Both the boys seemed out of it, now that Niko had shot his wad, so before they could regain any sense of time or place I slipped over and groped Ben’s crotch, startling him. He had a chubbie. Not a complete erection but getting there. Then I did the same to Liam, who had a full hard-on. And who jolted back in shock.
“Shit, Rett,” he whimpered.
I just winked at him.
Niko’s dick and balls were still outside his undies, lying in such a way as to make them very inviting for another go-around. I tickled them then ran a finger through his cum and tasted it. It wasn’t bad, not at all. One of the best I've had.
I finally noticed his eyes were jammed shut and he was still breathing rough, so I trailed my fingers over his chest, smearing some of his cum through the hair on his pecs as I whispered, “You were good. Really good. Now lie down.”
He kept still. So I took hold of his left shoulder and guided him to be face-down. His legs stayed off the side.
“Ben,” I said, “Move his legs up on the couch.”
Ben blinked at me, glanced between me and Niko’s legs, then nodded, slipped to one side and lifted them up. Niko did not resist. Ben seemed struck by the image of Niko lying prone along the couch, almost like he was gazing upon a work of art.
Liam was still lost in his own little world, muttering, “Shit, Rett,” over and over.
Both appeared ready for the next step, so I ran my hand down Niko’s elegant back to his pants. I shifted them off his rear, slowly, tenderly, leaving the undies in place. Turns out they were boxer briefs, my favorite, and his ass had a lovely curve to it that enhanced them. Damn, I was so fucking ready to take him...but first things first.
I stood up. “Okay, boys, for this part...I want one of you to fuck me as I suck the other off.”
That made Liam blink. “What? What you mean?”
I looked at him. So adorably confused, I had to chuckle.
“This,” I said.
I took Ben by the hand then led him around to climb onto the couch and straddle Niko’s back, with his knees holding the guy in place. Then I guided Liam around to stand by Niko’s calves.
“I want you to cum in my ass,” I said, caressing his face, “as Ben cums in my mouth. Isn’t that what the two of you wanted to do, tonight? I fucked you both, so you get to fuck me?”
“But...but...” He was fighting to form the words. “You want us to. It’s not the same.”
“It’s as close as you’re going to get.”
I climbed up onto Niko and straddled his thighs, then I unzipped my pants, lowered them and my briefs, and revealed I was hard and ready to go.
Ben was watching me, wary, as I sat back on Nikio’s legs, my dick raging to find its new home.
All the nights I’d dreamed of this moment came crashing into my mind. The hundred different ways I’d planned to take him...from jumping him to knocking him out to drugging him to seducing him to everything you can think of...and...and my breath grew quick and shallow. I began to spin into some kind of fog or ether, where mind and spirit blend too deeply with dreams, so I forced myself to take in a deep breath and made myself look at Ben to say, “You...you know my blow jobs. Ready for another?”
“That’s all you want?” he asked. He looked so young and sweet, I almost rethought my preferences in men...but only almost. Young is nice, but adult is fun.
“Promise," was all I said.
He slowly unzipped his jeans and shifted them down his hips. Almost defiantly. Then he pulled his dick out from his briefs...and yes, I already knew what it looked like, but the prettiness of it still anchored me. He wasn’t fully erect, yet, but that didn’t matter. I’d worshiped his penis before, and it was happy to show me why I had done so.
I sat back and shifted my attention to Niko. I felt his ass up. Caressed it, really. Nice. Comfortable. Just right.
What was even better? He didn’t try to avoid my touch. Didn’t move, at all. Not even when I pulled his boxer briefs off his ass and down his legs...and...
And stopped at seeing the beauty revealed before me. The perfection.
The alabaster skin forming two of the smoothest, most perfectly shaped cheeks ever. Accented by a tan line blending from that to the golden brown of his torso and thighs. A light fan of hair spread from between them in a way that felt...look, I know this is crazy, but I honestly felt that everything about his rear was so wonderfully perfect, I should be worshiping his ass like you do a god’s. Like I was a penitent seeking worthiness for it. So I couldn’t move.
He didn’t move, either. Didn’t clench his cheeks. Didn’t claw at me with his bound hands. Didn’t twist or turn, like others had. He just lay there, those exquisite mounds flowing from under the tail of his silk shirt and up and over and down to his legs, waiting. Almost as if he were resigned to the inevitable. While I actually felt like I should be making a sacrifice to this beauty.
Like he, seriously, was one of the gods.
I leaned forward. Let my dick slide between the mounds of that ass...and held there. That was all I wanted, at that moment...the feel of his cheeks flanking my dick. I all but embraced it.
And now I knew I would not be the first man to have him in this way.
He was just past thirty. His beauty undiminished. After having been in the modeling world for...what? Fifteen years. And he’s lying here, ready, waiting for me to enter him? That fully convinced me...he’d been taken, before.
Not that I cared. I still wanted so goddamned much to plow into him. No. No...not plow into him. Not be crude and obscene about it. I wanted our interaction to be one of grace and connection. I don’t know why. The little prick had tried to hurt me...and yet...all I wanted was to become one with him in a way that was not vulgar.
And never mind that what I was doing, legally, was rape.
Then I remembered Ben’s lovely dick and looked up at him.
He was staring down at me, almost smiling. He could see how affected I was.
That’s when I felt Liam’s hands grab my pants and pull them out of the way. Then the little shit tore my briefs open, in the back. He was going to fuck me and, the moment I heard the material of my undies tear, I knew he was going to be long and hard about it. So I clenched my cheeks and wiggled my butt then shifted back and took hold of my dick...and found Niko’s hole.
Still no movement from him.
I slipped a finger inside him. The vaguest hint of a grunt came from him. I added a second finger; the same sound. It fired me up, so I positioned myself with the head of my dick right at the point of entry.
And I entered him, dry. I don’t know why I didn’t even expectorate to lubricate, because doing it this way usually hurts, but all he did was let out a soft groan. I pushed in slowly...slowly...slowly...all the way to the hilt. To where I could feel my balls resting against his scrotum. Oh, I was loving the feel of him wrapping around me...pulling at me...his ass finally clenching and his hips shifting...
And then his ass pushed back against my dick, to help it go in, deeper.
Holy shit! He HAD been fucked before.
I felt Liam rubbing some kind of ointment over and inside my hole and vaguely wondered where he’d gotten it from...then understood he’d probably brought it with him because he and Ben planned to tie me up and fuck me. Well...now he was getting to do so without all that attendant nonsense. Though I wished he’d done this earlier; I might have asked for a little of it.
He pushed in a lot faster and rougher than I did with Niko. Then he began humping me, like a fucking rabbit. Poppity-poppity-pop-pop-pop. He was either in a rush or in need of a quick influx of endorphins...or he thought this was punishing me.
Silly boy.
At least his humping got me to humping inside of Niko.
I also took Ben’s dick in my mouth and started humping that with my lips and tongue, in my usual fashion. Suck and lick and swirl and suck and lick and swirl...which I loved to do.
To any man. Makes them gasp and almost squeak from joy.
So there we went...and there I was, the very image of being spit-roasted. And best of all?
It was being caught on my phone’s camera.
Shit, knowing I could revisit this situation and jack off to it some night when I needed more than just a quick hand job made me fall even deeper into the sensations of the moment.
Liam ramming into and out of me like a wild dog was fucking glorious in its bestiality. Especially the sharp screaming jolts I got when his head rubbed against my prostate. Man’s g-spot. His love-button, as this one guy put it...as he also waxed on and on about how lost he was in the madness of the overwhelming endorphins I was sending his way.
I finished with him as quick as I could.
But it was just that much more proof that all men were meant to be fucked.
I tried to make sure I was massaging Niko’s with my own dick and was rewarded with some grunts that were not from pain or discomfort. He still wasn’t moving, but by this point I didn’t care. The chaos of beautiful feelings had taken me over.
My only concern...one I had to pay attention to...was servicing Ben’s dick with the same focus I had on his eighteenth birthday. And not to brag...but I was polishing his shaft with even more fervor and beauty than back then.
Yes, I am bragging. But it's not a brag if you can do it, and I’m fucking great at giving head. I love men’s dicks. And as mentioned before, even straight men came back for repeats of the magic offered by my lips and tongue. So I was doubling down, on Ben.
He let out little whimpers and grabbed my hair with his hands and shoved his dick deeper into my mouth, going faster and faster and faster as he matched Liam’s speed of humping.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and grabbed his ass to dig my fingers deep into his cheeks. Even through his jeans and briefs I could feel his skin tremble and shiver as more gasps of joy jumped from him.
Holy fucking shit...
I know, I know, this was not how I’d planned to take Nicky...Niko. I’d sort of planned to forcibly kidnap him out in the open...
Like up in the Santa Monica Mountains when he went up for a hike in a pair of those shorts. He didn’t have a dog, so no worry about that. Just jump him. Bind him with tape. Rip the shorts off to fuck him. Force him to cum. Then leave him there, wrecked. Of course, I’d have worn a balaclava to protect myself. I mean, if all you have to identify someone with is how his dick looks and some DNA that is not in the registry, nothing you can do when running to the cops. And for several nights just thinking about it had given me extra pleasure when I jacked off.
But this...this...it was a hundred times better. Hotter. More fulfilling. Overwhelming. It wasn’t rape...and yet it was. Niko hadn’t really given consent. But he had become part of it. He was getting off on it. I could feel him clench tighter to my dick as I fucked him. Noticed he pushed back with his ass as I shoved in. I halfway wanted to find a way to grope his dick and see if it was getting hard, again, but I was too much in love with kneading Ben’s ass.
After God knows how long...just as I was approaching complete insanity, Liam all but howled and slammed hard against me and fired his load. He’d been ramming me hard, so I was too raw to really feel it. But the fact he slowed his pushing to near nothing told me he was done...and his soft joyous moans told me he’d had the perfect explosion.
Then Ben held my head tight and shoved his dick halfway down my throat, choking me, and let loose. Two...three...four times. No need to swallow; it’s like I had a feeding tube straight to my belly. But when he started to pull out, I used my grip on his ass to stop him...to hold him in place so I could lick him clean...and drive him even crazier from the post-orgasm sensations by swirling the head of his dick with my tongue over and over and over.
When I finally let him withdraw from my mouth, his penis had such a beautiful slope to it, gleaming in the minimal light, veins still engorged...I almost wept.
I felt this amazing warmth build from behind my heart and spread throughout my body, and I allowed myself to surrender to my own need to hit the peak of my body’s want. I let go of Ben and circled my arms around Niko to diddle his nips and work my way down to feel his dick...and sure enough, while he wasn’t completely hard, another few minutes of fucking and he would be.
I thought about holding back for a while longer, just to see...but then figured I could have him again, if I wanted. So I released my own cum into him. I didn’t count how much came out of me. How many times I ejaculated. The connection I was feeling with him carried far more meaning than that. I simply filled him with every ounce of euphoria I had...probably as much as Liam had filled in me.
Then I lay on top of him. Held him like a lover. Nestled my face in the crook of his neck. Heard his soft but sharp breathing. Felt him shivering from ecstasy.
And knew I’d happily go, again.
Tonight.
Send the boys home.
Just him and me.
Alone.
For hours...
The very thought got me hard, again.
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