Lukas pulls back from the kiss, his eyes gleaming with that same dark hunger I've been cultivating in Michael and Marcus. But there's something different in Lukas's gaze—a sharpness, an awareness that his lifelong buddies completely lack.
He knows exactly what we're doing.
And he fucking loves it.
"Jordan," Lukas says, his voice smooth and commanding in a way that makes my cock twitch. "Why don't you sit back and watch for a bit? I want to show my buddies how much I've missed them."
I slide off Michael's lap, his and Marcus's cocks finally slipping out of me, and I can feel their cum dripping down my thighs as I move to the armchair across from the couch. My hole is stretched and sore, but fuck, I'm already getting hard again just thinking about what Lukas has planned.
"Yeah, man," Michael says, his voice eager and dumb as ever. "We missed you so much."
"So much," Marcus echoes, standing up and stretching. His massive body is covered in sweat, his pecs glistening under the living room lights, and that gold cross is still swinging between them, catching the light with every movement.
Lukas stands in the center of the room, and I watch as Michael and Marcus move toward him like moths to a flame. Michael positions himself behind Lukas, his huge cock—still half-hard and slick with my ass and his own cum—pressing against Lukas's bubble butt. Marcus stands in front, his cock jutting out, thick and heavy, the head flushed and leaking.
Lukas is trapped between them, and the sight is fucking incredible.
Three lifelong buddies from the same hometown. Three massive, muscular bodies. Three gold crosses swinging between three sets of huge pecs.
And two of them have absolutely no idea what's about to happen.
"I want to see how good you guys have gotten at kissing," Lukas says, his voice playful.
"Yeah!" Michael says enthusiastically, his hands landing on Lukas's hips. "We've been practicing so much. We're getting really good."
"Show me," Lukas says, turning his head to look at Michael over his shoulder.
Michael doesn't hesitate. He leans in and kisses Lukas, hot and deep, his tongue sliding into his buddy's mouth. Lukas moans into the kiss, his hands reaching back to grip Michael's thighs, and I can see the way Michael's cock twitches against Lukas's ass, sliding between his cheeks.
When they pull apart, both of them are panting.
"Wow," Lukas breathes. "That was really good, Michael."
Michael grins, that dumb, proud expression lighting up his face. "Really?"
"Really," Lukas says, and then he turns to Marcus. "Your turn."
Marcus steps closer, his massive chest pressing against Lukas's, and he cups Lukas's face in his huge hands. The kiss is just as intense—Marcus's tongue working against Lukas's, their moans mixing together, and I can see the way Marcus's cock is pressing against Lukas's abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin.
I'm sitting in the armchair, stroking my cock slowly, watching this unfold, and I can't help but grin.
Lukas catches my eye over Marcus's shoulder, and he grins back.
We're both thinking the same thing.
"You're both so good," Lukas says when Marcus pulls back. "I can't decide who's better."
"Me," Michael says immediately, his hands sliding up Lukas's sides. "I'm better."
"No way," Marcus says, his competitive streak flaring. "I'm definitely better."
I lean forward in the armchair, my grin widening. "I don't know, guys. It's hard to tell. I'm not sure which one of you is more dedicated to being a cool, caring alpha buddy."
That does it.
Michael's eyes widen, and he grips Lukas tighter. "I'm the most dedicated. I'm the best buddy."
"No, I am," Marcus says, his hands sliding down to Lukas's hips, gripping hard. "I'm the one who's always looking out for him."
"Prove it," Lukas says, his voice teasing.
And they do.
Michael's hands slide all over Lukas's body—gripping his shoulders, his chest, his abs. Marcus mirrors him from the front, his huge hands exploring every inch of Lukas's torso. They're both so focused, so desperate to prove they're the better buddy, and Lukas is just standing there, grinning, letting them touch him however they want.
"You're both doing so good," Lukas says, his voice breathy. "Keep going."
Michael's hands slide down to Lukas's ass, gripping the thick muscle, squeezing hard. "You've got such a great ass. Have you been working out?"
"Yeah," Lukas gasps as Michael spreads his cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Lots of squats."
"It shows," Michael says, his voice full of that dumb admiration. "You're so built now."
Marcus's hands slide down to Lukas's cock, wrapping around the thick shaft, and Lukas moans, his head falling back against Michael's shoulder.
"Fuck," Lukas breathes. "That feels so good."
"You like that?" Marcus asks, stroking slowly, his grip firm.
"Yeah," Lukas gasps. "Don't stop."
Michael's hands are still on Lukas's ass, groping and squeezing, and Marcus is stroking Lukas's cock, and they're both kissing him—Michael on his neck, Marcus on his lips—and Lukas is just standing there, taking it all, his body trembling with pleasure.
"Okay, okay," I say, standing up and walking over to them. "I think it's time for Lukas to get a proper cock massage. You guys have been learning so much—let's see how good you are."
"Yeah!" Michael says, his hands still on Lukas's ass. "We'll give you the best massage."
"The best," Marcus agrees, his hand still wrapped around Lukas's cock.
"Both of you," I say, gesturing. "Work together. Show him how much you care."
They don't need to be told twice.
Michael's hands slide around to the front, joining Marcus's, and suddenly both of them are stroking Lukas's cock—four huge hands working together, sliding up and down the thick shaft, squeezing and massaging.
Lukas moans, his whole body trembling, and I can see the way his cock is leaking pre-cum, coating their fingers, making the slide easier.
"Fuck," Lukas gasps, his hands gripping their shoulders. "You're both so good at this."
"We want to help," Michael says, his voice earnest. "We want to make you feel good."
"You are," Lukas pants. "You're making me feel so good."
I watch for a moment, enjoying the sight, and then I have an idea.
"Marcus," I say, my voice cutting through the haze. "Come sit on the couch next to me."
Marcus looks up, his eyes wide and eager. "Okay."
He lets go of Lukas's cock and moves to the couch, sitting down heavily, his massive body taking up most of the space. His pecs are huge—thick slabs of muscle that glisten with sweat, rising and falling with his heavy breathing. The gold cross is swinging between them, catching the light.
I grab the bottle of coconut oil from the side table—left over from earlier—and I pour it all over Marcus's chest.
The oil drips down his pecs, pooling in the valley between them, running down his abs, and Marcus groans, his head falling back against the couch.
"Oh fuck," he breathes. "That feels so good."
I use my hands to spread the oil, rubbing it into his skin, making his pecs slick and shiny. They're so firm, so massive, and I can't help but squeeze them, feeling the muscle flex beneath my fingers.
"You know," I say, my voice casual, "there's another way to give cock massages for men who are as muscular and built as you guys."
"There is?" Marcus asks, his eyes opening to look at me.
"Yeah," I say, grinning. "It's combined with a pec massage. Very effective."
Michael is watching from where he's standing with Lukas, his eyes wide with that dumb curiosity. "How does that work?"
"Lukas," I say, gesturing. "Come here."
Lukas steps forward, his cock still rock hard, jutting out from his body. He's grinning, and I can see the excitement in his eyes.
"Stand in front of Marcus," I say.
Lukas does, positioning himself between Marcus's spread legs, and I reach out and grip Lukas's cock, stroking it slowly.
"You're going to rub your cock all over Marcus's pecs," I say, my voice instructional. "The oil makes it feel incredible. It's like a massage for both of you."
"Really?" Marcus asks, looking up at Lukas with that sexy, dumb expression.
"Really," I say.
Lukas steps closer, and I guide his cock to Marcus's chest, rubbing the head against the slick, oiled muscle. Lukas moans immediately, his hips bucking forward, and Marcus groans, his hands coming up to grip Lukas's hips.
"Does it feel good?" Marcus asks, his voice eager.
"So good," Lukas gasps. "Your pecs are so big, Marcus. So fucking perfect."
I keep stroking Lukas's cock, sliding it between Marcus's pecs, and Marcus pushes them together, creating a tight channel for Lukas to fuck.
"Oh fuck," Lukas moans, his head falling back. "Oh fuck, that's incredible."
Marcus is looking up at him with that dumb, proud smile, his pecs bouncing and jiggling as Lukas starts to thrust. The oil makes everything slick and smooth, and the sound of skin sliding against skin fills the room.
"You're doing so good, Marcus," I say, my hand still guiding Lukas's cock. "Look at how much you're helping your buddy."
"I want to help," Marcus says, his voice earnest. "I want to be a good buddy."
"You are," Lukas gasps, his thrusts getting faster. "You're the best."
Michael is watching from the side, his cock hard again, his hand stroking it slowly. "That looks so cool," he says, his voice full of awe.
"It is," I say, grinning. "Marcus is really good at this."
Marcus's pecs are bouncing with every thrust now, the muscle rippling, and Lukas is fucking them harder, his cock sliding between the slick, oiled skin. Marcus is pushing his pecs together, squeezing Lukas's cock, and he's looking up at his lifelong buddy like a hot, dumb puppy, eager to please.
"Does it feel good for you?" Marcus asks again, his voice breathless.
"So good," Lukas moans. "So fucking good."
I lean in and kiss Lukas, hot and deep, my tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans into the kiss, his hands gripping my shoulders, and we make out while he fucks Marcus's pecs, both of us grinning against each other's lips.
We're both thinking the same thing.
This is so fucking easy.
Lukas pulls back from the kiss, panting, and he looks down at Marcus. "I'm gonna cum," he gasps.
"Do it," Marcus says, his voice eager. "Cum for me. I want to help."
Lukas thrusts harder, faster, his cock sliding between Marcus's pecs, and then he's cumming—hard and explosive, his whole body trembling. His cum shoots out, coating Marcus's chest, filling the valley between his pecs, dripping down his abs.
"Fuck," Lukas moans, his hips jerking with each pulse. "Fuck, Marcus—"
Marcus is grinning, looking down at the cum covering his chest, and he looks so proud. "Did I do good?"
"So good," Lukas pants, his cock still twitching. "You're the best buddy."
Michael steps forward, his face falling. "I feel left out," he says, his voice almost whiny. "I didn't get to help."
I turn to him, grinning. "You still can. Lukas needs a deep glute massage too."
Michael's face lights up immediately. "Really?"
"Really," I say. "Get behind him."
Michael moves quickly, positioning himself behind Lukas, his huge cock pressing against Lukas's ass. Lukas is still panting, still recovering from his orgasm, his cock still between Marcus's pecs, and I can see the way his whole body is trembling.
"Push inside," I say to Michael. "Slow and deep. Give him a really good massage."
Michael nods, his hands gripping Lukas's hips, and he pushes his cock inside.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Lukas gasps, his whole body tensing, his hands gripping Marcus's shoulders. "Oh fuck," he moans. "Oh fuck, Michael—"
"Is this good?" Michael asks, his voice strained as he pushes deeper.
"So good," Lukas gasps. "Don't stop."
Michael bottoms out, his hips pressed against Lukas's ass, and he holds him there, his arms wrapping around Lukas's chest, pulling him back against his body.
"I want to be the best buddy," Michael breathes into Lukas's ear, his voice desperate. "I want you to crash at my place all summer so we can keep bonding like this."
Lukas moans, his head falling back against Michael's shoulder, and I can see the way his cock is hardening again, still trapped between Marcus's pecs.
"You are the best," Lukas gasps. "You're both the best."
Michael starts to move, pulling back and pushing in again, slow and deep, and Lukas is completely lost in the sensation. He's gooning, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open, and every thrust from Michael makes him push forward, his cock sliding between Marcus's pecs again.
I sit back in the armchair, stroking my cock, and I just watch.
Three lifelong buddies from the same hometown.
Three massive, muscular bodies.
Sweat glistening on their skin.
Muscles flexing with every movement.
Gold crosses swinging wildly, clinking together, catching the light.
Michael is fucking Lukas from behind, his huge cock driving deep with every thrust, and Lukas is tit-fucking Marcus, his cock sliding between those massive, oiled pecs. Marcus is just lying there, grinning up at his buddies, completely oblivious, thinking he's helping with a massage.
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Fuck," I breathe, my hand moving faster on my cock. "You guys look so fucking good."
Michael is pounding harder now, his hips slamming against Lukas's ass, he's acting like a total alpha dom. His hands are gripping Lukas's hips hard enough to bruise, his body is pressed against Lukas's back, and he's groaning into Lukas's ear, completely lost in the sensation.
"This massage is so intense," Michael pants. "I can feel everything."
"That's because you're doing it right," I say, grinning. "Keep going."
Lukas's ass is bouncing with every thrust, the muscle jiggling, and I can see the way Michael's cock is stretching him, filling him completely. Lukas is moaning, his whole body trembling, and his cock is leaking pre-cum all over Marcus's chest, mixing with the cum and oil.
"I want to practice kissing again," Michael says suddenly, his voice breathless.
"Do it," I say.
Michael turns Lukas's head to the side, and they kiss—hot and deep and desperate. Their tongues slide together, their moans mixing, and Michael is still fucking Lukas, his hips driving forward with every thrust.
Lukas's ass is jiggling and bouncing, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and the gold crosses are swinging wildly, clinking together.
"Fuck," Lukas moans into Michael's mouth. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again—"
"Do it," Michael pants. "Cum for us."
Lukas does.
His cock pulses, and he cums hard all over Marcus's chest, coating his pecs, his abs, his gold cross. The cum mixes with the oil and the sweat, and Marcus is grinning, looking so proud.
Michael is still fucking him, his thrusts getting harder, more erratic, and I can see the way his face is flushed, his mouth open, his eyes half-closed.
"I'm—" Michael gasps. "I'm gonna—"
"Do it," I say, my hand moving faster on my cock. "Cum inside him."
Michael slams into Lukas one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go, and he cums—hard and explosive, his whole body jerking with the force of it.
"Oh fuck," Michael moans, his arms tightening around Lukas. "Oh fuck, that feels so good—"
Lukas is moaning too, his body trembling, and I can see the way his hole is clenching around Michael's cock, milking him.
They collapse together—Michael pulling Lukas back onto the couch, both of them falling on top of Marcus. The three of them are tangled together, panting and sweaty and trembling, their gold crosses pressed between their bodies.
I lean back in the armchair, stroking my cock slowly, and I just watch them.
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