The Education of Steve
So I moved to K in January. I moved to K and I moved in with Trevor. How awesome is that? Transferring to the university there was easy and despite a few hiccups choosing courses, my pre-med journey continued as planned.
Once the movers had left and there was just us and a bunch of boxes and a few pieces of my furniture, Trevor and I collapsed on the sofa and he held me and kissed me and for the first time in a long time I felt settled. Like I was in the place I was supposed to be. The fact that Steve lived not far away was a more complicated thing, but given my conversation with Trevor about it, it didn't seem that complicated.
Since the university was only a short distance away, Trevor and I settled into a pretty sweet domestic routine. We went to classes, we came home for lunch or dinner. We fucked like bunnies at every opportunity. What more could we want?
Steve and Susan came for dinner after a few weeks. I think he was pissed that I didn't invite them sooner, but I realized I didn't want to complicate my experience of moving in with my guy. I just waned to feel like it was just Trevor and I for a while.
But the dinner, when we finally had it, was nice. I realized I felt a bit awkward around Susan – for obvious reason – but she was pretty chill and I didn't get any vibe from her. Trevor was gracious and curious and the evening went really well.
At one point, Susan and Trevor were in the living room and I went to the bathroom and when I came out, Steve pushed me back in and stood there with his little smile. He said, “Hey, Mark. Have you told Trevor yet?”
I knew what he was talking about, but I pretended to not get it. “Told him what?”
Steve slid one hand over my ass and pulled me a little closer. “You know...about this.”
And he leaned in and kissed me really intensely. Steve has this way of just blasting through my defences. I could feel his cock through his pants pressing into mine. I both wanted to run out of the bathroom and get on my knees and have at that cock of his. But I managed to push him back and said, “Not here, idiot.” I looked at him for a moment. I felt like he was daring me to do something more. I finally said, “As a matter of fact, I have.”
I could tell he wasn't expecting this. I suddenly realized he probably had this whole blackmail thing going in his head. Not in a mean way, but that he might have used it to get in my pants more often or something. That made me feel more confident, like for a minute I had the upper hand.
He finally said, “Wow. That's cool. How did he take it?”
I looked in the mirror, adjusting my hair. I could see him standing behind me. Our hair colour was so different, and the colour of our eyes contrasted almost sharply. Still looking at him, I said, “He took it just fine. You and I should talk about it some time. But not now. Let's get back out there.”
I quickly turned and opened the door before he could do anything else.
Once they had left, and Trevor and I had cleaned up the dinner mess, we lay in bed talking, something we were getting really good at doing. He lay with his head on my chest, running his hand over my belly, sometimes trailing his fingers over my cock, or my balls. It was like a prelude or something, since we usually fucked after talking for a while.
I kissed his head and said, “Steve asked me if you and I had talked about...well, you know.”
Trevor lifted his head for a second. “When you were in the bathroom?”
My guy doesn't miss anything. Another spoiler: he still doesn't. I laughed, and said, “As a matter of fact, yes.”
“And...?”
“I think he was surprised that I had. I got the feeling he was going to mess with me if I hadn't.”
“Mess with you? How?”
I kissed his nose, then said, “Oh, I don't know. I think he might have messed with me a bit, getting me to fuck him more often or he'd tell you. Who knows? He seemed surprised, anyway.”
Trevor sat up and climbed on top of me. I liked where things were going. His dick was half hard and I gave it a nice stroke which made him groan. His blonde hair was hanging in his face and he looked like some movie star. I think I've mentioned how gorgeous he is? I finally said, “Maybe you can turn the tables. You said you would be into watching us, so I wonder if he would be more into it? I wonder if he would let you join in?”
Trevor's cock was getting really hard. It felt hot in my hand. My dick was just as solid and pressing into his balls. He reached over and found the lube. He handed it to me with a little smile. I spent some time sliding my fingers into him, loving the softness of him, all vulnerable and hot as fuck. He sat up for a moment so I could get me cock to play around the asshole, but he clearly didn't want to waste time, because he pushed down and sat on me so I slid into him, enveloping my dick in the best way until he was sitting on me again. He started to run his hand up the shaft of his cock, just looking at me. I took this as a sign to get going.
I pressed my hips up almost experimentally, enjoying the feel of how cozy I felt inside him, his body holding my cock, almost stroking it, but the way he was looking at me seemed to suggest he wanted more, so I put some energy into it, getting my back into pushing a bit harder a few times. I held onto his hips and fucked harder still, and he started to flex his thighs so we were working together. Every time I pushed up, he pushed himself down and our flesh kind of smacked together. But it was awkward. It's never been my favourite position to fuck, so I gripped his thighs and pushed us over so he was on his side and then I felt like I was released and I was able to put my hands on his beautiful, muscular ass and used the leverage to get this whole thing going.
He twisted his body so we could kiss as I pounded my cock deep. I don't usually fuck him, but this time I was into it and he clearly was too, because he suddenly tensed and his cock just blew all over the bed, long streaks of cum jetting out onto the sheets. I was glad we had our own washing machine. I fucked even harder and I was thrusting so intensely that I pushed him over onto his stomach, so I held myself up on my hands and drove him into the bed, fucking him with long strokes, pulling myself almost all the way out before slamming back in, my balls whacking him when I bottomed out.
I could tell this wasn't going to be a long fuck, and sure enough, as I watched my cock ream him, it suddenly felt like I was hosing his insides with cum and I had to stop moving and squeeze my eyes shut it was so intense. I could feel my cock blasting deep into him, my skin on fire, my head full of nothing until I collapsed onto him, our bodies slick with sweat. All I could smell was cum and Trevor's body. I kissed the back of his neck, then he pushed me over and took me in his arms. He purred in my ear, “I love it when you do that, Mark. When you fuck the hell out of me.”
I kissed him, my head still spinning, our tongues playing idly, our dicks all wet and soft together. I could feel his still drooling onto mine. We lay for a while, our bodies cooling, just holding each other. Those are the best moments, right? When you and your guy are coming down after an awesome fuck and everything is quiet and still and no one has to say anything because you've just said it all. We went to sleep pretty fast.
For the next month or so, our lives were pretty chill. Nothing exciting, but also really sweet and simple. Steve was lying low and I was biding my time before having a conversation with him. Trevor and I got used to living together. We had different habits, or course. He's kind of messy but he cooks like a god. I'm the neat one, and can't cook for shit. It all works out. I mostly like to be fucked, but when the mood strikes me, he's always ready to switch sides and become, I gotta say, a total slut bottom. It always surprises me from a guy who can fuck me into the floor.
But it works. So many things work with him. Even when one of us is being a shit, or has had a bad day, we always manage to talk and/or fuck it out and we are better. Each time we do it, we're better. It's like the little fights and misunderstandings are there so we can sort them out and it's the sorting that makes us stronger together. Fuck, I love the guy.
So summer was deciding whether or not to stay for a while in K and I decided it was time to have a conversation with Steve. I told Trevor one morning and he nodded over his coffee cup, but then he got this glint in his eyes and he reached under the table and slid his hand in my underwear (it was all I was wearing) and stroked me to a big fuck-off hard-on and said, “I can't wait to hear about it.” Brat.
I texted Steve and we agreed to meet later that day at that same pub we went to with Susan, down the street from his place. When I got there, he was already settled into a booth with a pint. He stood up and gave me a nice hug and kissed my cheek. Very demure, the little shit. He was all clean shaven and tidy, which I wasn't expecting. Maybe Steve was growing up.
I ordered a pint and some fries to give us something to do with our hands. I took a long sip and looked at him over the top of my glass. I decided on a frontal attack. “So, Steve. Trevor tells me he wants to watch us fuck.”
I was getting good at throwing curve balls at him. It was fun. In fact it made me randy. It made me want to fuck him.
He really did look surprised. But he said, “Yeah, so...” I could tell he knew there was more.
“And he was wondering if he could join in. The thought of you and I together turns him on. So I thought I would ask you.” I used my sweetest, most reasonable voice.
He took a long pull of his beer and looked out the window of the pub, then back to me. “I don't know, Mark. I'm not into guys...I mean besides you.” He was clearly thinking hard because then he said, “But a part of me thinks it might be interesting. But if we do this, I don't think I want to kiss him...or be fucked, I guess. That's up to you two. I'm down with watching you, and I might let him suck my cock, I suppose, but that's about it.”
Intriguing response, I thought. It wasn't in any way a hard no and he seemed to be open to more possibilities than I expected. I knew that having Trevor fuck him would be a bridge too far, but beyond that? Very interesting. I got all reasonable. “That's cool, Steve. I think Trevor would be down with the limitations. So...you want to do this?”
His snarky grin showed up and I knew this was a done deal. We toasted and ate our fries and talked about our classes and other stuff. Susan was doing fine, apparently, and she was going to do a masters next year (she was in Sociology, of all things). They seemed pretty bonded those two. I was glad he found someone, especially someone who was fine with his little kink. And it was my little kink, too, of course.
When I finished my beer, I went to the bathroom. The pub was in this big old renovated house and the bathroom was on the second floor. When I got out, Steve was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. He was standing beside a door that I assumed was a closet or something. He stepped forward and took my arm and said, “Let's go in here.”
It was a storage room full of chairs and table linen. He pulled us in and shut the door and pushed me against the wall, his hands sliding into my jeans, massaging my ass. He got his face close to mine and said, “Fuck, Mark. I've been wanting to get in those pants for ages.” I felt him undo the fly and he slipped his hand in and started to massage my dick into full alertness. “And this whole Trevor thing is kind of turning me on.”
That's what I wanted to hear. I leaned forward and mashed my mouth into his, tonguing my way into his throat. He managed to yank my jeans down and I felt him fumble with his until I felt our cocks come into contact. He pulled back and looked down, gripping our dicks in his fist. I put my hand over his so we were both holding them together. He leaned down and spit on our cocks and I did the same until they seemed slippery enough, but I knew we needed more. I let go of him and got on my knees and sucked him with lots of spit and stood up and we started to jack ourselves off together, fist to fist and cock to cock. We kissed a bit, but mostly just stared down. Every few strokes, one of us would either spit some more, or get down and suck the other's cock for a second.
I wished we had some lube, but we made do, because there was something about being all secret and clandestine that got me going. I had a fantasy of some employee – a guy, of course – coming in and catching us and we would feed him our cocks. Crazy stuff, but then again, what we were doing was crazy anyway. In any case, it got me going and clearly him as well, because we both started to spurt cum everywhere at almost the same time, our fists covered in it, big sloppy ropes hitting the floor. The little room suddenly smelled of it. I looked at his fist that was covered in a little pool of cum and I had to lean down and clean it off, then ran my tongue all over his cock, getting the last of the cum. He gasped and forced me head down, giving me some fucks. He tasted amazing, as always.
When I stood up again, we kissed and I gave him a taste of himself. I almost wanted to start again, but this time fucking him, but I knew it was just an aspiration since we needed to get out of there before someone caught us. We pulled up our pants and wiped our hands off on some tablecloths. It was all pretty adolescent, a little embarrassing, but really fun. With one last kiss, he said, “So whenever you're ready, I'm down with having Trevor join in the festivities.”
I said, “That's very cool, Steve. I'll let you know.”
When I got home, Trevor was already there, hanging on the sofa reading something about the properties of mass in space, blah, blah. What a brainy stud. I sat down beside him and gave him a kiss and messed up his blonde curls. A brainy, beautiful, stud. I said, “So Steve...”
He put his book down, looking really interested. “Is he into it?”
I laughed because he looked so eager and boyish. I ran my hand over his cheek, giving it a little slap. “Yeah. Mostly. He doesn't want to engage with you all that much, but he's happy to have you participate. He said, and I quote that he 'might let you suck his cock', but no kissing and certainly nothing else. Or at least that's what he says.”
Trevor grinned and said, “But you think he might change his mind?”
“I don't know about that. But you never know with him...”
He still looked excited and put his arm around me, pulling me closer. He said, “So when should we do this?”
I knew this was coming and I already had an answer. “I think we should wait until the end of term so I can get my exams out of the way, papers written, all that crap. It must be the same for you?”
I could tell he was a little disappointed, but he nodded and said, “Yeah, that makes sense. I have a ton of stuff to do in the next few weeks. Let's wait until we're done.”
He got up and dragged me into the bedroom and we did what we did best: fucked and kissed and all the damn things.
So when my exams were over and Trevor had finished his papers, we got up on the Sunday after and started to think about the future: the coming year, what courses I might take, finding part-time jobs to supplement our scholarship and money I got from my parents, and, obviously, when we might get together with Steve.
We decided to have Steve over for dinner the following weekend. As we discussed the possibilities it occurred to me that I had no idea if he was going to tell Susan about this. Becaus, he was going to be getting naked not just with me, but with Trevor. So I called him.
“Hey, Steve. Trevor and I were wondering about next weekend. For...you know.”
“That's very cool! I can't wait!”
I was a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm. I said, “Yeah, great. One thing. Does Susan know you're going to do this?” There was silence on the other end of the phone and if I know Steve at all it's that when he doesn't have anything to say, it's because he's avoiding saying something. I chucked and said, “Right. Noted. This is a secret.”
But he rushed in, explaining. “Well, not really a secret, just that it won't just be the two of us, which she's totally down with.”
I persisted. “Yeah, and the third person is Trevor, not just some guy.”
Again there was silence. I finally said, “You might want to think about telling her. I don't want the next time we have dinner with you guys to be awkward.”
But Trevor and I decided to leave it up to him to tell her or not. That was his thing and if she was going to be pissed, it was his risk, not ours. In any case, we arranged for him to come over on Saturday and whether or not he told her was up to him.
Trevor, that Saturday morning, started cooking. He wanted to make some complicated Italian meal and spent the better part of the day preparing amazing smelling things. My job was to buy wine and clean the house, which was my jam after all.
By six, we were dressed and washed and we each had a martini. Steve arrived shortly after and gave me a big hug which always felt really good. He even hugged Trevor, who handed him a drink shortly after. Steve looked all sleek and his hair was short and stylish. I was impressed by this new Steve, this more...adult Steve.
I think we were all a bit nervous. It felt so different than the time we spent with Susan. For one, I didn't want to pretend that one of us wasn't there. No way. Steve was wearing these tight black jeans and a black t-shirt and it really set off his eyes. Trevor and I wore white shirts and blue jeans that, if I do say so myself, made my ass look awesome. And Trevor agreed, wanting to fuck me before dinner. I told him he had to wait. Poor boy.
We sat in the living room talking about school and books. It was something we shared, the three of us, and it seemed to relax the mood.
Dinner was amazing and the conversation continued to flow. At one point Steve purred in my ear as Trevor was in the kitchen, “It's amazing the guys you can find working in restaurants, right?”
I laughed and agreed. It was amazing.
We went back to the living room and Steve sat beside me on the sofa and I could tell he was hoping to get things going. Trevor surprised me by sitting on the floor at my feet. He put his arm on my leg and looked at Steve, as if to say 'so what now, stud?'.
Trevor clearly didn't know Steve well enough, because he likes nothing better than to feel challenged, or even dared. But I wondered if this was a dare he was ready to take. But he gave Trevor a little smile – somewhere between his grin and something unreadable – and he pulled off his shirt. His chest, I noticed, had been trimmed which I thought was interesting. He looked at me with his little smile and said, “Why don't you take my pants off, Mark.”
This was a new version of what Steve and I did. But I was into it, even if I was nervous and, frankly surprised both by his directness but also his vulnerability. But I did want his cock. I reached over and ran my hand over the bulge in his jeans. He gave a little sigh like it was the thing he had been waiting for all his life. I massaged a little harder with one hand, then ran my hand up his chest, enjoying the stubble and then played with one of his quickly hardened nipples. Steve caught his breath and threw his head back.
I glanced at Trevor who was staring intently at me. I smiled and started to open Steve's pants, unzipping his fly and I realized he hadn't bothered with underwear, because his cock was suddenly sprang out, hard and throbbing, and his big balls hung there waiting, all hairy and delicious.
Trevor was obviously into it, because when I glanced at him again, he had opened his pants and was stoking his big dick. Not to be outdone, I stopped and got myself out of my pants completely and then I shucked my shirt. I wanted to be naked and ready for whatever. Steve pulled his jeans off and I bent down and sucked on those balls for a while, bathing them with my tongue and running my mouth over the sides of his rock-hard shaft all the way up to the head.
I suddenly felt a mouth on my cock and Trevor had decided to join the fun. I shifted my hips so he had had better access, enjoying the feel of his tongue running all over the surface of my cock.
Steve pushed my head down until my lips were on his pubes. He smelled fantastic: all guy and a little cologne or something, but it made me even hornier. He thrust his dick into my throat a few times, and with a little grunt he said, “Fuck, Matt. Your mouth should be patented.”
I heard Trevor chuckle, then his lips wrapped around my cock, his tongue flicking the head, but also starting use a finger to explore my asshole, so I arched my hips so he had better access.
Steve suddenly pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up against the back of the sofa so he could straddle me face, allowing him to fuck into my mouth. I felt Trevor move and realized he was standing up as well. I wondered what Steve would do since I knew what was coming. He got up so he was beside Steve, his cock pushing at the corner of my mouth. Would this be too much for him?
I glanced up at Steve who looked a little hesitant, then, his face clearing, he moved a little so that Trevor had more room and they let me alternate taking their cocks. I held onto them with each hand and went back and forth, licked and sucking. I felt a little frantic with excitement. I tried to take both in my mouth, squishing their cocks together. Partly to see if Steve would let me, but partly because I love the feeling of a mouth full of cock-flesh. But Steve just groaned and went with it. Trevor, I could tell, was beyond excited. He had this crazy look in his eyes and he ran his hands through my hair, encouraging me to do whatever I wanted. Trevor looked over at Steve, then he leaned over and kissed him very slowly, then moved back, looking at Steve's reaction. Steve looked surprised, then a slow grin appeared, and he pulled Trevor's face back and they had a long, deep kiss. Steve was going to surprise us, that was clear.
I glanced up at them and they both looked down at me, and Steve had his arm on Trevor's shoulder, as if for stability. I liked the contrast of Steve's brownish hair, and Trevor's blonde curls.
Trevor suddenly pulled out of my mouth and hopped off the sofa. He said, “We need a bed, boys.” And he marched into our bedroom. We got down off the sofa and Steve almost shyly kissed me and said, “This is not what I expected. Not at all.”
I kissed him back and gave him some tongue, then said, “What were you expecting?”
Steve looked almost puzzled. He said, “I don't know...but I wasn't expecting to be as into you as I'm into your boyfriend. I mean...he's fucking hot.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah, he is. He's also mine. But I'll share with you tonight.”
I took his hand and we walked into the bedroom. By unspoken agreement, Steve and I crawled on the bed and I went for Trevor's cock. He was lying there as if he was waiting for us. But I wanted to see what Steve would do with a cock that wasn't mine. Especially a big, long one like Trevor's.
I crawled over to Trevor and took hold of that big muscle that I love and licked the head. I realized Steve was beside me so I turned. He looked amazed, as if he hadn't seen a cock before, which wasn't true, but I guess the thought that he wanted Trevor's was a lot to take in.
I said, “You want to taste?”
Steve looked inscrutable, but then he nodded and leaned in, kissing and licking the sides, and then our tongues wrapped around it from all sides, entwining on the head, around the base. We kissed with the plump head in the middle, then we both sucked on his balls. Trevor was making some sounds that I had never heard. He was swearing and moaning. He finally said, “Steve...your mouth is awesome!”
Steve barely stopped and in fact seemed to get more into it. He took Trevor's dick all the way in – just as he would have mine – and because Trevor's cock is so big, gagged, but didn't stop. I went for Trevor's big balls, bathing them with my tongue, rubbing on them with my lips, enjoying their hairy texture, their slight sweaty tang.
But Steve clearly had more ideas. He sat up and turned to me, kissing me a couple of times, then pushed me backward and spread my legs apart, exposing my ass, which he teased with his fingers. He turned to Trevor and gave him a little smile and said, “Lube?”
Trevor complied, and soon Steve's dick was sliding into me. It was not as big as Trevor's but I liked the force he used to skewer me. Then the Steve I knew so well appeared and he thrust hard and his cock slammed into my hole, his body almost shoving me back in the bed, his balls slapping against my ass. He did it again even harder. The whole bed was creaking and I heard Trevor say, “Holy shit, that's hot!”
Trevor moved up and he ran his cock over my face while he watched Steve fuck me. Steve looked at Trevor and growled, “You like me fucking your boy?”
Steve was being nasty in a way I hadn't seen before, but I liked it. But I don't think Steve knew who he was dealing with and I waited for Trevor to respond, because I knew he would. I just had to wait.
As always, I loved being taken from both ends, my body full of guy flesh. Trevor tasted amazing along with the smell I was so familiar with: all spicy and masculine. Steve continued to fuck me with those long, slow stokes that stretched me and the intensity made me a little crazy. I didn't touch myself because I knew I would blow the second I did. This was beyond hot.
After a little while, I could see that Trevor had decided something. He was staring at Steve in this way that I knew well. It was the way he stared at me when he was going to give me one of his slow-motion, hour-long fucks. I couldn't wait to see what would happen. With my mouth full of flesh, I managed to glance at Steve whose eyes were closed as he ploughed me.
Trevor pulled out of my mouth. His cock was hard as rock and shiny with spit and precum was gushing out of the hole. He massaged it and fed me the goo that dripped out which I sucked up hungrily. Then he turned and moved closer to Steve so he was right beside him. Steve looked at him, unsure. He stopped fucking me and was still as if he didn't know what was happening.
Trevor moved around so he was behind Steve and he pushed Steve forward so he had to slide out of me. His dick was wet and red. I watched as Trevor went for his ass, plastering his mouth to Steve's hole, clearly working it with his tongue. Then he got up and said, all innocent, “I'm going to fuck you, Steve. And you're going to like it.”
His words – as they were for me – were like a spell. I knew that Steve couldn't say no. He just crouched there, his ass up, his asshole there to be used. He looked down at me – since he was overtop of me – with an expression I hadn't seen before. A little vulnerable, a little scared, but somehow interested, even turned on. Steve was about to let a guy who wasn't me fuck him. That was new.
Trevor lubed himself up and did that thing that he does to me. He put his cock right at the very point where Steve's hole was, right at the moment where Steve had to relax and let him in and he stopped moving. I could tell Steve was confused. He had expected to feel that steel girder of Trevor's stretching him. But no, not with my guy. Trevor was still, just running his hand up Steve's back. Just to make it more complete, I pulled Steve's face to me and kissed him just as intensely, just as slowly and sensuously. My tongue snaked in slow motion against his. Steve started to moan into my mouth and his tongue responded, his lips started to move against mine.
I looked behind him and saw Trevor pushed a little more, obviously just a little ways in, stretching Steve, massaging him with his big veiny cock but at a speed where, I knew, Steve would feel every contour as it moved achingly, exquisitely into him. I kept kissing him but Steve pushed up and I saw his eyes were closed, clearly feeling a lot in his ass. Steve took hold of his dick and massaged it a little, as if to see what would happen as Trevor pushed a little further.
After what seemed like an hour, Trevor must have got himself all in and then took his first thrust which must have been thirty seconds long. Then he stopped and reached around and his hand joined Steve's, stroking his cock lightly with his fingers. Then Trevor did it again, but more firmly, almost as slow. Steve had this look on his face like he was being tortured, but somehow it was also the look of a guy in a place beyond pleasure. I had the crazy thought that Susan would never be able to make him feel this way unless she fucked him with a dildo. I wasn't going to try and picture that, now was I?
I shifted myself back until my cock was exposed. I reached up and pulled Steve's head down and pushed his mouth onto it. I could tell he was distracted by all the sensations in his ass, but he managed to start sucking and moving his tongue around the shaft, slurping on the end. Steve was getting really good at sucking my cock. He made a little more sound like a groan and a growl at the same time.
Trevor was looking at me. He was grinning and his tongue was slightly out as if he was a kid working out a math problem. He wanted to share this moment with me. He wanted me to be part of it. Then I had an idea. I pulled out of Steve's mouth and moved over so I was behind Trevor and, with the help of the trusty lube that was oozing all over the bed, I slid my cock in Trevor and started to match his incredibly slow fucks into Steve. I put my arms around my guy's torso, loving the feel of his strong chest and loving him. I kissed his shoulder and his neck and his ears. I whispered, “This is fucking, love, Trevor. That we can do this together.”
He was fucking a little faster and therefore I was fucking him a little faster. He turned and said, “Yeah. It is. This is fucking love.”
This seemed to set him off, or change gears, or something, because he started to pump his prick into Steve faster. Steve was grunting and swearing in front of us. He sat up so the three of us were in a row. I put my arms around both of them and I squeezed Steve's nipples until he started to make louder sounds.
I reached forward and could just reach Steve's cock with one hand and squeeze his nipple with the other. I stroked his cock in time with Trevors thrusts and, as if I was stoned, totally sailed away on the awesome tempo, all this sensation running through my body, the feel of Trevor in between us, his hips working, his body getting hot, the smell of men getting sweaty with pleasure.
Trevor slowly moved from slow motion to a more take-charge kind of fucking, and his ass starting to slam into my cock, as his cock began to pound into Steve. We were all breathing heavily. I let go of Steve and put my arms around Trevor, enjoying his strength, playing with his nipples, giving them a squeeze. I slid on hand down and reached under and grabbed his balls, rolling them around my fingers. Trevor gasped and said, “Fuck, Mark...fuck!”
Then he clearly started to jizz into Steve, Trevor's body trembling as he caught his breath really low in his throat, and I was right there with him, a titanic orgasm coming out of nowhere and I almost fell over it was so intense. I bit Trevor's shoulder and could feel my cock pouring into his ass, my balls emptying themselves. It felt like a litre of cum and I could feel it oozing out around my still pumping cock.
Trevor pulled out of Steve, pushing me back. He turned and said, “Let's finish him together.”
I knew exactly what he meant. I slid my cock out of him and we both moved around and Trevor pushed Steve backward. We both got down and Trevor began to stroke Steve's cock as we shared the head together in a complicated, suction-driven kiss around the head of his prick. It didn't take long, and Steve almost yelled when his cock erupted, cum spurting out around our lips and we tongued it up, and kissed, and sucked more as it continued to flow, running down the sides and onto Trevor's fist. I lapped it up and kissed my guy, returning to collect the remaining stream that poured out. Each of us deep throated Steve's cock until there was no more liquid, just us, worshiping that cock.
I looked up and Steve was watching us. He wasn't smiling but he looked really satisfied. I wondered what was going through his mind having let Trevor fuck him and having taken a load that wasn't mine.
But the three of us were beyond done. I collapsed onto my back and Trevor lay down beside me. My body was limp and sweaty and I could feel that Trevor was in the same state. Steve got on his knees and just looked at us, clearly not sure what to do. Trevor reached up and took his hand and pulled him down so he was on the other side of him. He put his arms around us and pulled us toward him so Steve and I were on our sides with our heads resting on his chest. Steve's face was close to mine and I leaned forward and kissed him.
He looked at me, a little confused, I think. But he finally said, “That was awesome. I wasn't expecting to like that so much. Maybe I'm into guys more than I thought...” He looked up at Trevor's face, clearly thinking. He didn't say anything else, and I could tell he suddenly had a lot on his mind.
But in that particular moment, I didn't care. I found myself getting drowsy and soon I was asleep. I would think about the rest of it when I woke up.
