Sunshine Pleasures: Abs Expo

Chapter 2 

Sunset Pleasures

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My dad was a covert operative. From an early age, he trained me to always be aware of my surroundings and the other people in my immediate realm, but I was having a really hard time living up to his expectations that day. There was one person in my current vicinity stealing all my attention. Garrett strolled next to me as we walked along the main drag in Clearwater Beach toward our dinner plans.

A loose fitting muscle tank top, split side short running shorts, and flip-flops comprised the simple beach attire we both wore. At least we were not wearing matching colors. The problem I experienced was Garrett’s perfectly groomed gorgeous feet. Because of my foot fetish, I couldn’t resist watching his perfectly groomed toes flex and fall with each slap of his flips.

Of course, Garrett’s beautiful feet led my eyes to his stunning legs, which also compromised my situational awareness. His incredible legs were just one more thing to keep my attention from focusing on my surroundings. The sun-bleached, almost blond patina of baby-soft hair covering his legs was irresistible. I loved the feel of his light fuzz brushing along my cheeks whenever I would kiss my way up the sides of his thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from shivering at my last memory of him like that.

Damn! Things are stirring in my shorts.

Speaking of shorts, my eyes had run out of tantalizing skin to stare at. Yep, those synthetic blue runners stopped my survey of his skin cold, or so was my first thought. Then I realized the bulge in his blue shorts was worthy of some study as well. Garrett must have sensed he was the center of my attention, so he slipped his hand into mine, interlaced our fingers, and squeezed my hand lovingly.

Then it happened. As we strolled along the sidewalk, I noticed a hint of the crown of his beautiful cock peeking out below the edge of his shorts with almost every step.

“Dude, we are going to dinner at a very nice place, and you are running commando?”

The stunning smile that always melted my heart flashed across his beautiful face from ear to ear as he looked toward me and squeezed my hand again. Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed his sensuous lips. As the supple warmth of his lips settled against mine, Garrett placed my hand against the bulge in his shorts and curled my fingers under the edge of his shorts just enough so I could feel the silky softness of his cock.

We kissed for a minute before resuming our walk toward the restaurant; however, my brief fondling of his tool had gotten his attention. His pride and joy had lengthened a bit, so he was showing a bit more dick flash with each step as we walked. Wisely, Garrett started talking about the French Toast we ate for breakfast in the diner across the street. Since Garrett suddenly had realized going commando was not the best choice for walking on the street, he wanted anything to take his mind off of his dick and shrink things back again. Garrett had an enormous nine inch cock when it was in full bloom, which his flimsy running shorts could never restrain if he didn’t get himself calmed down.

“What do you think about going parasailing tomorrow?” I asked, hoping to help him out by distracting him further.

Suddenly, a screech emanated from one of four college women walking toward us from half a block away. They were all jabbering away, but only one was looking our way, catching Garrett’s most recent dick flash. Immediately, she was pointing toward Garrett and rapidly explaining what she had seen. The rest of the women listened and quickly redirected their attention toward a new target. Their cock hunt was on. They were like four Brittney Spaniel pointers who had locked on point after finding a quail.

I stepped in front of Garrett to block their view. “Tuck that monster up under your waistband and pull your shirttail down over it to hide it from view.”

By the time he finished situating himself, the women arrived in a sprint, swarming around us. One of them focused her attention on me, while the other three were all over Garrett. He was blushing as he did his best to dodge their dive bombing attempts at kissing him. While they tangled with each other in pursuit of his wonderful lips, one lady groped his throbbing bulge.

“Hey bitches, dude here is hard as rock and raring to go. I’m taking him home. See you tomorrow!”

“We all saw him flash us. You gotta share him. What’s your name, stud?”

“Bitches, I get him first. When I’m done with him, you’ll have to wait for morning so he can recover!”

“His name is Rico Suave. Sorry, ladies! He is mine, and I’m not sharing,” I said as I grabbed Garrett’s arm, pulled him out of their scrum, launching us down the sidewalk with alacrity toward our restaurant reservation.

Garrett and I were celebrating our mini vacation after finishing our first year of college together, so we entered the luxury restaurant we had selected back when we planned our trip.

The name of the restaurant was Indulgence, and the Clearwater Beach community favored them for their exquisite cuisine and the unbelievable scenery they offered. The dining room had a decor of etched glass walls, crystal fixtures, and brushed titanium accoutrements. And the wait staff was stunning. Men and women alike were gorgeously beautiful enough to pursue careers in Hollywood, and their perfect physiques were fully on display, under the skimpiest and least opaque wardrobes available while still barely meeting restaurant safety codes.

The maitre d' greeted us with a kind smile and led us to a booth at the back of the restaurant, where we sat down, side by side with the lateral contours of our bare thighs pressed intimately against each other. Yes, even that innocent contact with Garrett’s leg offered its own thrill for me. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was having the same effect for him and whether wearing his running shorts commando style would soon become a challenge for him. At least I had a designer jock on under my shorts to help restrain my passion.

Garrett and I sat with our eyes bugging out and our jaws hanging open, as we watched the tantalizing scenery all around us. With one hand in our lap, we hoped to keep our boners from creating a pup tent in our shorts as we stared at sheer beauty in every direction. Then, to our surprise, with stunned expressions on our faces, our waiter for the evening arrived to tell us about the evening’s specials and take our drink order.

Our new acquaintance on the beach earlier in the day, Sebastian, seemed delighted to realize he was our waiter. He wore a shiny black leather harness conveniently designed to cover his nips and a matching shiny black leather brief with a waistband low enough to display his pubic hair if he had not shaved and a hint of the top of his crease in back while being short enough to leave the lower one-fourth of his ass cheeks on display. 

Oh fuck, I would so love to tease my tongue along the edge of your peach, above or below those briefs.

His briefs were skin tight, candidly revealing every contour, even diving deep in his great divide and bulging precariously as it strained to keep his enormous package under wraps. Even though I wasn’t looking at Garrett, I knew his eyes stared raptly at the same show as mine, just based on the subtle rumble emanating from his throat.

“What are you guys doing here?” Sebastian whispered.

“We heard about this place and booked this reservation last week. We had no idea you worked here,” I explained.

“Ok, it is great to see you again. However, I just hope Carmelo doesn’t find out you are here, or that I am waiting on you. That would not go well for either of us.”

“We won’t tell him.”

“Thanks.”

“Dude, you are looking so fine tonight!”

Sebastian smiled then headed to the bar for our beverages. The heat of Garrett’s smile bathed my cheek as he said, “Ty, he is so damn cute. Beyond all possibilities, he seems even sexier with clothes on than he was on the beach naked. Couldn’t you just lick him to pieces?”

“Absolutely not!” I said.

“What? You don’t think he is cute?”

“Oh, Sebastian is extremely cute! He is truly adorable, but if I chose to taste him, in any fashion, I am quite certain I would incur the wrath of my jealous boyfriend.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Really, then you won’t mind me asking the hot waiter at that table across the room for a date.”

“What? Which guy?”

I roared, laughing at Garrett and reached into his lap, where I squeezed his manhood as it strained to break free of his flimsy shorts. Feeling him throb in my hand sent a lightning bolt of emotional thrill down my spine, crashing head on with my eager cock. I could not resist squeezing Garrett’s cock again as I tenderly kissed his beautiful lips.

As Sebastian returned with our drinks, his eyes sparkled from the reflections of the crystal ceiling fixtures. 

Damn, you are so gorgeous, and Garrett cannot resist you as well.

Sebastian squatted down next to Garrett as he listed the specials du jour, while resting his hand on Garrett’s thigh as he spoke. Instantly, Garrett’s pup tent was on the rise. Sebastian’s eyes tracked from Garrett’s crotch to his eyes, winked seductively at Garrett, then traced their way back to the bouncing pup tent in Garrett’s lap.

Moments after Sebastian left for the kitchen to fetch our appetizers, the four ladies from our sidewalk encounter entered the restaurant. While waiting for the maitre d to greet and seat them, the ever observant beach bunny saw us from across the room and squealed loudly. A chorus followed her alert, from all our unwanted fan club members as they charged across the dining room intent on surrounding our table.

Garrett’s tool was standing at attention from his encounter with Sebastian, and we really didn’t need the ladies to see him like that. I got up, pulling Garrett to his feet behind me, blocking the ladies’ view of him. Since we were in the back corner of the restaurant, no one could see his compromised state, but I could feel his cock pressing against my shorts into my crease.

I stood, facing the ladies and performing a bit of sleight of hand to display the rose I pulled from the table vase, hoping to distract them from focusing on Garrett. While the ladies watched me, the maitre d' and another waiter stepped in front of me. With considerable frustration, they herded the beach beauties back toward their table.

Sebastian brushed against Garrett while reaching for our drinks, causing him to turn. His focus was on the commotion the ladies were causing, not realizing his love wand had slipped free. Moving in such close proximity, the back of Sebastian’s hand brushed against the ultra sensitive skin of Garrett’s throbbing cock. Without hesitation, they locked eyes on each other, and their earlier attraction instantly flourished.

“Follow me,” Sebastian said and guided us into the kitchen.

Apparently, as Garrett turned to follow Sebastian, his position allowed the same eagle-eyed woman from the street to catch another dick flash. Another piercing squeal reverberated through the establishment as I followed Sebastian and Garrett into the kitchen.

Sebastian guided us into a booth inside the kitchen, where patrons could sit, watching food preparation and plating. Kitchen patrons also had the privilege of sampling wide varieties of food from across the menu. Only after Sebastian seated us did I remember seeing an entry on the menu explaining The Kitchen Table was a two seat side-by-side booth where people paid $500 a person to watch the action in the kitchen. 

As I sat down in the booth next to Garrett, I saw Garrett’s crown peaking out again and felt sympathetic to his plight as he struggled to keep his throbbing cock hidden under the flimsy confines of his synthetic running shorts. So I pulled Garrett’s knee sideways into my lap, palmed his balls, and hid his throbbing cock under my forearm. I wondered if it was my touch or Sebastian’s focused gaze that caused Garrett to quiver and blush.

Then Sebastian explained our situation of the women stalkers to the restaurant manager. As he greeted us, I confessed we could not afford the exclusive seating and would be happy to leave if we could use the back door to avoid the ladies. He pulled up a chair on the other side of the table from us, smiled, and said, “I too can appreciate the inconvenience of the affections of the fairer sex when you desired them not. No need to be concerned about the exclusive seating. You are guests in my establishment, so you should not have to contend with their harassing solicitations. As such, your dinners tonight are on the house. I only ask one favor in return.”

“What is the favor?” I asked.

“Boss, we need your help with a problem over here,” one of the kitchen staff beckoned from across the room.

“Excuse me a minute, gentlemen. I’ll explain further when I return.”

Sebastian came back in from the dining room and delivered another round of drinks to our table. He seemed incredibly nervous, making me wonder if the ladies in the dining room were causing a problem. Quickly, he turned away, spoke with the chef, and returned with several appetizers for us to sample. As he described the appetizers, he knelt on one knee next to Garrett. I still had Garrett’s throbbing cock trapped under my forearm, but the side of his shaft peeked out anyway. Sebastian glanced into Garrett’s crystal blue eyes occasionally, but the desire raging within him kept his attention glued to the side of Garrett’s cock, showing from under my forearm.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

Sebastian turned beet red, and a veritable word salad spilled from his lips. Passion mercilessly had gripped him by the balls. He leaned over and tenderly kissed my forearm.

Garrett giggled slightly. I was Garrett’s first boyfriend, his first gay encounter, in fact. He had a girlfriend when I met him, and she treated him horribly. While I loved him beyond measure, I had a nagging fear that one day he might wonder what he was missing if he knew no one but me. Sebastian seemed like a great guy, so I thought I should encourage Garrett to indulge his curiosity a bit.

I knew what Sebastian was hoping for when he kissed my arm, so I decided for both of their benefit to oblige him. While pulling my arm to the side, I only had it partially clear before Garrett’s massive cock snapped to attention.

“Ty!” Garrett hissed with embarrassment. Suddenly, his face was beet red, too.

“Ohhh!” Escaped from Sebastian’s throat before he caught himself and looked around to see if anyone else in the kitchen had noticed. Realizing the din of noise in the kitchen had hidden his exclamation completely, he looked up at Garrett with the cutest expression on his face. 

You want Garrett’s enormous cock. No, you need that cock. Will he let you have it? Maybe if you say please!

All those thoughts raced through my mind as I watched a rush of emotions wash over Sebastian’s face in a split second. How could I not give my approval as Garrett looked at me for permission? I leaned in and kissed his lips softly before whispering into his ear. “Gar, he is smitten with you. Give him a taste, if you want. I’ll just enjoy the show.”

Garrett looked back at Sebastian and nodded his approval, but Sebastian was still wary of the situation. So, he looked back at me, likely seeking my permission, too. With a wink and a subtle nod in his favor from me, Sebastian pressed a gentle kiss against the side of Garrett’s flaring crown, followed by a sensual lick across his banjo string. Both sizzled with the excitement of sharing each other’s heat, and the public setting added to their thrill.

Sebastian paused again to check the rest of the kitchen. Realizing there was still no one paying any attention to him, he licked his lips before pursing them and wasted no time slipping his lips over Garrett’s crown. Two seconds later, Garrett’s massive cock had disappeared.

A grunt from Garrett was hardly noticeable, but I placed my hand on his bare thigh to reassure him, nonetheless. His mouth dropped open as he sucked in a gasp of air, then his breathing stopped with his mouth hanging open. Three times up and down, before Sebastian kissed Garrett’s crown once more and stood up, returning to his duties as a waiter.

I looked around the kitchen, and noticed the chef across the room, watching and smiling. No one else seemed aware of what had transpired. As I pulled Garrett’s cock back under my forearm to give him some privacy from the constant traffic in the kitchen, Garrett could finally breathe again. Using my other hand, I touched his chin, turning his face toward me.

“Babe, that was so fucking hot, absolutely fucking sizzling!” I said.

“You aren’t jealous?”

“Not as long as you sleep in my arms tonight.”

Out of nowhere, the restaurant manager appeared and sat down across the table from us. I couldn’t pull my hand away from Garrett’s crotch without being obvious, so I just held the manager’s steady gaze. Garrett was nervous. I could feel his leg bouncing. Hopefully, his anxiety would quiet his boner soon.

“Sir, thank you for granting us the privilege of this unique seating. We are genuinely grateful,” I said.

“You are welcome, gentlemen. I only have one simple request of a favor from you in return for my hospitality,” the manager said.

“What is that, sir?”

“Promise me you will convince Sebastian to leave Clearwater. He is a stunningly handsome young man and truly a beautiful person inside. Carmelo will destroy him if he stays here. I don’t want to watch that.”

“Carmelo! How does he fit in here?” Garrett asked.

“Carmelo owns this restaurant. He owns half of the entertainment businesses in Clearwater, and he owns Sebastian. That is why Sebastian works here. He has no choice.”

One of the staff called the manager away again just as Sebastian returned with more appetizers for us to share, including artichoke dip with house-made chips and calamari with marinara dipping sauce. Typical of college students, we dug into the food without hesitation. And Sebastian knelt on one knee again, kissed Garrett’s knee, and said, “You guys are killing me.”

Instantly, Garrett and Sebastian both blushed again. I still had Garrett’s balls in my hand and his massive cock trapped under my forearm. I must admit, I loved the feel of his supple scrotum in my hand and his throbbing manhood against my arm. A nice long lick and a swallow or two of his joy juice would have been even better, but not in that setting. Besides, I didn’t want to distract Garrett’s attention away from Sebastian.

After the appetizers came cream of broccoli soup, apple and baby greens salad, warm French bread, potatoes au gratin, fettuccini Alfredo, grilled asparagus, glazed carrots, shrimp stuffed filet mignon, roast prime rib, lobster, molten lava cake, ice cream, and a myriad of other samplings.

Through the entire meal, Garrett and I fed each other forks full of the various delights crowding the table while I continued to hold Garrett’s pulsing cock, and his free hand slipped inside my muscle tank top to tantalize my right nipple and caress my ripped abs. As he groped my abs, his cock would surge against my forearm. Whenever Sebastian came to our table with more food samples, Garrett’s cock surged even harder. Clearly, both were smitten with each other, and their reactions to each other thrilled my voyeuristic nature.

I just hope I’m doing the right thing by encouraging your curiosity. But please save me the pain of losing you, Garrett.

Across the kitchen, I noticed a kitchen staff person on the phone, while staring at us. My instincts told me that would be bad news for us. Sure enough, the restaurant manager approached us from the opposite direction. “I have just gotten word that one of my staff, a known mole for Carmelo, has been on the phone with him. That means he will probably be here soon. You should leave now and take Sebastian with you. Please help him find a new life far away from here.”

The restaurant manager pulled Sebastian aside and encouraged him to leave with us immediately. I thought he might object, but he offered no resistance as his boss hugged him and kissed his cheek. We left through the back door, because they said Carmelo always entered through the front with great fanfare.

One block over, we caught an Uber and took it to the south end of the island. Sebastian wanted to go back to his apartment, but I convinced him that was not wise. Carmelo’s boys were likely watching it. Rather than lead them back to the estate where Garrett and I were staying, we hit a club. Sebastian picked one which he was reasonably certain did not belong to Carmelo.

The Lido Club was screaming with excitement. The band was so loud, we could only hear each other talk if our lips pressed against the other person’s ear as we spoke. Difficult for communication, but it was a wonderful way to foster intimacy.

The three of us danced as a trio nonstop, sometimes facing each other and sometimes in a three spoon stack. Regardless, we were having a great time, and no one was bothering us. Besides a great crowd rocking the tunes, the temperature in the room was hot. It wasn’t long before we were sweating profusely, so we peeled off our shirts, got some drinks, then went right back to dancing. Rubbing sweat ladened skin between the three of us led to an arousal none of us could resist.

The temperature in the club continued to rise, and the Florida humidity didn’t help. More drinks, double fisted this time, and we were back to dancing, hugging, kissing, and grinding on each other. By then, most of the crowd had stripped to their briefs and those running commando were dancing nude.

After another round of double fisted drinks, we were feeling no pain and having a blast. With Garrett in front and Sebastian in the middle, we were back to grinding away in a spoon sandwich when Sebastian let his sexy little shorts drop to the floor. Seconds later, he pushed Garrett’s thin running shorts, with the high split up the sides, down to his knees, letting gravity take care of the rest.

Without missing a beat of the music, Sebastian signaled for a reversal of our stack, making me the front spoon. Like a flash of lightning, Sebastian then shed my shorts. The dance floor was shoulder to shoulder, too packed to even bend down and pick up garments. Clothing of all sorts from most of the crowd littered the floor, and I quickly lost track of our stuff.

We kept dancing until Sebastian leaned his chest tight against my back, bringing his lips to my ear. “Fuck! One of Carmelo’s goons just came in through the front door. And another. Now a third. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

With Sebastian and Garrett in tow, I wormed my way through the crowd to the back door. We exited into an alley to find the back of another bar in front of us. As someone left that establishment, we entered and received a lot of looks and much applause as we strolled casually naked through the crowd to the front door and left via the next street over.

Since we were at the edge of the business district, we walked down the adjacent residential street as calmly as we could while being naked and pursued by Mafia like thugs. Sebastian wanted to go back to his apartment.

“Who pays for your apartment?” I asked.

“Carmelo. Do you think he will be there?” Sebastian asked.

“No, but he will have someone watching it. We will go to where we are staying.”

“Is it near the Indulgence?”

“Just a few blocks away.”

“If they see us, we will lead them to where you are staying,” Sebastian said.

“Do you have another suggestion?”

“We could go to the condo of a friend of mine. He is out of town,” Sebastian said pensively.

“Where is it?”

“A few blocks from here.”

“Ok, let’s look, but watch where you step, guys. Wedging a piece of broken glass into your foot would severely hinder our escape,” I said. Really, I wanted to give Garrett and Sebastian something to focus on besides our pursuers. 

Four blocks later, after casually walking the sidewalks naked, we reached the beach, only to find five of Carmelo’s goons waiting for us. His guys did not have hand to hand combat training while Garrett and I had our black belts in three different martial arts fighting styles. No one pulled a gun, as they clearly had orders to bring us back alive. Consequently, Garrett and I quickly laid all five down for a nap.

The parks department had already groomed the beach sand, so our foot prints would leave an easy trail to follow. We walked straight to the water. Once in the water up to our knees, we walked south again until we reached his friend’s condo building, then we walked up to the building using a handicap rubber path on the sand to get to the back entrance without leaving footprints in the sand.

Sebastian knew his friend’s access code, so we entered through the basement parking garage and made our way to the elevator. He pressed the elevator call button. When the carriage doors opened, a guy and four ladies exited. Three of them laughed boisterously at our nudity, but two of the ladies begged the guy to take us along to wherever they were going. I hurried my crew into the elevator and asked Sebastian to press the floor. As the doors closed, all the babes were begging the guy to take us along. I just hoped none of them would remember us.

It was 2:00 am, so we didn’t meet anyone else as the elevator soared to the 12th floor. As we walked down the hallway to the condo, I wondered if anyone might see us on the security cameras. We entered the condo and found it to be stunning. It was clearly worth big bucks.

As all three of us chugged some ice water to offset the fluids lost from the earlier alcoholic beverages and perspiration in that oven of a club, I asked, “So Sebastian, who is your friend that owns this condo, and what does he do to afford these digs?”

“Oh, Saber owns this condo. He has a laundromat.”

“So, he owns one laundromat?”

“Yes, it is on Coastal Avenue.”

There is no way someone owns a million dollar condo from the revenues of a single laundromat unless it is a front for something else.

“You told us you are working for Carmelo to pay off your father’s debt. What exactly does your work entail?”

“Service. You know… like you saw on the beach. He expects me to pleasure him on demand.”

“How much credit do you get for your service toward paying off your debt?”

“Umm, I guess I don’t really know. He makes me work at Indulgence, and he lets me keep 20% of my tips while he keeps the rest.”

“And you can live on 20% of tips?” I asked incredulously.

“I usually just eat one meal a day at Indulgence. The manager comps that for me. Carmelo lets me use a small apartment he owns, and he usually gives me 50 dollars for each recruit…”

Based on the sudden expression passing across his face, Sebastian clearly realized he had said too much.

“Who do you recruit? Were you recruiting us tonight?” I asked with the intensity of my voice rising.

“No! I had no idea you were coming into the restaurant. You guys stood up for me. I would never…” Sebastian cut himself off again.

“How did he know we were at Indulgence tonight?”

“I don’t know if he did. He just comes by sometimes. He likes to mingle with the guests and shake hands. Carmelo has a gigantic ego, so he loves for people to know he owns the place.”

“How did your manager know Carmelo was on his way?”

“I think he saw Joey on the phone and watched him staring at you. Joey is Carmelo’s nephew. Ty, I swear I would never sell you guys out. You and Garrett are the first people to treat me like a human being.”

“Ok, let’s clean up and crash here for a few hours. Then we can move to the estate just before sunup. We need to give Carmelo’s guys time to get tired and doze off.”

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After we each went to a different bathroom and prepped, we joined back together in the master suite shower. When I walked in, Garrett and Sebastian were all over each other already, with the shower stream pouring down on them. I had to admit; they were gorgeous together.

Sebastian’s blond hair and blue eyes stood out in deep contrast to his golden bronze tan. Only a small triangle over his groin and an even smaller triangle at the top of his crease lacked a tan because of his string bikini swimsuit. His eyes were the crystal azure of a clear sky, and the sexy lips surrounding his perfect teeth frequently formed an impish grin that was truly seductive.

A physique modeled after Adonis was a testament to the hours Sebastian spent improving himself, including his buff chest, ripped abs, muscled legs, and gorgeously tantalizing toes for those of us foot fetish freaks. While Sebastian’s cock wasn’t quite as big as Garrett’s, his pleasure pole was standing rigid and tall, pressing sweet spot to sweet spot against Garrett’s.

Water poured over their faces and down their chests. Watching the shower spray cascade over those two amazing bodies was all it took to make me as hard as they were. I approached next to them, slipping a hand onto each man’s gorgeous ass. I kneaded both firmly muscled glutes over and over.

Their kissing continued as if I wasn’t there, until my middle finger teased around the rim of their eager puckers. Yeah, I had their attention. Garrett kissed my lips passionately and then Sebastian took over, slipping his eager tongue between my lips, hoping to tantalize my tongue.

Suddenly, his tongue retracted as his jaw dropped open, and he inhaled with a gasp while Garrett looked at him, wondering what happened. Then he knew as soon as my other middle finger wiggled its way one knuckle deep into his love chute, too. I kissed back and forth between Garrett’s lips and Sebastian’s as my fingers undulated their way to the second knuckle.

Finally, they saw the wisdom in a shared three-way kiss as my fingertips found both their prostatic sweet spots. Our tongues teased with reckless abandon as both men paused repeatedly each time erotic lightning bolts sent quivers up their spine, shaking their composure uncontrollably. Fortunately, there was no danger of them falling from weak knees. My fingers had both men securely supported. I closed my eyes and savored the wonderful sensation of both men’s beautiful lips sharing mine, caressing mine, and loving mine.

Turning each man slightly toward me so we formed the sides of an equilateral triangle, I realized one of Garrett’s nipples pressed against one of Sebastian’s, an alignment I found irresistible. Kissing my way down to their cuddling areolae, I kissed them simultaneously before teasing them mercilessly with a swirling taunt.

When I sensed they were both about to collapse in pleasure, I kissed my way down their abs, alternating back and forth from one stud to the other. The feel of their precum under my chin let me know when it was time to change my tactics.

Now on my knees with one finger on each hand still buried deep inside them, I said, “Keep them kissing, guys.”

Sebastian thought I was referring to their lips, and he pressed his tenderly against Garrett’s again. But Garrett knew what I had in mind as he slipped his hand low around both their shafts, holding them stable and keeping their banjo strings kissing. I gently kissed his fingers before my tongue slithered between my lips to experience the ultra high voltage thrill of the left side of my tongue on Sebastian’s shaft and the other half against my lover’s shaft. The tingle of excitement rippled down my spine at the speed of light, settling squarely in my dick.

I wasn’t sure if I had ever been as hard as I was that night, so I needed to make sure they were both as hard as I was. Garrett and his new friend both moaned as my Magic Tongue slithered up and down along the side of their shafts. With another tender kiss, my lower lip caressed the succulently spongy rim of the side of their crowns while my upper lip captured the two large drops of precum balanced precariously on their one eye, dragging that silky clear natural lube to spread it over my side of their crowns.

After kissing my way down to Garrett’s fingers again, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, teased it with my special swirl, then let it slip away. Carefully, I wiggled the tip of my tongue between their two shafts, the top of my tongue against one, the bottom against the other. In a seesawing motion, I inched my way up between their shafts until I was tantalizing both banjo strings with an undulating ripple that completely mesmerized both my bois. They quivered uncontrollably as my Magic Tongue wiggled its way through between the splits in their crowns and my fingertips massaged their prostates intensely.

In a breathy whisper, Sebastian uttered, “Ohhh, fuuuck!”

Garrett wrapped his free hand around Sebastian’s neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. Simultaneously, as my lips slipped over both their crowns, spreading the newly accumulated precum generously over their throbbing helmets. I made the top half of their meat disappear, filling my mouth. I wanted more of both of them, but I just couldn’t fit any more of them into my mouth.

On the fifth time, up and down on their shafts, Garrett moaned deeply and Sebastian howled as they simultaneously flooded my throat with hot spooge. Much more than I could handle all at once, I had to let it spill as I continued to pleasure them until they both pulled away from me because they had become too sensitive. I stood up and shared the flavors in my mouth in another three-way kiss. This was going to be an awesome night.

After rinsing and toweling off, we moved from the bathroom to the condo’s spacious, great room overlooking the gulf, and our exceptional night came to an abrupt end. Carmelo was sitting in a cane rocking chair in the shadows of the corner of the dimly lit room, with two of his goons standing next to him, one on each side.

Fuuuck!

There we stood in front of him, all three buck naked, with no idea what would come next, but we knew it would not be good.

“So Bas, these are your new friends now, huh?” Carmelo said.

Apparently, he called Sebastian, Bas. Sebastian started to answer and said, “Sir, I…”

“Shut the fuck up! I had an assignment for you tonight. If you had forgotten about these guys this morning, they would have been fine. But now they cost me money, so the lads here are gonna have to toss them off the balcony.”

I said, “It seems…”

“You shut the fuck up, too! Your intrusion in Bas’ business just got you killed. And since Bas is a witness, I’ll have to send him on that same walk of faith after he gives me one last hummer.”

In a quiet tone, I said, “Kill him, if you want. I met him for three minutes this morning and a blowjob this evening. He is nothing to me. But I won’t let you hurt my friend or me. You didn’t bring enough help for this plan of yours.” Garrett knew that was a verbal play on my part to piss off Carmelo, so he wouldn’t be thinking rationally. Garrett wisely slipped his hand into Sebastian’s, reassuring him.

“Boy, your balls just wrote a check you can’t cash!” Then Carmelo said to his goons. “Get rid of these two.”

Sebastian stepped forward and said, “Carmelo, please don’t…”

Goon 1 stepped forward, punched Sebastian in the gut, then shoved him backwards, rolling him into a heap across the room. Garrett spun, delivering an elbow to the thug’s nose, stunning him and leaving blood gushing from his mid face. Goon 2 advanced on Garrett, but I cut him off. Garrett and I engaged both thugs, hand to hand, delivering multiple blows while deflecting the incoming.

With Carmelo’s muscle finally driven out on the balcony with their back to the railing, Garrett and I faced them. They looked at each other, then reached toward their handguns. Garrett and I looked like synchronized dancers as we spun and delivered a devastating kick to the chest of both, causing them to tumble backwards over the railing and begin their 12 story dive. I wasn’t exactly sure about our aim, but I hoped the swimming pool below would catch them. Either way, it was better for us than being shot.

As we turned around, Carmelo stood with one arm around Sebastian’s neck, and his other hand held a pistol to Sebastian’s head. “Now, you all die.”

We walked toward Carmelo to shorten our response time. He wasn’t smart enough to stop us while we were still on the balcony. I chuckled and said, “Without question, your plan will fail.”

“You may think you are a badass fighter, but I have a gun,” Carmelo hissed.

“And one of us will kill you before you get off a second shot. If anyone of us dies, you die. Guaranteed! Your only way out of here alive is to lay your gun down and take the elevator down to the ground floor to fish your boys out of the pool.”

After a rather testy debate, Carmelo laid his gun down. In the elevator lobby, I called for one of the two elevators to go up and the other to go down. In the up elevator, I pushed all the buttons for each floor to the top floor, number 22. As soon as the doors on the upward elevator closed with Carmelo on it, we stepped on the other elevator and press the button for the Lobby. As long as we headed down while he headed up, we had a little getaway time.

Everyone in the lobby was staring out the back windows toward the commotion at the pool while three stunning college-age students walked stark naked out the front door. The bellman at the door had a huge grin on his face.

“Sorry, with no pockets, none of us have tip money.”

“No need, sir. The view you gentlemen provide is tip enough.”

“If we cross paths again, I’ll give you a nice tip, but only if you never remember seeing us tonight.”

“Done!”

We jogged north along the palm tree lined sidewalk, then crossed the sandy beach to the water’s edge, disappearing into the darkness as we jogged close enough to the water so our foot prints would wash away within minutes. 

After taking a roundabout path to make sure no one saw us sneaking back into the estate where Garrett and I were staying, we all three jumped into the shower to wash away the sweat and sea salt from our beachside jog. Then we moved to the bed.

It was time for some answers. Sebastian was such a gorgeous guy. If everything he had told us about his situation was true, I genuinely felt sorry for him, but I still had some outstanding questions.

“Sebastian, how did Carmelo find us tonight?”

“I don’t know.”

“Your restaurant manager said you work there at Carmelo’s bidding.”

“That is true, but I had no idea you were coming there for dinner tonight. I swear I didn’t set you up.”

“How did his goons find us at the dance club?”

“I don’t know. He has ownership in a lot of businesses here, but I only know a few of them. I have danced there before, and I have never seen him or any of his thugs there. That is why I go there, to get away from his watchful eye. Maybe one of his people followed us from the restaurant.”

“If someone was following us, I would have known. How did he find us in that condo?” I said.

“I guess one of his guys…” Sebastian cut his own words off when I gave him a bit of a scowl.

“Who owns that condo, and what is he to Carmelo and you?”

“His name is Saber. He has never mentioned Carmelo.” Then, with his head hanging down in what I took to be shame, Sebastian whispered, “You asked me how I got by on 20% of my tips from the restaurant. It is because of Saber.”

“You said he owns a laundromat. Where does the money for that condo come from?”

“I don’t know. Guess I didn’t want to know.”

“Is recruiting guys like us how you get paid?”

“What? No! I guess Saber is my sugar daddy. You think I was setting you up as a target for Carmelo or Saber?”

“Sure looks like it.”

Sebastian stood up, walked around in a tight circle three times, then dropped to his knees with tears running down his face and dripping onto his chest.

“Tears aren’t helping my perspective of your actions,” I whispered. I didn’t want him trying to manipulate us.

“Ty, give him a break.” Garrett always had a soft heart.

“Will one of you kill me, please?” Sebastian whispered.

Garrett and I looked at each other trying to figure out what was happening.

“What?” Garrett said in exasperation.

“I have seen how both of you fight. Either of you could easily kill me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.

“I’m sitting here in your rental, buck naked, with no money, no belongings, no place to live, and no one who cares about me. I don’t even have an ID anymore. It is sitting in an apartment I can never go back to. And Carmelo will put out the word that whoever sees me has to turn me over to him. Then, after a living hell, he will kill me. You guys are the first people my age to actually talk to me in longer than I can remember. Everyone else I meet is just hitting on me, hoping for a trick. No one gives a fuck about me. I would rather die at your hand than at the end of that pig’s gun. This is my only choice now. I so wish you guys hadn’t come for dinner tonight. Then we would all still be safe. Now, you’re in danger, and I’m a dead man.” Then he seemed to collapse into himself as he sobbed uncontrollably.

“Really, was this the life you wanted, being on your knees for people who could not care less about you?”

“Ty, I’m gay. Sucking cock is what I do.”

“You know what I mean.”

“What choice do I have?”

Sebastian had obviously been through so much, yet he remained so innocent and helpless. My heart was screaming at me to take pity on him and help him.

“Leave with us. Start a new life,” I said.

“But Carmelo will find me or my mom or my brother.”

“Call your mom and brother. Send them to visit family or friends away from here. Come with us. I know people who can help Carmelo find a new perspective. He needs to experience what it is like to be the hunted.”

Sebastian didn’t respond. He just continued to sob while kneeling on the floor. I looked Garrett in the eye as I got off the bed and nodded my head toward Sebastian. Kneeling down behind him, I pulled Sebastian’s back against my chest.

“I promise, we can help,” I whispered into his ear, then kissed him on the shoulder as Garrett sat down on the cool tile floor with his legs bent over my thighs while facing Sebastian.

Garrett lifted Sebastian’s chin to look him in the eye and wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. After kissing Sebastian’s lips tenderly, Garrett said, “Seb, I was once in a desperate situation, not all that different from yours. Ty took me home. He and his parents helped me, and my life is very different now.”

Sebastian’s forehead dropped against Garrett’s shoulder, and he continued to weep. Garrett kissed Sebastian’s neck repeatedly and caressed his flanks while I massaged his shoulders.

“If you could give me another T-shirt and shorts, I will leave and never bother you again. I promise. Just leave before Carmelo can find you. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Seb, if we are all three in danger, like you say, we are safer together. Sleep here with us tonight. At least you know we care about you,” Garrett said.

“You and Ty love each other. You should be able to make love tonight without me intruding. If Carmelo finds you, this could be your last chance to share each other.”

You fear your death, and you’re worried about intruding on our lovemaking?

“Seb, we want you to spend the night with us,” Garrett said.

Sebastian turned and looked at me, and I said, “And we want you to let us help you tomorrow.”

“Why do you care about me when no one else does?”

“I guess we are still trying to figure that out,” Garrett whispered, and flashed his seductive smile.

Sebastian forced himself to smile back, so Garrett placed his hands on Sebastian’s cheeks and kissed him lovingly.

“Yes, we want to make love with you as a threesome, if you will have us,” I said as I stood up and held one hand out to Sebastian and one to Garrett.

“And you get first pick of our pleasures for the night,” Garrett said as he stood up with his cock already reaching for the stars.

The three of us crawled back onto the enormous bed in the pool house master bedroom. In less than a minute, we were all three as hard as a steel railroad spikes.

“What is your call?”

With my hard cock in one hand and Garrett’s throbbing tool in his other, Sebastian still had tears running down his face as he whispered, “You are both gorgeous. I don’t know how to decide.”

“Do you want to be fucked?” Garrett asked.

“Yes, please.”

Garrett crawled around behind Sebastian while I sat back on my haunches in front of him. As Garrett started tongue teasing Sebastian’s pleasure canyon, Sebastian leaned forward, wasting no time as his tongue became acquainted with my pleasure stick.

I had no idea what kinds of things Carmelo or Saber had forced Sebastian to engage in, but his tongue was spectacularly talented. In less than a minute, he had my cock racing toward a bust. One second, I was begging him to slow down, and the next second, I was begging him for more.

Just when I began expecting the best bust of my life, Sebastian grunted loudly as his jaw dropped open, and my cock slipped free.

What the hell?

When Sebastian gasped and said, “Please don’t stop!” I suddenly understood the situation. Garrett’s massive cock was making his presence known. Garrett had pressed the crown of his cock inside Sebastian, then pulled back out entirely. Upon his second entry, Garrett’s massive cock probed an inch farther. A deep long moan escaped Sebastian in the sexy tone of his deep voice as Garrett withdrew until only his crown remained inside then pushed slowly and steadily beyond his previous entry.

Since Sebastian still faced me, I had a perfect view as his eyes rolled back in unison with the ragged gasp for air with his mouth wide open. That sequence repeated itself until Garrett had buried all nine inches of his menacing meat deep inside Sebastian. After three more sensual plunges of Garrett’s manhood, Sebastian moaned more than said, “Please don’t stop.”

The trance, to which I had succumbed while watching Sebastian’s rigid cock bounce off of his taut abs with each of Garrett’s thrusts, finally ended when Sebastian smiled and slipped his lips over the tip of my cock, making every inch of my pleasure pole disappear.

As Sebastian teased moan after moan from my lips, he purred with pleasure repeatedly as Garrett grunted from the intensity of each impassioned thrust he delivered. Clearly he was enjoying the wonders of Sebastian’s beautiful ass as much as I was savoring the talents of his wondrous lips and tongue.

Somehow, we all held off our bust longer than I thought possible, and then came the miracle. Three extremely physically fit college-age guys sharing the ardent experience of mutual pleasures of the flesh suddenly swapped spooge with each other simultaneously. Yep, we all shared our first three-way simultaneous bust.

Fucking fantastic!

I wiped the tears from Sebastian’s face with my thumbs and said, “I’m sorry if we hurt you.”

“No, you didn’t. You have no idea how amazing it feels to be with guys who care about me and want to share yourselves with me for my pleasure as well as yours. That is a first for me. Since the very first time I ever had sex with someone, my only act has been to provide pleasure for the person demanding my company. Thank you, both of you, thank you for caring about me and for letting me care about you. I’m sorry for crying. I have just never experienced anything this wonderful before.”

I kissed Sebastian’s lips tenderly before I turned him around, pulling him against my chest as my little spoon. Then I grabbed Garrett’s hand and pulled him in face to face with Sebastian. Garrett kissed him lovingly. From behind Sebastian with my arm stretched out so my hand gripped Garrett’s beautiful ass, the three of us drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

The End

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Thank you for reading with me. I hope you enjoyed this short story as much as I enjoyed remembering my fantasies and adventures from the past and writing about them. This story is a spinoff from the Abs Lust Desire Series. My other works are easy to find with a search for my name.

Thanks,

Ty Debauchee