on top of him. I guided the tip of his dick to my hole and sank down slow, groaning as he filled me.
I planted my hands on his chest and started moving, slow at first, then faster, until the bed began to squeak under us.
Polo grabbed my hips, using them to drive deeper. His thrusts were rough, meant to take back control even with me on top, but I didn’t mind. I liked when he took over. I liked knowing I turned him on that much.
I moaned, loud enough to forget where I was. Ben could probably hear us. Maybe he was jealous, jerking off alone while his best friend fucked my tight pussy. Maybe he was pissed. I didn’t care.
Polo wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back, pinning me down. His thumbs dug into my hips, his cock driving deeper now, his balls slapping against my skin in rhythm with the creaking bed.
He rested his forehead against mine, panting softly; a kind of intimacy we only ever reached through sex. My legs curled around his lower back, letting him in with eager surrender, inviting him to take over, to fuck me until I was nothing but a dumb mess.
His rhythm grew erratic, the edge approaching fast. My tongue slipped into his parted mouth. He kissed me back, raw and hungry, animalistic desire spilling from both of us. The tenderness was a thin disguise, barely masking the impulsive craving that truly bound us.
With a final roar, Polo drove into me, burying himself as deep as he could. My hands roamed his slick back and nape, pulling him closer, holding him there until his balls stopped twitching.
“Fuck…” He muttered, breaking the kiss, then slowly pulling out.
My stomach was coated in my own precum, but I felt no urgency to finish. His release had been mine too, and that was enough.
Ben was already having breakfast in the living room when we came downstairs. He looked unphased, and I wondered if it was because he was used to Polo’s antics, or if he truly hadn’t heard us. He gave us a nod and a quick smile, still chewing on buttered bread that he dipped into his café au lait.
“What are you having?” Polo asked, pausing by the kitchen island and glancing back at me.
“Hot chocolate, if there’s any.”
“Yep, I think we’ve got that here, right?” He turned to Ben with a questioning frown. Ben nodded, mouth still full. “You want something to eat? Croissants, pains au chocolat, chaussons aux pommes, chouquettes?”
“Oh wow!” I laughed, surprised by the spread. “I’ll take a croissant and a chausson aux pommes then. You’ve been to the bakery already? Thank you!” I added, directing the gratitude toward Ben.
“I always go on Saturday mornings, after my jog.” Ben replied with a smile. “It’s my little ritual to start the weekend.”
“Lucky us then. What’s the plan for today?”
“It’s sunny, the wind’s dropped. We could walk downtown and have lunch at a restaurant by the beach.” Ben suggested, nodding at Polo for his opinion.
“Yeah, whatever. Just save some energy for the party tonight.”
“The party?” I repeated, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I’ve invited some friends.” Polo said with a mischievous smirk.
I stared at him for a moment, sipping my hot chocolate, trying to read him. This handsome fuck was plotting something again.
“Ok.” I said finally, suspicion lingering beneath the word.
The day unfolded without much incident. We strolled through Ajaccio beneath a warm December sun, shedding our jackets after only a few minutes. Ben and Polo humoured my urge to shop; the city offered far more brands than Porto-Vecchio, and we eventually settled into a restaurant along the seafront on Albert 1st boulevard.
Polo seemed distracted, fidgeting with his phone while Ben and I exchanged thoughts on politics and history. I suspected the conversation bored him, yet he made no attempt to steer it elsewhere.
By late afternoon, we returned to the house. Polo snatched his car keys and vanished, muttering something about checking on Hannah. I shrugged, unconcerned but curious, and stretched out for a short nap, determined to be in top form for the party ahead.
It was already dark when I woke from my nap, that heavy disorientation you get when you’ve slept too long still clinging to me. I dragged myself to the bathroom and stood under the hot shower until the fog lifted.
Back in my room, I felt steadier, though not exactly in the mood for a party. Noise drifted up from downstairs, reminding me I was late. With reluctance, I got dressed and headed down.
Ben was chatting with two guys in the living room. Polo was nowhere in sight. Laughter faded as I entered, and both turned toward me, grinning.
“Oh, you must be the famous Maximilien!” One said, exchanging a complicit glance with the other.
“I guess I am.” I replied, shaking the hand he offered.
“I’m Victor.”
“And I’m Felipe.” the other added.
Victor was taller than me, his smirk fixed as he looked me over, curious and amused. I wasn’t sure what Ben or Polo had told them, but I decided not to care. Felipe, by contrast, seemed more reserved. His smile was polite, warm, without the mischief of his friend.
“You two are brothers?” I asked, the thought slipping out as soon as it crossed my mind.
“Sharp eye. People don’t usually notice until we tell them.” Victor grinned. “What can I get you to drink?”
“No alcohol yet, I just woke up from a nap.” I chuckled. “Maybe a Liptonic?”
“A Liptonic? Boring!” Victor teased, pouring the soda anyway.
I was about to answer something witty when the main door opened. A boy walked in, laughing, Polo close behind him.
Without meaning to, I frowned; confusion mixed with a flicker of annoyance. I straightened, meeting the newcomer with curiosity and a hint of defiance.
Polo draped an arm around the boy’s shoulders as they approached. His grin was cocky, his eyes locked on mine, daring.
“Max, this is Noah. Noah, this is Max.” Polo announced, satisfaction dripping from his tone.
“Nice to meet you.” I said, extending my hand.
Noah hesitated, glanced down at it, then shook. The air thickened. I couldn’t place the tension. Maybe it was his closeness to Polo when they entered, though Polo wasn’t mine to claim. Still, something in Noah’s demeanor suggested he wasn’t thrilled to meet me either.
He moved past to greet Ben and the brothers. Polo nudged me with a smirk, leaning in.
“You don’t look like you’re having much fun.” He teased.
“I woke up half an hour ago, still emerging.” I replied, defensive. “Are we expecting more guests?”
“Maybe one or two. It’ll stay intimate.” He whispered, his hand brushing the waistband of my trousers.
“Good.” I answered, turning just in time to catch Noah’s glance from the side, sharp, fleeting, and gone as quickly as it came.
“Let’s play a game!” Victor exclaimed.
“It better be a drinking game.” Polo laughed.
“Not quite, though we can make it one.” Victor replied with a sly grin. “Truth or dare?”
“What are we, eight years old?” Noah quipped, shaking his head, though a smile betrayed him.
“Our good friend Polo has brought us someone new tonight.” Victor continued, his piercing eyes settling on me. “I’d like to know him better. And I’m not the only one.” He chuckled, glancing at Noah, who blushed and seemed on the verge of speaking before thinking better of it.
“I’m down.” Polo said. “Count on me to help you get to know him.” He turned to me with a knowing grin.
“If you think you’re up to the challenge, then let’s go.” I answered, meeting his stare with defiance.
“That’s the spirit!” Victor chuckled, dragging the sofa closer to the fireplace and rearranging the room. “Okay, I’m starting. Noah; truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Hmm, let me think…” Victor pondered. “Ah, I know. When was the last time you had sex?”
Noah chuckled, looking away with raised eyebrows, amused.
“About two hours ago.”
“Really? With whom?” Victor pressed, while I discreetly pouted with disgust, staring straight at Polo, who avoided my eyes.
“I answered your question. I don’t have to say more.” Noah grinned.
“Fair enough. Your turn.”
“Felipe; truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Who’s the hottest guy in the room right now?” Noah asked with a mischievous smirk.
“Tough one.” Felipe said, biting his lower lip. He looked between Noah and me for a few seconds before sighing. “I think it would be our new friend Maximilien.” Noah rolled his eyes, unimpressed, and I scoffed softly in surprise.
“What? It’s true!” Felipe laughed, earning a friendly punch from his brother. “Your turn, by the way. Truth or dare?” He asked me.
All eyes turned to me. I straightened up.
“Dare.”
“Finally, someone willing to make this interesting.” Victor chuckled.
“Then I want you to pick one of us and French kiss him.” Felipe said, grinning.
“Wow, are we really going that dirty?” Ben said, disapproving but amused.
“Come on, that’s an easy one. Everyone knows he’s fucking with Polo.” Noah mocked, bitterness leaking through. I raised an eyebrow at him; Polo sat beside him with that self‑satisfied expression that made me want to hit him.
I stood and walked toward the pair. Polo straightened, expecting me to choose him, but I turned to Noah instead, hooked his chin, and kissed him aggressively, my hand on the back of his head.
The brothers cheered. Noah froze for a few seconds, startled, before responding hesitantly. When I pulled away, his smug expression had vanished.
I glanced at Polo. He looked back with a mix of surprise and excitement, clearly entertained.
The game continued in the same spirit for a while. The boys exchanged private jokes that sometimes left me out, but it was obvious sex was their only topic of conversation anyway.
Polo wrapped an arm around Noah, pulling him close. A twinge of annoyance ran through me, though I wasn’t sure why. Polo wasn’t my boyfriend, and I didn’t care who he slept with, but doing it in front of me felt strangely humiliating.
“Max, truth or dare?” Polo asked after completing his own dare.
“Dare.” I replied, meeting his gaze.
“I want you to go and grab the bulge of every one of us and tell us who’s got the biggest.”
“What?” I frowned. “No. Are you insane?”
“Come on, those are the rules.” Polo insisted, his grin widening.
“I’m not doing it.” I shook my head, glancing at the others watching silently.
“It’s just a game, babe.” Polo said, deliberately provocative. Rage simmered in me.
“I knew he wasn’t fun.” Noah mocked, snickering and leaning into Polo.
“Noah…” Ben scolded.
“What? I’m just saying.” Noah shrugged.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” I snapped, anger giving me courage.
I started with Felipe, kneeling in front of him and grabbing his bulge. I bit my lip and exaggerated the gesture, not out of desire, but for Polo’s benefit.
“Damn, this one is big.” I said. Felipe chuckled, exchanging a look with his brother.
I moved to Victor next, kneeling and taking hold of his through his pants. It did feel large. He grinned down at me; I shook my head with amusement.
“Looks like it runs in the family.” I said before moving to Ben.
Touching his bulge disgusted me; he was more than twice my age, but I did it quickly, hoping my discomfort didn’t show, then moved to Polo.
“I mean, I’m doing this for the rules, but I already know how big it is.” I said, placing my hand on his dick. “Or rather, how average.” The brothers laughed at my pettiness; Polo remained unfazed.
I moved to Noah last. I touched his crotch and frowned.
“Am I touching it already?” I asked, feigning confusion. Noah blushed and glared. “Ah, there it is. Well…” The brothers burst out laughing.
“Okay.” I said, returning to my seat. “I think Victor wins. Victor or Felipe; no contest.” I shrugged at Polo and Noah. “My turn. Noah, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” Noah shot back immediately.
“Kneel in front of me and bark.” I said coldly.
“Damn.” Victor muttered, amused and shocked.
“Not a chance.” Noah snapped.
“Come on, those are the rules, as Polo reminded us.” I said, keeping my tone icy.
“I’m not barking for you.” Noah said with disgust.
“Guys…” Ben sighed.
“You’ve already been barking plenty tonight.” I said with a cold smile. “Very little bite, though.”
“Alright, I think we’ve played enough.” Polo cut in, breaking the tension. “I need a drink.” He headed to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, I was refilling a bowl of cashews when Ben approached and squeezed my shoulder.
“Quite an evening.” He chuckled.
“Hmm.” I mumbled, still buzzing with adrenaline.
“I’m sorry about Noah. He’s usually really sweet.”
“Oh really?” I scoffed.
“Yeah. I think he’s just jealous because Polo ignores him when you’re around.” Ben said with a sympathetic smile.
“He’s getting plenty of attention, it seems.” I said bitterly.
“Because Polo wanted to trigger that reaction from you.”
“What do you mean?” I frowned. Ben tilted his head at me, almost pitying.
“Come on. You’re smarter than this. You haven’t noticed the game he’s playing?” Ben chuckled. “Divide and conquer.”
“I’m not… he’s…” I stuttered, suddenly embarrassed. “Well, it’s not working.” I muttered, stuffing cashews into my mouth.
“Right.” Ben said, raising an eyebrow. “I doubt you’ll refuse your prize when Polo drops Noah later tonight, giving you the perfect chance to get back at him.”
“That’s…” I began, glancing at Polo and Noah flirting by the fireplace. “Polo doesn’t need that. We’re already fucking often enough, as you know.”
“Sure. But it makes him feel powerful.” Ben said, leaning closer to whisper. “Felipe wasn’t joking, you’re the hottest guy Polo’s ever had. It makes him want to own you, the way he used to want to own Noah.”
“And he doesn’t want to own Noah anymore?” I asked.
“He already owns Noah. So it’s not as fun.” Ben said casually. “He still goes to him, but only when you’re not around.” He winked and walked back to the living room, leaving me deep in thought.
As I laughed with the brothers, a moment later, I felt strangely detached from the conversation, Ben’s words still echoing in my head. My ego insisted he was exaggerating. Ben had always struck me as quietly jealous, a little too possessive of Polo for it to be innocent. Their arrangement was obvious from the start: Polo enjoyed the money, the house, the privacy; Ben enjoyed the proximity to youth he could never access on his own without looking pathetic. A mutually convenient transaction dressed up as friendship.
“Well, I think we’re going to go.” Victor eventually said, setting his empty glass on the table. “Ben, do you know where Noah and Polo are?”
I turned and noticed Polo had vanished too. I should have felt annoyed or betrayed, but instead I felt almost relieved. Noah could have him; I didn’t care. I wasn’t sure I wanted to play their little game anymore.
“I don’t know. Bathroom maybe?” Ben shrugged.
“Yeah, sure.” Felipe laughed sarcastically. He stepped closer, placing a hand on the small of my back, his breath warm against my neck. “You want to join us?” He asked, exchanging a complicit glance with his brother.
I almost said yes; the idea of the two brothers was tempting enough on its own, but the impulse was too much like retaliation, not desire. I stepped back and gave Felipe a small, amused smile.
“Maybe another time, if I come back.” I said with a wink. “I’m tired. I think I’ll head straight to bed.” Felipe rolled his eyes, and Victor chuckled with a resigned shrug.
“Well, you tried.” Victor said, patting his brother’s shoulder.
“Thanks, Ben. We’ll see you around.” The brothers called as they left.
“Yes, thank you, Ben. And wait for me tomorrow morning; I want to help clean up.” I added with a warm smile.
I headed upstairs, oddly satisfied with myself. The evening had drained me, and solitude felt like the only sensible option. But when I reached my door, I stopped short. It was slightly open, and there were voices inside. Perfect.
“Max, here you are.” Polo said seductively as I pushed the door open. He was on my bed with Noah, both in nothing but boxer briefs, sprawled over the sheets. “We were waiting for you.”
“Were you?” I asked dryly.
“Why do you think we’re still not naked?” He smirked. “Noah, move.” Noah paused his worshipping of Polo’s chest and shot him a pleading look. “Move!” Polo repeated, firmer.
Noah sighed and shifted to the far end of the bed, back against the wall. Polo patted the mattress beside him, inviting me in.
I looked at them, especially Noah, and wondered why he accepted this. It was obvious he didn’t want to share Polo, but Ben’s words suddenly made sense. What choice did he have, apart from the one Polo allowed him? Noah would do anything he commanded. And I wondered if that’s what Polo had been trying with me too, step by step, to tame me.
They were both attractive in their own ways: Noah the delicate twink, Polo the ruthless, dominant sex machine I’d always liked. But I had no intention of becoming anyone’s puppet.
Still, I was here, in this room, at this moment. They were on my bed, waiting. And if tonight was the last time I would ever to fuck Polo, because I had already decided it would be, then I might as well enjoy it fully.
I sustained Polo’s gaze and scoffed softly before peeling off my sweaters.
I undressed, slowly walking to the bed, and jumped next to him in my boxer briefs.
I then hooked Noah’s chin, plunging my stare into his and pressed my lips against his, slowly prying his mouth open with my tongue, rolling it against his for the second time this evening.
I pushed Noah back onto Polo’s right nipple after breaking the kiss, and turned to Polo.
He was gauging me, I could tell he didn’t expect me to join them so enthusiastically, and perhaps he wasn’t sure himself if he liked it better this way, or if he wanted me to struggle a bit, but he smirked.
I pressed my lips to his, sharing Noah’s saliva with him, silently saying my goodbyes. Polo had been a great lover, and he helped me figure out a lot about my kinks, but I had no regrets.
I slipped my hand in his briefs and felt the warmth of his cock against my palm; I smiled at him deviously and slowly peeled his underwear off him before taking Noah with me to worship his cock.
We alternated between sucking his balls and cock, our two tongues making Polo moan with pleasure, our tongue connecting by a mix of our saliva and his precum, serving him for his selfish pleasure.
I loved his cock, it felt so good in my mouth and in my throat, my nose brushing his pubic hair while my chin got wet with Noah’s saliva. I stared at him obediently, his hand browsed my hair while his other one fingered Noah’s pussy.
I got rid of my underwear and straddled Polo, pushing Noah away before kissing him. I guided his cock to my lubricated hole and slowly sat down, triggering a grunt and a wince from Polo. I hooked Noah’s waistband and got him naked as well, letting his small but cute cock bounce out of the fabric. I guided him to sit on Polo’s face, his tongue darting to his pink pussy, and lowered my head on his cock.
Noah closed his eyes and whimpered with the overstimulation. I finally sat down completely and started bouncing up and down, Polo’s hand leaving my hips to part Noah’s cheeks open, giving him better access.
Noah was leaking precum like a faucet, and I enthusiastically deepthroated him, using my tongue to tickle his balls every time I swallowed him whole.
“Stop, I’m going to cum!” Noah whined with a high pitched tone. I let go of his cock and grinned at him.
“Take my place then.” I said, getting off Polo’s cock which fell with a thud on his toned stomach.
Noah bit his lower lip and frowned with hesitation, panting, but still repositioned himself to take my place. I grabbed Polo’s cock and guided it to his hole, adding a bit of my spit as extra lubrication.
When Noah sat down, I lied next to Polo and aggressively kissed him, his face distorted with pleasure.
“You like that, two little whores just for you?” I whispered seducingly.
“Fuck yeah!” He exclaimed, grabbing Noah’s hips and slamming him on his cock, triggering a high-pitched yelp from the poor twink.
I was eating Polo’s nipples when I suddenly got an idea. I straightened up on the bed and leaned on Noah, gesturing Polo to slow down his thrust.
“Do you think both of us can fit at the same time?” I murmured for his sole intent, not wanting Polo to force the boy to say yes.
“I… I don’t know.” Noah answered, looking both vulnerable and submissive.
“Do you want me to try?”
“Yes.” He agreed, gulping with uncertainty.
“What are you guys saying?” Polo asked, curious and visibly excited.
“Stop moving and be gentle for a minute.” I instructed before moving behind Noah.
I grabbed the lubricant on the nightstand, feeling that spit wouldn’t be enough for this trick, and slowly inserted a finger along Polo’s cock.
“Wait, are you going to…” Polo frowned, suddenly realizing. “Fuck!” He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, the idea obviously turning him on very much.
“You’re going to take it all like a good boy, babe?” Polo told Noah, grabbing him by the hair and dropping kisses on his neck. “I’m so proud of you.”
Noah instantly moaned, the validation Polo gave him getting him deeper in a submissive headspace. I couldn’t help but feel a little worried about him, hoping he’d know where to put the limit one day, but it wasn’t my problem anymore.
I pressed my rock hard cock against Polo’s, slowly prying Noah’s pussy open while he winced in pain.
“Aoutch! Aoutch!” He cried, eyes closed and muscles tensed.
“Shh babe, relax, look at me.” Polo whispered to him. “Look at me.” He repeated softly. Noah opened his eyes and Polo kissed him, relaxing enough for my cockhead to slip inside.
I gave him about a minute to accommodate me and slowly pushed deeper. They were kissing, but I could feel Polo’s cock twitch against mine. I just knew he was thrilled about it, and was most likely already thinking of doing it again, perhaps even with me being the bottom this time, but it would never happen.
I finally bottomed out, a bit incredulous about it, and Polo resumed fucking, albeit much slower. Noah still seemed in pain, but visibly less than before. He was wincing slightly, for every movement that felt too sudden or too brutal, but his cock, that had shrunk back when it all started, was now getting hard again.
I put my hands on his hips, over Polo’s, and laced my fingers with his. Together, we started fucking Noah harder, who probably moaned loud enough for Ben to hear it. I didn’t care, though, and I knew that neither Polo.
I dropped wet kisses on Noah’s neck, licking his earlobe and panting as he kept his eyes closed.
“Are you close, Polo?” I asked, plunging my gaze in his.
“Yeah!” He grunted.
I let go of Noah’s hip and grabbed his rock hard cock, jerking him off furiously.
“Are you going to cum for us?” I asked, using my other hand to grab him by the neck.
“Y… yes…”
I kept jerking him off for the next few minutes, increasing the pace of my thrusts in his ass in the meantime. Polo had his eyes closed too, obviously at the verge when, suddenly, Noah erupted in a high pitched whimper, his cock twitching under my touch, his cum flying and landing on Polo’s stomach, face and even hair.
I pushed ball deep one more time and felt Polo’s balls tighten against mine, filling his ass seconds before I came myself. Noah fell forward, out of breath, his head nested against Polo’s shoulder, while I finished cuming inside of him.
When it was over, I carefully pulled out, a drop of cum leaking on Polo’s cock and balls and stood by the bed.
“I’m going to have a shower now.”
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