Perfect Addition

Chapter Eight

Hamilton’s POV

I was face-down on the bed, whimpering as I was getting my cheeks masterfully clapped. Sayid knew exactly how to fuck ass and make his bottom fiend for the big-ass dick! I gripped the sheets, and bit into them as he picked up the pace and that long caramel dick drilled into my guts, hammering my sweet spot and making my entire body quake.

“Ohhhh my gaaaawd! Oh my gawd! Ohhhhh fuck!” I whined, arching my back. Sayid wrapped his fingers around my throat and tilted my head back. I looked into his eyes as he leaned in and kissed me, slowing his stroke to do so and giving me a small reprieve from the intense ass-gouging.

“You love this dick, dontchu?”

“Fuck yes, I fucking love it!” I moaned.

“Throw that ass back.”

I obeyed and whimpered louder as I fucked myself on that impressive shaft. Pleasure trembled up my asshole and my spine, and I moaned like a brain-addled zombie. I started hammering my ass back on that iron-hard cock, and Sayid growled. He took control of the fuck, grabbing my waist and resuming the brutal ass-pounding pace.

“Urgh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Aurgh! Fuck!”

“Yeah! Yeah, take this good fuckin' dick, boy! Gimme that sweet chocolate booty-hole!” he hissed, going into overdrive and beating my hole up like nobody’s business.

“Oooohhhhh! Oohhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Ohmyfuckinggawd, Sayid! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Shit! Daddy! Ohhhhhh fuck!”

I was in both pain and pleasure; the most intense I’d ever felt and both at once. My asshole spazzed wildly in its confusion and my entire body felt sensitive. My nipples buzzed and my back felt like hot coals had raked over it as he ran his smooth fingertips from my shoulder blades to my buns.

“AUUUUUUUGGHHHH!”

“Yeah! Feel all that shit!” Sayid barked, tightening his vice grip on my waist and beating a path through my guts as I felt him close in on his climax.

“Yes! Breed me!” I begged.

“Fuck! AGH FUCK! FUUUUUUCK! CUMMING! UUUUUURRRRRGGGHHHHH!”

I gasped and slammed my face into the soft sheets as I felt him pump me full of hot steamy nut. His huge cock swelled and pulsed like crazy, lurching hard inside my guts as he painted my walls. His cum overflowed, dribbling out around his pulsing shaft and trickling down my hairy balls.

“Ooooooh fuck! Oh shit, I feel it!” I panted. “Oh my gawd!”

“Mmmmm hm! Just how it’s supposed to be, baby! Damn, this ass is fucking sweet!” he purred and slammed his palms, stinging-hard, down on my buns. I yelped but he held me in place and smacked my ass a few more times before he began to slow pistoning motion through my tender innards.

“You love my big caramel dick, Hamilton?” he asked.

“Hell yes, I fucking love it!” I confessed. There were no lies in it.

“You gonna leave your nigga for this good dick?” he teased, and rammed his cock balls-deep. I gasped, shooting up on my palms, back arched and my body quivering as he held his pole deep inside me.

“D-D-D-D-Damn!” I blurted. “Oh fuck!”

“I said, you gonna leave your nigga for this good dick?” he repeated and slammed into me again.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

I’m gonna leave Marcus for this dick,” I breathed. “I’m gonna leave. . .MARCUS!” I yelled.

“You called?” the voice came from the door.

Both myself and Sayid looked toward the door as Marcus walked in. My man had a huge grin on his face and a huge lump at his crotch. How long had he been watching, I wondered.

“M-Marcus! I thought you were gone for the weekend?” Sayid exclaimed, sliding his dick free, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of vacancy in my gaping asshole.

“I lied. We lied,” he smirked as he walked over to the closet and pulled out the hidden camera. “Two can play your games, Sayid.”

“I see,” Sayid smiled. “And just whatchu think you gonna do with that?”

“Let’s see. . .maybe post it online, like you threatened to do to us? What do you think would happen? Sure, Hamilton might, and I mean might, lose his job, but he has enough money to pull through this. You, on the other hand. . .does your family know you fuck men? Do your coworkers? How do you think this will affect your life?”

“Go ahead,” Sayid chuckled. “You think I care about this stupid job? I can go ahead and be a porn star! So what?”

“Hmmmmm, and what about this?” Marcus said, pulling out his phone and playing back two audio recordings, taken by me, of Sayid admitting that he had blackmailed me into sex. “So what now, tough guy? And with the video of you fucking Hamilton in his own home, plus some more footage that I pulled from the office building’s cameras of you leading Hamilton into the basement, it would be easy for our lawyer to prove you committed blackmail; which is a felony, by the way. Like I said, we might get into trouble, but we’ve got excellent legal representation and plenty of money to last. Can you say the same?”

Sayid’s face dropped and he fell to his knees. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement.

“Please. . .don’t!” he begged. “I’ve already got a criminal record! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry, OK! I’m sorry I did this to you guys. It’s just that. . .that I’ve got a problem. I’m a sex addict, OK! And I was obsessed with you guys! You’re both so damned sexy, and I wanted you both so bad. I just let my addiction take over, and I didn’t think to just ask if you wanted to hook up. I honestly didn’t think you would go for it with a lowly security guard like me. I’m so sorry!” he blurted, his body shuddering as he buried his face in his hands between sobs.

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Marcus’ POV

Hamilton and I looked at each other. I couldn’t believe what we had just heard. All of the blackmail and the sneaking around to fuck us, was all due to his sex addiction and obsession? I looked at Sayid, who was still on his knees, crying softly with his face buried in his hands. I felt bad for him, genuinely. No addiction was easy, and in the gay world, sex addiction was probably a horribly overlooked problem, considering how sexualized us gay and bisexual men were in general. I sighed as I knelt next to him and pulled him into a hug.

“W-What?” he asked, through his tears.

“Clearly you’ve been suffering. I can’t hate you, Sayid. What you did was wrong but I admit, I enjoyed sex with you.”

“I did too,” Hamilton said, kneeling on the other side of him. “It was great, but I didn’t know you had a sex addiction.”

“Yeah, since I was a teen but I never told anyone. I thought I was just really horny, like every other gay or bi dude, but then I realized how bad it was; how much more sex I craved than normal. It was more than any of my ex-girlfriends could provide, and way more than any one guy could handle, what with my dick being so big and all. I started regularly hooking up with three to five guys some nights, and even more on the weekends, all just to satisfy my urge.”

“I’m sorry you went through that,” Hamilton said. “If you really want help, we can get that for you.”

“You would? After all the stress I put you through; threatening your job and all?” Sayid asked.

“Sure. Like I said, it was good sex, regardless,” Hamilton smirked.

“I agree,” I chuckled. “But we gotta do something about those videos.”

“I can delete them right now,” Sayid said. “I only have them on my phone and I haven’t shared them with anyone, I swear!”

“OK, and we’ll delete the one we just took,” I said, making the exchange fair. “How will you handle your addiction in the meantime?”

“I dunno. . .maybe if you guys helped so we could have sex on the regular. . .”

“We could,” Hamilton mused. “We have been keeping up so far.”

“True, but I think I know someone else who would also love to help out,” I suggested. “However, I’d need him to talk with you first, Hamilton.”

“Um, ok, I guess, but why? Isn’t it Sayid here that we’re trying to help?”

“Trust me, you’re gonna want him to have a talk with you first before he hooks up with Sayid.”