What I knew would happen
Jeff POV
I was elated when Ben invited me over to his place to see Alex, I know I had a lot to make up for, I was so fucking stupid getting so wrapped up in Max’s hype, but when I was together with him, he just got under my skin, he just had the alpha confidence and energy about him, he knew he could control me and if I had to be honest, I wanted him to control me.
I loved Alex. He was smart, loving, and he always did things to make me feel special, and he didn’t deserve any of the pain I’d caused him. I could definitely see myself married to Alex in the future, and I’m not sure what I would do if I lost him.
When I walked into Ben’s lounge room, and Max was there, my heart sank, fuck, all I could think was I wanted both of these men; I knew that was out of the question. This was so fucked up; I was here trying to get Alex back but my mind was thinking how I wanted to plant my face in Max’s crotch and sniff his hot musky cock… fuck.
When Max told me, it was pathetic watching me crawl back to Alex. He really got my back up. He was showing another side of himself. I know he was hurt and was lashing out, but it still shook me to see this other side of him.
I had a strange feeling that Ben wasn’t being as genuine as he first appeared. Ben said that Alex wanted Max here, so I could see what he was really like. I couldn’t help but think about how Ben could benefit from Max being here. Ben had always been the peacemaker, the one who smoothed things over with a joke or a well-timed distraction.
But now, watching him organise this whole thing, inviting Max here, letting the tension simmer in the room like a pot about to boil over, I wondered if there was something else going on beneath that easy smile. The thought made my stomach twist tighter. Did Ben want Alex? I know they had already slept together, and Alex wanted that to continue.
Ben was obviously interested in Alex, but did he want him for himself? When Alex threw back to me that we were still in an open relationship, I couldn’t really say no. I was the one who initiated the open relationship, so we could sleep with Max as a couple to start, and then it morphed into something I wanted more of.
Max was still watching me, that familiar smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Like he always did. I forced myself to look away, to focus on Alex instead, who sat on the far end of the couch with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle working beneath the skin.
This was supposed to be about making things right. About showing Alex that I’d made a mistake, that Max had just been some intoxicating distraction, I told Max he was manipulative and a prick and that I could see right through him; he seemed pissed off at that.
Once Max had left, thanks to Ben again, telling him to get out, things started to feel a bit better, awkward, yes, but better. We had something to eat, and then Alex and I had a chance to talk alone.
I told him how sorry I was for everything. I really did love him and wanted to make it up to him. I felt he believed me in the way he reacted. I wanted Alex to come home so badly. I needed to reassure him; he needed to know that I was choosing him, and that I wasn’t just sorry because I had been caught with Max, but he was really who I wanted to be with, which was the truth.
Later that evening, while we were all enjoying some wine and Alex and I were on the couch kissing, Ben suggested we might take it somewhere more comfortable, and I was happy. I wasn’t expecting what came next. Ben started to kiss me playfully, teasing Alex, then he pulled out the cock cage. I was tentative at first.
I didn’t know what to think, but I thought back to the times Alex had agreed to wear a cage. He didn’t say no; he thought about how it would increase the pleasure of Max and me by going along with it. I had to do the same. This was for Alex’s pleasure; I could see that both Ben and I wanted the same thing: to make Alex happy.
My senses were overloaded. I was sucking Alex’s cock, Ben had started easing his cock into Alex’s ass, I wanted to touch my cock so much, my body was on fire, I was like a spectator watching Ben fuck my boyfriend. I got an inkling of what Alex must have felt when Max was fucking me. Jealousy stabbed at me even as my skin tingled with the excitement of what was happening.
My cock was leaking badly. I was trying to get hard, but the cage wouldn’t let me; I had no control. Ben started to thrust harder into Alex. Every time he thrust in, Alex fucked me deeper in my throat; Ben was in control, he was fucking us both at the same time. They both came hard, moaning loudly. I was whimpering with pleasure, but ultimately, I was left caged without a chance of an orgasm.
The following day, Alex decided he wanted to come home. I was so fucking excited. I knew it was going to be different with Ben being in the picture now, but somehow, after last night, I wasn’t that worried about Ben anymore. Ben was part of us.
The next few months were great; I felt like Alex and I had reconnected. Ben was over frequently. We’d all go out together. Sometimes we would have sex together; other times, just Ben and Alex wanted time together. A lot of the time, it was just Alex and me. I’m not sure why, but the relationship seemed to be working.
Max would still send me the occasional text, sounding me out to see if I would see him. I hadn’t responded to any of his texts.
Ben Pov
Fuck I was a lucky man. I couldn’t help but think things turned out better than I thought they would. Not only did I get to fuck my best friend’s boyfriend behind his back for months, but now I was fucking Alex, my best friend, in front of Jeff. I have to admit I am a bit of a sex addict when it comes to Alex and Jeff; they are both fine-looking men. I think there is a hereditary gene in the men of our family; we all love to fuck around a lot, whether we are with partners or not. The men of our family just have high sex energy.
To be honest, underneath it all, Jeff is a bit of a man whore. In the right circumstances, it doesn’t take much to get him on his back, taking cock, he loves it. I think Alex loves it too; his cock was so hard when he found Max and me fucking Jeff downstairs after the party. The thing Alex hates is the lying and going behind his back.
When Alex found out about Jeff and me fucking behind his back, I thought that was going to be the end of our friendship, but playing to Alex’s sense of fairness, I mean, he did fuck that stripper behind Jeff’s back, plus he fucked around with my brother at my party, it would be hypocritical of him to hold a grudge.
When he eventually came around, I saw another side to him. For some reason, Alex and I had never really connected sexually before my party and what happened at the cabin, but now something had changed. I knew I had to have him. Over the next few months, I grew to really enjoy Alex’s friendship again, and I sensed the feeling was mutual.
Max was the one who was always pushing things too far, fuck, I know Alex was trying out new kinks, but Max made Alex drink his piss, had him in a cock cage and humiliated him, and Jeff said nothing. When Jeff did nothing after Max told Alex that Jeff preferred his cock, that was too much. It wasn’t entirely a surprise to me when Alex caught Jeff and Max at the club together. I had remembered Dad talking about going to the club in passing, that particular night. I wasn’t sure who he was going with, but I had a pretty good idea. So, when Alex actually left Jeff, I wasn’t really surprised. Alex deserved far better than Jeff.
Jeff had no self-control around Max; he was like a little puppy, rolling around and doing anything for Max’s attention. I’d seen it all before with some of my brothers’ friends. Dad would get infatuated, it would last a few months, then it would fizzle out.
When Alex came knocking on my door, I thought, at last, he’s finally seen some sense and finally left Jeff. After Alex had been with me a few days, it was clear that he still loved Jeff, so I decided to try to intervene and help organise a reconciliation. I felt it might be interesting for Max to be there when Jeff came to see Alex. I wanted to see Jeff’s face when seeing Max again.
I watched Jeff carefully that night at my place, saw his pupils dilate when his eyes locked on Max, and his leg bounce with nervous energy on the couch. Jeff was predictable. Easy to read. He wanted Max, even though he was trying so fucking hard to convince himself and Alex that he didn’t.
The thing was, I didn’t actually give a shit about Jeff’s internal struggles. What mattered was that Alex was here, in my bed most nights, and Jeff was scrambling to keep him. I’d orchestrated the whole thing perfectly: the confrontation, the reconciliation, the carefully timed suggestion about taking things to the bedroom. Jeff had folded like wet paper, just like I knew he would.
And now, three months later, things were exactly as they should be. Alex was mine, well, not entirely mine, but he was available to me in ways that mattered. Jeff still got his time with Alex. I didn’t sleep over all the time, but I sensed they both were pretty attached to me.
When Alex announced he had to go to Auckland for work, I thought in the back of my mind that this would be the perfect opportunity for Dad to get his claws back into Jeff. I didn’t have to do anything really; I just happened to mention in passing that Alex was going to be away for a few weeks, and the rest was up to him.
Jeff Pov
Alex had only been gone a week and a bit, but for some reason, Ben had hardly been around at all. I was starting feel a bit flat. I had been trying to ring Alex, but he’d been busy with work. I went to the gym that Friday morning and got home just before noon. I was just making a sandwich for lunch when the front doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone; I thought it might be a parcel delivery. Alex was always ordering something.
I opened the door, and there was Max standing at the door with a tight blue t-shirt and dark jeans, fuck, he looked good. What do you want Max, I asked him. He looked at me and asked if I was going to invite him in. I figured the sooner we had the conversation, the sooner he would leave, so I let him inside.
Max steps inside, and I close the door behind him, immediately regretting the decision. The familiar scent of his cologne fills the hallway, something woodsy and expensive that I recognise only too well. My stomach tightens.
Max moves into the lounge room and sits on the couch as if he owns it. He runs a hand along the back of the couch, and I watch the movement, hating how my eyes follow Max’s fingers.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” I ask again, crossing my arms. “What do you want?” Max turns to face me, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips. “I heard your boyfriend’s out of town. I thought maybe you might be lonely.”
The words hit differently now. I think about Alex in Auckland, and about Ben’s sudden absence this past week, and something clicks into place. Ben’s absence wasn’t coincidental, and he deliberately let Max know that I was on my own. Are you going to offer me a drink, Max asks. I know I should just tell him to leave, but to be honest, I’m thankful for the company, even though I knew I was playing with fire.
I got Max and me a beer, and he started to tell me what he’d been up to. Every time he leaned in, that familiar scent hit me like a drug I’d been trying to quit. He put his hand on my knee and asked if I’d missed him. I didn’t pull away. That was the problem. That was always the problem with Max.
“Yeah,” I admit, the word slipping out before I can stop it. “I missed you.”
Max’s smirk widens, and he moves closer. His hand slides further up my thigh, and I feel my cock stir despite everything, despite Alex, despite the promises I made, despite knowing exactly how this ends.
“I knew you did,” Max says, his voice low and certain. “You always do.”
I want to argue, to tell him he’s wrong, that I’m different now, that I’ve got my shit together. But we both know that’s a lie; my cock is already hardening against the constraint of my jeans.
“Ben set this up,” I say, not as a question but as a realisation that I knew that Ben wasn’t the trusted friend that he’d set himself up to be. Ben just mentioned in passing that Alex was away, Max said. He didn’t set this up; if anything, he was worried about you. I should have got up and told Max to get out there and then, but next thing I know, Max was kissing me, oh fuck, his tongue was in my mouth searching for my tongue, playing with it, fuck, I’d missed this.
My hands find their way to Max’s shoulders, and I’m pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. His hands are already working at my belt, and I’m not stopping him. The three months of trying to be good, three months of playing house with Alex and Ben, and it all crumbles the moment Max’s fingers touch my skin.
“Fuck,” I breathe against his mouth, and he grins like he’s won something.
Max breaks the kiss and drops to his knees in front of me. He’s already pulling my jeans down, and I should stop this. I absolutely should. But my hips are lifting off the couch to help him, and my cock is springing free, already hard and leaking.
“Still responsive,” Max murmurs, his breath hot against my shaft. “I like that about you, Jeff.”
He takes my cock into his mouth, and the sensation is so intense that I have to push him back, fuck I need your cock I tell him. Max slowly unzips his jeans, pulls them off, and I can see the huge package in his jocks, basically sticking straight out. Fuck I missed this cock; I got on my knees and pulled Max’s underwear off. I stuck my face into Max’s crotch, just moving my face around sniffing him, fuck, I loved his smell.
I lick his cock, from the head down to the base, mmm, my cock, I tell him. All thoughts of Alex have already left me. I’m now intoxicated by Max. I take his cock down my throat, and he groans above me, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper. I gag slightly, but I don’t pull away. This is what I wanted, what I’ve wanted since the moment Alex was out of town. I somehow knew this was going to happen.
Max’s cock is thick and heavy on my tongue, and I’m lost in the rhythm of it, in the control he has over me. “That’s it,” Max breathes, his hips thrusting slightly. “Take it all.”
I do, relaxing my throat, letting him fuck my mouth the way he likes. My own cock aches between my legs, desperate for attention, but I’m focused entirely on Max, on the taste of him, the feel of him. The rational part of my brain that’s been screaming at me to stop has gone completely quiet.
Max pulls out suddenly, and I look up at him, confused and wanting more. He’s breathing hard, fuck, I don’t want to come too soon, he says. Let’s have a break, we sit back on the couch and finish our beers, he pulls out a large joint from somewhere and lights it up, he takes a drag and passes it to me. I knew this wasn’t going to end well, having flashbacks to Ben’s birthday party, when I was so fucked up, I ended up being the party favour for everyone in the room.
I took a drag and handed it back to Max. Whatever was in this joint was strong. I felt my body relax and start to tingle. He pulled me into his lap, kissing me, we stayed like that for 10 minutes at least, just smoking, and kissing, fuck I was so high.
After the joint was finished, he flipped me on my stomach and spread my cheeks, fuck I’ve missed this ass, he said. I feel his tongue run along the crack of my ass, and a shudder runs through my entire body. The weed has made everything feel heightened, more intense. His hands spread my cheeks wider, and I’m pressing my face into the couch cushion, my cock hard and throbbing against the fabric beneath me.
“So fucking tight,” Max groans, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I try to relax, try to breathe through the anticipation, but my body is too excited; I want it all at once.
He pushes in slowly, and fuck, the stretch is exquisite. I’ve forgotten how big he is, how he fills me completely. My fingers curl into the couch as he slides deeper, and I’m biting the cushion to keep from making too much noise, even though there’s no one here to hear me.
Max sets a steady pace, thrusting into me, oh fuck, I missed this, I missed his cock, how it made me feel, he kissed the back of my neck, I felt so alive. Max’s hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The rhythm builds faster and deeper, and I’m completely lost in it. My mind has narrowed to nothing but sensation, the feel of him inside me, the pressure building in my own cock, the way my body responds to every movement he makes.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect like this,” Max groans, and the words wash over me like validation. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
My orgasm builds, that familiar tightening low in my belly, and I’m close, so fucking close. Max must sense it because he slows down, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in with deliberate, measured strokes.
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” I whimper into the couch cushion, but he’s already changing the pace, changing the direction, keeping me right on that edge without letting me go over. Fuck I love this ass, Max says. His thrusts are deliberately just short of my prostate now; he wants to fuck me as long as he can without me cumming.
He starts to tease me, tell me how much you’ve missed my cock, Max says, fuck yes, I tell him, I’ve missed it, I love your cock, Max, fuck me, harder, he starts thrusting harder again, hitting my prostate, getting me close. Oh fuck I start moaning, yes Max, yes, fuck me, harder, I start to cum just from the friction of my cock rubbing against the couch and Max fucking me, my orgasm hits hard, oh fuck yes. Max is set off as well, his cock thrusting one more time before his cock throbs one last time in my ass, and I can feel his cum shooting deep inside of me.
We stay stuck together for a few minutes, then Max gets up. Max asks if I want to keep the party going, and I tell him fuck yeah, my ass needs more cock. I’m so stoned I wasn’t really sure what I was saying. After about 30 minutes with Max just kissing me and playing with each other’s cocks, there’s another knock at the door. Max gets up and comes back with 3 other men, oh fuck they say, what have we got here. They all kissed me hello and felt my cock and ass.
Max comes up behind me and ties a blindfold over my eyes, “Time for some more cock, Jeff, he says. Oh fuck yeah, I say, please, Max moves me to the coffee table, I feel strong hands spreading my ass, oh fuck, a tongue starts licking my hole, it’s pushing in, I can feel it licking out Max’s cum. My body is tingling all over. I’m not sure if it’s from what we were smoking or the anticipation of having my ass fucked again.
I feel a cock press against my lips. I instinctively open my mouth and swallow the cock deep. I can feel the man’s pubes against my face, he starts pulling out and pushing back in fucking my throat, fuck, I’m in cock heaven. I’m not sure how many times I’d been fucked and taken loads down my throat, but I was having a wild time.
When Max told me to get up so he could lie down and then got me to ride him, I knew what was coming. I felt another cock push inside me next to Max’s fat cock, fuck it was almost too much, yeah, I said, fuck me, fuck me. You missed this fat cock, didn’t you, Jeff? Tell me how much you missed it. I fucking missed it every day. I’m never going without it again, I told Max. I was so fucking lost in what was happening to my body. The next thing that happened shocked the hell out of me.
Alex was standing in front of me, yelling at Max and telling me I could keep Max’s cock and that I would never see him again. Oh fuck, no Alex, no, you can’t be here, I can explain, I told him, knowing all too well there was nothing that could explain what was clearly happening in front of his face.
To be continued…….
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