The Tipping Point

Chapter One : Young Love

“I promise you, Wyatt. This time, it's going to be different.” It wasn't the first promise his mother had made to him. It was the last.

Wyatt adored his mother despite her failings. He’d even forgiven her for abandoning him, depositing him in one school and then another. This time, it was a private boarding school for boys in Virginia. Wyatt didn't know his father because his father didn’t want to be known. At least, that was what his mother told him.

After his mother kissed his cheek and drove away, the headmaster instructed the head boy to accompany Wyatt to his dorm. As they were leaving the headmaster’s office, Wyatt stopped to read a plaque above the door that read, “Be known. Be challenged. Be loved.”

“Are you alright?” Wyatt hadn’t realized he’d been staring at the plaque until the other boy spoke.

“I will be.” Wyatt hadn't paid much attention to the boy until now. He wore black-rimmed glasses that sat slightly askew on his face, giving him a scholarly appearance. He was tall and thin, with fair skin and hair as black as coal. Wyatt saw something in the older boy's eyes that stirred a feeling in him he didn’t understand or have words for.

“What did you say your name was?” the boy asked.

“I didn’t say. My name’s Wyatt Roan,” he answered defiantly. “And you? What’s your name?”

“Charles Schäfer. Charlie.”

Charlie Schäfer and the six words Wyatt read on the plaque in the headmaster’s office that day would set the course for Wyatt’s life.

Wyatt’s mother had been right. This school was different. He was excelling in his classes and had made the cut for the football team. A few of the boys bullied him, but he had learned how to defend himself two schools ago. At least he liked the boys he shared a room with, and he was slowly making friends. He wished he could be friends with Charlie, but Wyatt was in the 10th grade, and Charlie was a senior, so whenever Wyatt saw him, Charlie would only nod his head in vague recognition.

Other than a few postcards, Wyatt hadn’t heard from his mother since school began. The last postcard she sent was from Paris, saying she'd be back to visit him before Christmas.

The week before Christmas, Wyatt was called into the headmaster’s office. Standing beside the headmaster was the man Wyatt called Uncle Henry. Henry Dovall wasn’t actually Wyatt’s uncle; he was an old friend of his mother’s. Wyatt never knew the true nature of their relationship. He didn’t think it was romantic because Henry was ancient, and Wyatt’s mother was much younger. But Uncle Henry was devoted to Wyatt's mother, and he’d chase away trouble whenever it found Wyatt and his mother. Seeing him standing there now could only mean it had found Wyatt again.

The headmaster excused himself and left Wyatt and Henry alone. Henry gestured to the couch. “Come, sit with me.” “Is everything alright? Where’s my mother?”

The muffled ringing in Wyatt's ears drowned whatever Henry said after “she loved you very much.” The words didn’t matter. Wyatt knew what they meant.

Wyatt Roan was 15 years old when his mother died.

Wyatt left the headmaster’s office in tears and ran towards the woods behind the school so no one would see him cry. He didn’t see the shadow that followed him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Wyatt spun around, his fists raised in anger. Charlie gently wrapped his hands around Wyatt’s wrists and pulled him close as Wyatt sobbed against his chest. They held each other until Wyatt stopped crying and was able to tell Charlie what had happened.

“My roommate’s gone home for Christmas,” Charlie said. “Why don't you stay in my room tonight? We can talk, or not.”

After Wyatt got permission from his dorm parent, he grabbed his pajamas and dopp kit and followed Charlie to his dorm.

Charlie reached behind some books and pulled out a flask. “You can't tell anybody about this, okay?” He took a swig and then handed it to Wyatt. Wyatt nodded and brought the flask to his mouth, worshipfully touching his lips where Charlie’s had been. They sat together, getting slightly drunk until it was late. Wyatt brushed his teeth and climbed into the bed nearest Charlie’s. In the darkness, Wyatt buried his face in the pillow so Charlie couldn’t hear him crying. Wyatt felt the blanket being lifted and Charlie’s arm coming around him, pulling him against his warm body.

The sun was just coming up when Wyatt opened his eyes. When he turned on his side, Charlie was watching him, his mouth close enough that Wyatt could feel Charlie’s breath against his lips. Charlie’s fingers traced the tracks left by Wyatt’s tears, then he tenderly pressed his lips to Wyatt’s, parting them gently with his tongue.

One of Charlie’s hands moved down Wyatt's back and under the waistband of Wyatt’s pajamas. “Take these off.”Wyatt lifted his hips and pushed his pajamas down, kicking them off. Charlie pressed his naked body against Wyatt, kissing him passionately.

Wyatt broke the kiss, stammering, “I...I’ve never done this.”

“We can stop. Do you want to stop?”

“No. But I don't know what to do.” Wyatt’s cock was hard with arousal.

“I do.” Charlie lay Wyatt on his back and slowly moved his hand to Wyatt's chest, brushing his thumb against Wyatt’s nipples. “Don't be scared.” Charlie threw back the blanket and drew his fingers down Wyatt’s soft belly, swirling the precum dripping from Wyatt's cock between his fingers.

“Fuck! That’s... Wow! You’re a big boy,” Charlie said admiringly, wrapping his hand around Wyatt’s cock. “Oh. Is that bad?” Wyatt asked, sounding apologetic.
“No. It’s the biggest boner I’ve ever seen.”
“How many boners have you seen?”

Charlie settled between Wyatt’s legs and took Wyatt’s cock in his mouth without answering.

Wyatt had masturbated with a few boys at the other schools, but this was his first time getting his dick sucked. He was intimidated by Charlie’s obvious experience and embarrassed by his own lack of it.

“Charlie? Could we maybe just jerk each other off?”
“Sure,” Charlie said and sat back on his heels. “I understand. The first time is a lot.”

Wyatt hadn’t seen Charlie naked until now. His body was thin but muscular. His chest was smooth and sculpted with small, slightly raised nipples. His stomach was firm with a well-defined six-pack and a trail of dark, fine hair that led to trimmed pubes and a penis that looked impossibly hard above his hairless scrotum.

“I manscape,” Charlie boasted as he crawled next to Wyatt. He spat on his hand and wrapped it around Wyatt’s cock, then he told Wyatt to do the same. The feel of Charlie’s hard cock in his hand was unbearably arousing, and when Charlie’s hand closed around Wyatt’s erection, Wyatt nearly came. They stroked each other slowly at first. Wyatt's pulse throbbed in his cock as it grew more rigid in Charlie's hand.

Charlie slid his tongue into Wyatt’s mouth, longing to taste him again. Wyatt moaned into Charlie’s mouth, “I’m gonna come.” His hips lifted off the bed as his cock erupted, with the first spurt hitting Charlie’s cheek and another, then another landing on his own neck and chest.

“Me too. Fuuuck!” Charlie frantically bucked into Wyatt’s hand. Hot volleys of cum burst out of his cock, landingonWyatt's belly and dribbling down his hand. Charlie ran his fingers through the puddle of his cum on Wyatt's belly. “Open your mouth.” He put his fingers into Wyatt's mouth and fed it to him. Then he licked Wyatt’s chest and brought his mouth to Wyatt’s, pushing the cum into his mouth. Wyatt naively mistook Charlie’s playful communion to be something that was romantically bonding them together.

Charlie spoke with the headmaster the next day. Using the excuse of Wyatt’s grief and because he was the head boy, the headmaster gave Charlie permission to let Wyatt stay in his room until Charlie’s roommates returned after the Christmas holiday.

Charlie patiently rid Wyatt of his inhibitions that week. They explored each other’s bodies with their fingers and mouths every night. On Christmas Eve, while they were passionately twisted together, Charlie said, “I want you to fuck me.”

Charlie pushed his fingers into Wyatt’s mouth, then he spread his legs wide and told Wyatt to slowly work his wet fingers into his ass. “You won’t hurt me.” Wyatt pushed a finger into his ass. “You don't need to be so gentle.” Wyatt drove a second finger in and then a third. Charlie started moaning loudly. “FUCK! Yes, just like that.”

Charlie unwrapped a condom and showed Wyatt how to roll it on his hard cock. Then he lay on his back and handed Wyatt a bottle of lube, telling him to get his cock wet with it. Charlie spread his legs open so Wyatt could get between them, then he raised his legs onto Wyatt’s shoulders and told him to push his cock in slowly.

“FUCK. You’re so deep.” Charlie’s hands gripped Wyatt’s hips to fuck himself on Wyatt’s cock. He was teaching Wyatt how to fuck him, but to Wyatt, it felt like he was learning how to love Charlie. Wyatt didn’t have the endurance to fuck for very long, and he yelled Charlie’s name when he came. One of Charlie’s hands was around the back of Wyatt’s neck while he stroked his cock with his other hand. He pulled Wyatt in and kissed him as his release erupted between their bodies.

A few days after Christmas, Charlie told Wyatt to meet him outside one of the older dorms that sat half-empty. Charlie had discovered a room at the back of the building, on the far end of a mostly unoccupied floor. They had to be careful, but they found ways to sneak out of their dorms at night and meet in that secret room.

As the weeks passed, Wyatt wondered what would happen after Charlie graduated. Every time he asked Charlie about it, Charlie would say, “We'll figure it out.” Wyatt wanted to tell Charlie that he loved him because he did. But he’d never said those words to anyone, not even to his mother, so he was afraid to say it. But for now, they were as inseparable as they could be without anyone suspecting. It wasn’t until Charlie returned from the Spring break that Wyatt began to sense him pulling away. He knew that Charlie was busy studying for his final exams, so Wyatt told himself that was the reason.

A few weeks before the end of the school year, Wyatt was lying in bed, unable to sleep, when he realized he’d left his jacket in their secret room the night before. He threw on his sweats and snuck out of the dorm. When he came around the corner of the old dorm, he saw a faint light coming from the room, and he worried they might have left the small desk lamp on. None of the dorm rooms had locks, so he could get in, grab his jacket, and turn the light off before anyone discovered it. He snuck up the back stairs to the room and opened the door. The smell hit him first. The stifling stink of sex and sweat. Charlie was on all fours, whimpering and begging to be fucked harder. He was facing the door, but his head was bowed, so he didn’t see Wyatt at first. Wyatt didn't know the other boy, but he'd seen him hanging around Charlie recently. The boy’s hands were digging into Charlie’s hips, holding him still while he rammed his cock into Charlie’s ass. The boy glared at Wyatt, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Charlie’s head shot up when the boy’s hand came down hard on Charlie’s ass.

Wyatt staggered backward, tears streaming down his cheeks. He gently closed the door and ran down the hall to the stairs.

“No no no no! Fuck!” Charlie scrambled to his feet and pulled on his pants, running barefoot down the stairs. “Wyatt! Stop. WYATT! Please!” He grabbed Wyatt's shoulder when he caught up with him, “Wyatt, wait!”

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Wyatt spun around and smacked Charlie’s hand away. “I’m sorry, Wyatt. You weren’t supposed to see that. I didn’t-”
“Stop talking!” He pushed Charlie away. “Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone.” Back in his room, Wyatt sobbed from the crushing pain of having his heart broken.

Chapter Two : Hidden Truths

10 Years Later

** WYATT **

I hoped life would get easier when Sam and I moved to Chicago three months ago. Between my salary as a public defender and Sam’s unpredictable earnings as a personal trainer, we were barely making ends meet when we were living in Brooklyn. So, being asked to join one of Chicago’s most prestigious law firms was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. It wasn’t until I walked into the office on my first day that I realized the “Dunner” in Bates, Dunner & Tobin was the father of my best friend from college. So, I didn’t believe it was the “coincidence" that Cody said it was. Cody Dunner is, or I should say was, my best friend. He’s also an arrogant, deceitful, manipulative dick.

I’ve been doing my best to make a good impression, which means carrying a heavy caseload and working long days. By the time I get home, I’m too tired to do anything except shower and fall asleep watching TV. My husband, Sam, has been understanding, but I know he feels neglected and abandoned. We haven’t been here long enough to make friends.

Sam was 21 when we started dating. He was painfully handsome, tall, athletic, and well-built with a perpetually disheveled mop of hair. I was five years older, but that wasn’t the only difference between us. Sam hadn’t been out for very long when we met, and I’d already fucked just about every guy I knew. We dated for a year before moving in together, and two years later, we got married.

I’d been working late every night this past week, so Sam was usually asleep by the time I got home. I left the house every morning, promising him I’d try to get home early, and today, I was keeping my promise. I wanted to surprise him, so I didn’t call to let him know that I was taking the afternoon off.

When I walked in, the house was quiet. I hadn’t bothered to see if Sam’s bike was in the garage, so I figured he must have gone out. Tonight was going to be all about Sam. I’d make up for all the dinners I missed. I’d open a bottle of wine and grill some steaks. Then I’d take Sam to bed, and we’d fuck ourselves to sleep. If I hurried before he got home, I’d have time to take a shower. When I reached the top of the stairs, I heard voices coming from our bedroom. The door was ajar, so I pushed it open as quietly as I could. The bed was a mess of crumpled sheets, and the room smelled of sex. The bathroom door was closed, and the shower was running. That’s when I heard them.

“Fuuuuck. Shit, Sam. Spread those fat ass cheeks apart for me. That’s it, baby. Your pretty hole is drooling for my cock.”

No. Sam wouldn’t cheat. I could hear the moans and sloppy wet noises from my husband getting rimmed. Sam’s needy begging wrecked me.

“Stop! Wait. Stop. Did you hear something?”

“All I heard was you begging me to...”

“Shhh. Hello?”

Sam must have heard me because he turned off the shower.

“Hello? Is somebody there? Wyatt?”

“There’s nobody there, Sam. C’mere.”

“Wyatt will be home pretty soon.” That was Sam’s voice. 

“Then let’s go to my place.”

“What about your roommate?”

“Don’t worry. He won't tell anybody.”

“No. You should go, Hunt.” “Suck me off. Then I’ll go.”

A knot of emotions soured in my gut. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I backed out of the bedroom and took off down the stairs. I got back in my car and drove away. I had to get out of there. I never thought Sam would cheat on me.

** SAM **

Wyatt never came home this late, but it was nearly ten thirty. I called his phone twice, but it went straight to voicemail. I left a light on downstairs and went to bed. It was almost midnight when I heard him come in. Wyatt always kissed me when he came to bed, but when I reached for him, he pulled away. He must have had a bad day at the office.

It was still dark outside when I woke up to take a piss. Wyatt wasn’t in bed, so I threw on a pair of boxers and went downstairs. Other than a light coming from the kitchen, Wyatt was sitting in the dark, holding an empty glass. A half-empty bottle of scotch was on the coffee table.

“Wyatt? Are you alright?” He had a faraway look when he turned to face me. “Wyatt?”

“I came home early from work today.”

This can't be happening. Why did I do this to him, to us? Now I’m going to lose him. I balled my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. "Can we talk? Please?"

“Don’t you dare fucking cry, Sam.” Wyatt got up from where he was sitting and carried the empty glass to the kitchen sink. I started to follow him, but he turned and said, “We shouldn’t talk about it right now. I’m tired, and I need to think. I’m going to lie down in the guest room for a couple of hours before I go to work.”

“Wyatt? Please?”

"No. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”

He stopped at the foot of the stairs. “We’ll be okay.” It sounded like he was talking to himself.

** WYATT **

I left the house before Sam woke up. There was a way for us to move beyond this, but I needed to be sure of it before we talked.

Cody walked by my office several times before he poked his head in and asked me if I was okay. I wasn’t sure if I trusted him enough to tell him Sam was cheating, but Cody and I had history, and I knew he still cared about me in his own way. If I were being honest with myself, I still cared about him, too. So, I told him as much as I wanted him to know, leaving out most of the graphic details about what I heard. I admitted that this wasn’t the first time. Sam had hooked up with a neighbor a couple of times when we lived in Brooklyn, but I never confronted him about it. “I don’t know what to do. It’s my fault for neglecting him.”

“Don’t tell yourself that. Look, I’m the last person you should ask for relationship advice. I know you have to be honest with each other and decide together what's best. Even if it's not what you want. And it might not be. I know you, Wyatt, better than you care to admit. I'm kinda surprised you and Sam aren't open. You were fucking a different dude every week when we were at Columbia, including me. It doesn’t sound like being monogamous is working out for you two. Sam cheated. It makes no difference why. Take him away for the weekend and talk to him.”

** SAM **

I canceled both clients who were scheduled to train with me today. Then I called Hunter and told him whatever was between us was over. He didn't take it very well and said, “No, it isn't.” So, I hung up on him. I kept myself busy doing nothing, pacing, and worrying. I went to the market and bought groceries we didn’t need. I kept thinking about what I’d done. The one thing I never wanted was to hurt Wyatt. I kept hearing him say that we’d be okay. But there was no way we could ever be the same because I cheated and lied, and I let Hunt fuck me in our bed.

I was just about to get in the shower when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number and almost didn’t answer it because I thought it might be Hunt. It was someone from Wyatt's office asking me to hold. It seemed like an eternity before someone came on the line.

“Is this Sam?” “Yes.”

“This is Cody Dunner. Please tell Wyatt I called. I tried to call him, but he’s got notifications silenced. Let him know that I booked a room at the Four Seasons starting tonight. It's under his name, and the room is paid for. You got that? ... Sam?”

"Yes. I'll let him know."

When Wyatt walked in through the back door, I told him I’d leave. “I’ll go upstairs and pack some things. I can come back tomorrow and get the rest of my clothes.”

Wyatt looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

I gave him Cody’s message: “You don't need to stay in a hotel, Wyatt. I’ll figure something out.”

“The hotel is for us, Sam. I think we need to spend some time alone together. Just you and me. But not here. Go pack a few things for the weekend. You won’t need much, just something to wear if we go out to dinner.”

** SAM **

I let the gym know that I was taking a few days off, and two hours later, we were in our room on the 42nd floor overlooking Lake Michigan.

I know I need to talk to Wyatt about Hunter. I'm unsure how much I should tell him or how much he'd want to know. Wyatt never had a reason not to trust me in our three years together until now.

I met Wyatt during my last year at Columbia. I hadn't officially come out yet, and I'd only slept with a handful of guys. After one of my buddies introduced us, Wyatt asked me out, and I went home with him that night. I’d only been fucked once by a guy who just shoved it in and went to town. So, when Wyatt said he wanted to fuck me, I said, “No.” I found out that Wyatt doesn't do ‘No’ very well that night. But he was gentle and took time to get me ready. He made me come twice without touching myself while he fucked me the first time. Wyatt told me he preferred to top, but he let me fuck him that night. When I felt his cock start to push into me the next morning, I knew I wanted more of him. After a month of dating, I was ready to be exclusive, but he wasn’t. He told me that I needed to date other people and experience more. It was nearly a year before he asked me out again.

Given the chance, most of the guys we knew when we lived in Brooklyn would have dropped their trousers and bent over for Wyatt. He turned heads wherever we went. I used to tease him about looking like Superman. His piercing blue eyes and dark, wavy hair were not his only attributes. Wyatt says his cock is 6 inches hard, but I say it’s more like 8. It's thick and cut and hangs over his large, heavy balls. I've never seen a cock that compares with Wyatt's. Except Hunt’s.

“I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I was going to tell you. It won’t ever happen again. It's over. I’m so sorry, Wyatt.” I expected him to be angry when he turned to look at me.

“We’re not going to talk about it tonight. It can wait until tomorrow.”

Wyatt lifted my t-shirt over my head and undressed me before he stripped off his own clothes and stood in nothing but his briefs, his hard cock straining against the fabric. I got on my knees, hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, and eased them down.

** WYATT **

Sam's on his knees, gazing up at me with my dick in his mouth like it’s a penance and a promise of... what? Never cheating again? We need to talk, but not tonight. We need to close the distance I put between us last night.

I took him in my arms and pulled us together. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as I lay him on the bed. Kneeling between his legs, I pulled his ass to the edge of the bed and nuzzled my nose into his crotch, and tugged on his balls. He was moaning like this when I caught him in the shower, begging to get fucked. I pushed his knees back to his chest and pulled his cheeks apart, inhaling the musky scent of his ass. He told me to stop and tried to back away, warning me he hadn't taken a shower, but I held onto his hips and pulled him back, burrowing my tongue deep in his hole.

** SAM **

Wyatt pushed my knees to my chest and buried his face in my ass. I hadn't showered, but that didn’t stop him. "I need you inside me," I said, and held my legs so he could open me up wider.

He yanked me off the bed, grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and drizzled it on his cock. Then he pushed me to the wall, pressing his chest against my back. He grabbed my hair and turned my head, pulling my mouth to his. I reached down and guided his fat cock into my ass. He pounded into me mercilessly, pulling out and then ramming it in repeatedly. His clenched fists pounded the wall.

** WYATT **

“Who is he, Sam?” All my jealousy, distrust, and hurt heaved like bile in my throat. “Does he fuck you like this? Tell me!” I pressed Sam to the wall and held him against me, pistoning in and out of his ass. “Is his dick bigger than mine?” The harder I fucked Sam, only made him whine for more. He gripped my hand and pressed it against his abs, moving it up to his chest, then his neck, pleading with me not to leave him. I took hold of his throat, not enough to choke him, but just enough for him to understand the consequences of his actions. He started stroking his cock, but I pushed his hand away and pinned his hands above his head.

** SAM **

Wyatt led me back to the bed, his cock still lodged in my ass, and pushed me down on all fours. He pounded me mercilessly, roaring as he finally unloaded in my hole. I could feel the sweat dripping off his face onto my back.

“I’m not done.” He told me to roll over.

He straddled me and poured a copious amount of lube into his hand. Then he pulled his ass cheeks apart and lowered himself onto my cock. He let out a hissing moan at the intrusion as he sank down on it until his heavy balls nestled against me.

“Does he let you fuck him?” Tears and sweat trickled down his face and chest onto my belly as he rode my cock. I couldn’t hold off very long before my cock erupted in his ass. Wyatt threw his head back and grunted, his second load shooting all over my chest and face.

Wyatt collapsed on the bed next to me. “I'm sorry. That was too much.” He said, hiding his face under his hands.

I rolled on my side and lay my arm across his chest. “I wanted it.” I nuzzled my nose against his chest and fell asleep, breathing the intoxicating odor from beneath his arm.

** WYATT **

Sam was still asleep when I woke up the next morning. I lay there watching the rise and fall of his chest, watching the way his morning erection twitched up and down beneath the sheets. He was dreaming. I carefully pulled the sheets down and closed my hand around his hard cock. He began to moan, so I knew he was awake.

** SAM **

I woke up thinking about Hunter. No. Wyatt. It was Wyatt stroking my cock. It feels wrong to dream about Hunter, to think about him, and still want him. He’s like a drug. It's wrong to miss his hands digging into my hips, feeling his cock move into me, craving the taste of his cum. Hunter fucked me like he owned me. Like I was his. Was I his?

Wyatt used his other hand to grip my wrists tightly and press my hands above my head.

Wyatt’s erection pressing against my leg reminded me that he was beside me; he was my lover. Not Hunter. Wyatt tightened his grip around my cock and edged me relentlessly, even though I kept begging him to let me come. When I felt the heat of his mouth on my cock, I couldn’t hold it any longer.

** WYATT **

I could tell it excited him by the way he was squirming and moaning, begging me to let him come, thrusting his hips up, fucking into my fist. Precum dripped off the head of his rigid cock. I licked it off his belly and took him in my mouth. When I finally let him come, I gulped down a mouthful, then another, and licked the rest off my lips.

Sam followed me into the shower, and we took turns washing each other, moving our tangled hands and fingers over our bodies. I needed to come. Sam knelt between my legs and took me into his mouth. He looked up at me as he sucked my cock and licked my balls. His eyes told me what I needed to be sure of. I was his, and he was mine. I would share him with Hunter if that’s what he wanted. I grabbed hold of his hair and fucked his mouth, forcing my cock to the back of his throat, filling his belly with my cum.

** SAM **

We toweled each other dry and wrapped ourselves in the hotel’s plush robes just as room service knocked on our door, delivering plates of bacon and eggs, fresh fruit, croissants, and coffee that Wyatt had ordered. After we ate, I hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and asked Wyatt to sit. He started to say something, but I stopped him. We were having this conversation because of what I did, and I needed to say something to him first.

“I know I’ve lost your trust, but I hope I haven't lost more than that. I didn’t go looking for it, Wyatt. It just happened, but I didn’t want it to stop. Ever since we moved to Chicago, it seemed like you cared about work more than you cared about me. It felt like you were drifting away. We stopped having fun together. Our sex life was shit. I wasn't sure if I even mattered to you anymore. You were turning into someone I didn’t like. So, when Hunt-

“That's his name? Hunt?” He asked.

“Hunter. We met at the gym.”

** WYATT **

I was “turning into someone he didn’t like.” Fuck! That was hard to hear. I didn’t want to say or ask anything to push him further away or into Hunter’s arms.

“When did it start?”

“Six weeks ago, when you were in London,” he said. “I thought it would be a one-time thing, but it turned into more than that.”

“More? Are you in love with him?”

“I don't know what it is. It's not nothing.” Sam answered apologetically. “I know that hurts to hear.”

“I don't think you can have that kind of a relationship without feelings. Hunter or no Hunter, it’s time for us to talk about having an open relationship.”

“Are you serious, Wyatt?”

“You’re the love of my life, Sam. You’re my husband, “to have and to hold.” I know I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m so sorry. I will do my best to never let you feel unloved or abandoned again. But I need to succeed at the firm and make myself indispensable to them because it’s the best way to secure the life I want for us. And now, to make matters worse, they want me to spend more time in the London office. I can’t deny you the feeling of being wanted and desired. You're a 26-year-old Adonis, and there are a lot of guys out there who would love to get in bed with you.”

** SAM **

I couldn’t believe Wyatt was seriously suggesting we have an open relationship. “Are you telling me that I can fuck somebody else just so you don't have to? Have you already been fucking somebody? Is there somebody in London? Is that why you want to be there?”

Wyatt bristled when I asked him if he'd been fucking somebody. He assured me he hadn't and insisted that asking me for an open relationship had nothing to do with London. He said all he ever wanted was to give me everything, but after he heard me with Hunt that day in the shower, he said we had to stop pretending to be monogamous.

It scared me to know what I did that led to this. I hooked up a couple of times when we lived in Brooklyn, but I didn’t think Wyatt knew. I asked Wyatt if he thought it was too late to fix us.

“We're not broken,” he said, “I don't know what this open relationship will look like. Maybe we find a third. Maybe it’s casual hookups. But no more cheating.”

I know Wyatt didn’t mean to sound cruel when he said, “My gut tells me you would have hooked up with Hunter even if I were around more. If we’re going to be open, I don’t want either of us to look the other way. So, we need to communicate. We need to respect each other's needs and desires. We need clear boundaries, and we both have to want this. We need to be honest, no matter what, because there’s never a good reason to lie.”

** WYATT **

I hoped any barrier in the way of being completely honest with each other would disappear if he knew that we were okay. The truth was, we stopped being monogamous before we left Brooklyn, when he hooked up with one of our neighbors. Sam wasn’t aware that I knew, and maybe there were others that I didn’t know about. Our relationship had already changed before he and Hunter started fucking.

We spent most of the day talking and only making promises that we knew we could keep. We promised to always put each other first, before anything or anyone. I asked him to promise me that if he ever chose someone over me, he would tell me and not string me along. We talked about taking a trip together and adopting a dog. We promised to go out more, have fun, and make friends. Sam didn’t want to talk about Hunter. I think he was afraid he’d open the wound back up.

Sam leaned in, kissed me, and asked if there was anything else I wanted to know. I pulled him into my arms and told him we still had more to talk about and decisions we needed to make together. “But all I want to do right now is go back to bed and make love to you.”

The following week, we both got tested and went on PrEP.

Chapter Three : Greedy

** WYATT *

We always slept in on the weekends. It was our time to curl up together, make love, then fall back asleep. But this morning, I was wide awake thinking about everything that had happened since the day I found Sam and Hunter in the shower.

I wanted to let Sam sleep, so I was carefully untangling myself from under his arms and legs when my phone rang. I jumped out of bed and took my phone into the hall, hoping not to wake Sam. “Hello?”

Sam was awake and yawning when I came back to bed. “Who was that?”

“Cody.”

“What did he want? Don't tell me you need to go into the office.”

“No. He invited us out tonight. He and some friends are going to Libertine, and he invited us to join them. He says he wants to kiss and make up, whatever that means. And he wants to meet you.”

Sam pulled down the covers, inviting me to get back in bed. “That's good, right? I didn't think you were friends anymore.”

“We’re not.”

Cody Dunner was brutally good-looking and obnoxiously wealthy, with a cocky self-confidence that overcompensated for having a small dick. He drove expensive cars and threw extravagant parties in his 3,000-square-foot condo in The Fordham. He and I attended law school together. We were close then, but his constant one-upmanship soured our friendship. By the time he turned 29, Cody had already become the managing partner at his father’s law firm. He was determined and ruthless. He could pull the rug out from under you before you realized it was gone. As long as I’ve known him, Cody’s had everything anyone could want, but it never stopped him from wanting more.

Libertine was an old burlesque theater converted into a private club with a large dance floor, four bars, and an infamous balcony. When Sam and I walked in, Cody was waiting at the bar with two of his friends, Ari and Jace. He introduced us and ordered a round of shots. After downing a second shot, Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.

In the middle of Tate McRae's ‘Greedy', Cody suggested we move to the balcony. I’d only been to the club once, but I’d heard that the balcony was notorious for all the things you couldn't do on the dance floor, mainly sex and drugs. Cody and his buddy Jace led the way and found a place for us to chill.

I looked at my watch. It wasn’t even ten-thirty, but I said it was getting late and we should be going. Cody insisted that Sam and I should stay. “Jace, why don’t you and Sam get us another round. Tell them to put it on my tab.”

Cody scooted close to me and casually let his hand rest on my thigh. “I'm glad you came. I want us to be friends again, and I want to get to know Sam. I know I’ve been pushing you too hard at work, but you need to understand that the firm needs a guy like you, and I need someone to rely on. Someone capable and willing to be... interchangeable with me. You can deny it all you want, Wyatt, but we’re a lot alike. The difference between us is that you only wound your prey. If we both play our cards right, you’ll be a Partner by Christmas, and we’ll both get what we want.”

Wyatt was unsure what this conversation was really about. “What is it you want?”

Cody glanced toward Jace and Sam, who were standing at the bar. “You're a lucky man. I admit I like stealing everyone's attention when I walk into a room, but the two of you are... stiff competition. Did you and Sam ever have that talk about an open relationship?”

“Yes, but we haven't tested the water yet. You didn't answer my question, Cody.”

** SAM **

While we waited at the bar, I asked Jace if he and Cody were boyfriends.
“Cody and I are... friends with benefits,” he said. “So, what’s the story with you and Wyatt? Do you fuck other people?”

“What?”

“Are you monogamous?” Jace asked again.

“We’re... figuring that out.”

“Oh yeah?” Jace took hold of my arm and turned me to face him. He reached down and squeezed my junk. “I could help you with that.”

** SAM **

This was the first time anyone had asked since Wyatt and I agreed to have an open relationship. Hunt knew I had a husband, but he never asked if we were monogamous, and I never told him. My answer wouldn’t have made any difference. Jace was hot, and in another life, I might have gone home with him.

** WYATT **

I saw Cody reach into his pocket as soon as Sam and Jace returned. “Open your mouth. Daddy’s got candy,” he says to Sam. He popped something into Sam’s mouth at the same time a round of shots appeared out of nowhere. “Bottoms up.”

“What did you just give him?”

Cody rubbed my arm as if I were a petulant child and said, “Don't worry. It's just a hit of molly. There’s one for you, too.” He handed me a little green pill and said, “You’d better take it. You don’t want your boy flying solo, do you?”

“You should have asked us before you did that.” I chased the molly down with tequila and stormed off, saying I’d be right back. I went outside to cool off and considered sticking my fingers down my throat to throw up. But as soon as the molly began to kick in, I needed to be with Sam. I took the stairs two at a time up to the balcony and saw Sam talking to Ari. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into the shadows. Sam closed his eyes and lay his head back on my shoulder.

** SAM **

The balcony was dark when I opened my eyes and saw Ari watching us. My eyes made their way down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Jace said Ari had a huge cock. I was so horny from the molly that I would have gotten down on my knees and pulled Ari’s cock out then and there if other people weren’t around.

** WYATT **

Sam and I went back downstairs, and I left him at the bar while I went to take a piss, but when I came back, Sam wasn’t where I had left him. I spotted him wedged between Jace and Ari with their shirts off. I pushed through the crowd of sweaty bodies and found Sam. “You having fun, baby?” Sam nodded and pulled my t-shirt off. I closed my eyes when Sam pulled me into his embrace and told me how much he loved me.

We were all dancing with each other when Jace asked, “Is this okay?” Jace had a hand halfway down the front of Sam’s jeans, so I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or asking Sam whose mouth was curled into a dreamy smile. I told Jace that it didn’t look like Sam minded, so neither did I.

“We're going to the bar to get some water,” Jace yelled over the music and pantomimed pouring a bottle into his mouth.

** SAM **

“Come with me.” Jace led me up the stairs to the balcony.

“I thought we were getting water.”

“We are. We're going to the bar up here... eventually.” Jace pulled me to a dark corner and got on his knees.

I gripped Jace’s arms to pull him up. “Whoa. We’re not doing this.” But Jace already had my jeans open, pressing his mouth to my cock under my briefs. He pulled them down along with my pants. He slid my foreskin back to lick the precum drizzling from my piss hole, then sucked my cock into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat. I could have stopped him, but he looked so hot with a mouthful of my cock. So, I grabbed his hair with both hands and face fucked him until he gagged and choked. He looked up at me with tears and spit running down his face, then he pulled off my cock long enough to wet his fingers. He reached under my balls to get to my ass and worked my hole open with a wet finger, then two. When I warned him that he was gonna make me come, he moaned around my cock and said, “In my mouth.” So, I gripped his head and thrust my cock down his throat. What he couldn’t swallow ran down his chin.

He stood up and wiped the cum off his chin with the back of his hand, then licked it off. “They don't need to know about this,” he said.

** WYATT **

When Sam and Jace didn’t come back, I worried something might have happened, so I went looking for them. The last place I checked was the balcony. I looked around, and when I couldn't find them, I turned to head back down to the dance floor. Then I saw them. They were barely hidden in the shadows. Jace was on his knees, his lips wrapped around my husband’s cock. I should have been jealous, but it excited me. Sam was beautiful with his head thrown back, his cock in another man’s mouth. I stood close enough that I could see the knot of muscles at the side of Jace’s jaw pulsing as he swallowed Sam’s cum. I turned before they could see me and went down the stairs.

** SAM **

Jace and I weaved through the tangled mass of sweating men and spotted Cody dancing with Ari. I shouted to Cody over the music, “Where did Wyatt go?”

“I think he went looking for you.”

I looked around, searching for Wyatt, and found him leaning against the bar, talking to a cute twink who was flirtatiously pawing at Wyatt’s naked chest. Wyatt nodded when he saw me, and then he turned back to the twink. I walked over to where they were standing and glared at the kid, scaring him away.

Wyatt turned around to look at me with an unapologetic grin. “Jealous?”

As soon as we walked out onto the dance floor, we hid in the sea of shirtless men. I turned so that my back was pressed against Wyatt’s chest. I reached between us and felt his stiff cock straining against my hand. Wyatt wrapped his arms around me and pushed his cock against my hand. His hot breath was on my neck as he whispered, “It’s been hard ever since I watched you and Jace in the balcony.” He turned my face to his and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, saying all that needed to be said for now.

** WYATT **

I hadn’t seen Ari in a while, so I figured he must have left. But there he was, leaning against a wall, watching us like a hawk in heat. I undid the top button of Sam’s jeans, opening them enough to slip my hand in, and nodded for Ari and Jace to dance with us.

Ari’s muscled arm curled tightly around my waist and pulled me away from Sam. His other hand moved down my stomach and gripped my belt buckle. He started grinding his enormous and very hard cock against my ass. Ari pressed his nose to my ear and said, “Come home with me. I want you and Sam in my bed.”

** SAM **

I recognized the tattoo on Hunt’s arm before I saw his face. He didn’t take his eyes off me while he cupped his hand to Jace’s ear.

I looked around for Wyatt and saw him pressed up against Ari. I pushed my way through the crowd until I was in front of him. “We need to go.” Wyatt must have thought I was upset about seeing him with Ari because he nearly pushed Ari on his ass, untangling himself.

“I want to leave.” I grabbed Wyatt’s hand and pulled him towards the exit. He dug all 180 pounds of himself into the floor and stopped me.

“What's wrong?” Wyatt looked concerned.

“I want to leave NOW!”

** WYATT **

Sam looked frantic. He looked over his shoulder like he was being chased. “You need to tell me what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Once he convinced me he wasn't sick, I persuaded him to go up to the balcony with me to talk. I didn’t want to leave the club if someone had done something to him because if they had, I needed to handle that before we left.

“Hunter’s here.”

“Okay.” Did he do something to upset you?”

** SAM **

I was irritated that Wyatt seemed unconcerned, but he made me sit down and drink a bottle of water. He said he needed to take a piss and told me to wait there. He’d been gone a while, so I was just about to go looking for him when I saw him coming up the stairs... with Hunt.

** WYATT **

This was inevitable. Sam told me he saw Hunter dancing with Jace. I had a gut feeling that Hunter might be here tonight. So, after I left Sam in the balcony, I looked for Jace and found him dancing with a guy I hadn’t seen earlier. Jace must have told him who I was because Hunter turned around, looking like he was ready for a fight. I raised my hands in surrender and asked if I could speak to him privately.

I understood why Sam never told me what Hunter looked like. Even in the club lighting, I could see he was a lot hotter than I had pictured him. He was slightly taller than Sam, lean but well-built. His shirt was open, revealing a smooth chest and noticeable abs. His eyes, when I was close enough to see them, were as dark as his pitch-black hair.

He followed me to the bar so we could talk. He was kind of an asshole when I asked him if he cared about Sam or if Sam was just a convenient hookup., I believed him when he told me he didn’t mean to upset Sam and that he cared a lot about him. He agreed to follow me up to the balcony so the three of us could talk. When Sam saw us, he stood up, looking like he wanted to bolt, but when I explained that I had asked Hunter to join us, he sat back down.

I found out that Sam never told Hunter about that day I came home early and walked in on them. Now that he knew, Hunter seemed embarrassed and said he was sorry. He said he knew Sam was married, but they never talked about me.

“I figured you had a 'don't ask, don't tell' arrangement,” he says. “But if I’m being honest, even if I’d known that you didn’t, it probably wouldn't have stopped me from taking Sam to bed.”

That was hard to hear, and Sam wasn’t denying it. If I wasn’t sure of it before, I was now. Sam and Hunter were more than fuck buddies.

Hunter asked, “So what now?” I said I wanted what Sam wanted, but all Sam said was, “I don't know. I don't want to hurt anybody.” When Hunter stood up to leave, he told me he was glad we met and hugged me. He told Sam he was happy to see him, then kissed him in a way that should have bothered me, but it didn’t. I wondered how Hunter fit into our future.

** SAM**

I leapt to my feet when I saw Hunt walking up the stairs behind Wyatt. I felt ambushed. If there had been an exit door, I would have used it. What was Wyatt trying to do? I thought we had moved past this, and I already told him it was over. When they reached the top of the stairs, Wyatt told Hunt to wait there.

Wyatt found a private corner that wasn’t occupied by guys making out and asked me to sit down. “Don't be mad,” he says. “We both know you left things unfinished, and we promised we’d be honest and trust each other if we're going to be open. I know you told him it was over, but I don’t think it is. So, the three of us are gonna have a talk.” Wyatt called Hunt over and asked him to sit.

Hunt admitted that he had feelings for me. It couldn’t have been easy for Wyatt to hear some of the things Hunt and I said. There were empty minutes when the three of us just watched each other, waiting for one of us to say something. I was grateful for the absence of anger or tears.

When Hunt stood up to leave, he hugged Wyatt and thanked him. His eyes searched Wyatt’s before he put his hand on the back of my head and pressed his forehead to mine. I could feel Hunt’s breath on my lips. I should have pulled away. He was waiting to see if I would. But when I didn’t, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth like it belonged there.

He turned around and said, “See ya.” Then he was gone.

It was late, so we decided to leave the club. As we were walking to our car, Wyatt spotted the twink he’d been talking to earlier across the street.

** WYATT **

The cute guy who hit on me in the club was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands. “We should make sure he’s okay.”

"I'm sure he’s fine, Wyatt. He’s probably waiting for his mom to pick up.”

“C’mon, Sam. That doesn't sound like you. He’s by himself, and this isn’t a good neighborhood. We should go check on him.” As we got closer, it looked like he’d been crying.

“Connor. Right? Are you okay?”

“The friend I came with left without me, and he’s not answering his phone.”

When I offered to call an Uber to take him home, he said he went to Northwestern and couldn’t afford to take an Uber.

“Evanston is like 20 miles away. Besides, my friend should be calling me back pretty soon.”

I told him it wasn’t safe to be out on these streets so late. “We don't live too far from here. You can wait at our house until he calls. This is my husband, Sam, and I’m-”

“Wyatt. You told me when we were at the club. Remember?”

Connor’s friend called just as we were walking into the house. Sam and I went into the kitchen to give him some privacy, but I couldn’t help overhearing.

“Where are you?” ...

“What am I supposed to do until then?” ...

“No. I'm not at the club anymore.” ...

“Thanks, asshole!”

When Connor walked into the kitchen, I asked him what his friend said.

“He told me to find somebody to go home with and text him the address in the morning.”

I told Connor to make himself comfortable while I motioned for Sam to follow me out of the kitchen. Before I could even ask him, Sam said Connor could spend the night. Then he kissed me and said, “One night. And no, you can’t keep the puppy.”

Connor sat at the kitchen table, fidgeting with the gold chain around his neck. When I told him he could spend the night in the guest room, he grinned like a kid who’d just been told they could have ice cream.

** SAM **

I knew saying “no” to Wyatt was pointless. I couldn’t tell if he was thinking with his head or his heart, or his dick. Connor was hot in a pretty kind of way. Only slightly effeminate, he was lean and muscular with shaggy blonde hair and greenish eyes flecked with amber. A small, gold barbell pierced his right nipple. At least I had the sense to ask Connor how old he was. He said he was 22. I never imagined Wyatt being attracted to a pretty boy like Connor, but it was obvious that he was.

I showed Connor the guest room and handed him one of my T-shirts and a pair of boxers that I had never worn because they were too small for me. “You can take a shower in the bathroom at the end of the hall. There’s toothpaste and a new toothbrush in one of the drawers.”

When I went into our bedroom, Wyatt was already in the shower, so I got naked and jumped in with him. “You realize he wants you to fuck him into next week, don’t you?”

Wyatt pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.” He poured body wash into his hands and started lathering my chest, lifting my arms, pressing his lips to my neck and shoulders. He circled his tongue around my nipples, gently biting one and then the other. His fingers traced the ripples of my abs, wrapping his other hand around my cock, rolling my foreskin back. Kneeling, he kissed my cock and tenderly washed my balls. I looked down and watched the drops of water fall off the tip of my cock onto his chest. “Is this your way of priming the pump?”

“I mean it. We don’t have to do anything,” he says, standing up and giving me a way out. But I wanted to give myself over to everything that Wyatt wanted to happen tonight. I turned to face him and kissed him more passionately than I had in a long time. “I can’t believe we’re about to have our first three-way with somebody who looks like the kid from ‘Call Me by Your Name’.”

** CONNOR **

I nervously stepped out of the bathroom and heard Sam tell Wyatt he was going downstairs to lock up. Wyatt called my name when he heard me fidgeting in the hall. I stood outside the door to their bedroom and told him I’d wait until Sam came upstairs to say “goodnight.” Wyatt said Sam would be up in a few minutes and told me to come in. He was sitting up in bed, looking at his phone. He was even sexier than when I saw him at Libertine. His chiseled chest was covered with sparse dark hair that trailed down his lower abs and disappeared beneath the sheet that barely covered the outline of his cock resting on his thigh. He slid over and said, “C’mere.” Then he gently gripped my wrist and pulled me down on the bed next to him.

“Is this okay?” Wyatt asked, lifting the t-shirt over my head.

“Yes, but what about Sam?”

“What about me?” I didn’t hear Sam walk in until I heard the bedroom door close and felt the mattress dip under his weight.

I've only been in a couple of three-ways, and neither of them was like this. Wyatt turned my head to kiss him, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. The bed sheet covering him fell away, and I saw his cock for the first time. It was thick and veiny and darker than the rest of his body. I watched it grow and saw how big it was.

** SAM **

I wasn’t prepared for the pang of jealousy I felt watching Wyatt and Connor making out in our bed. I moved onto the bed between Connor’s legs and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Connor lifted his hips so I could pull the boxers all the way off. The hint of a happy trail led to a neatly trimmed patch of golden curls. His uncut cock wasn’t as big as Wyatt’s or Hunt’s, but it wasn’t small; maybe 6 inches and almost as thick as Wyatt's. It looked out of proportion with his slender build. It jumped and jerked when I licked away a drop of precum hanging off the tip.

Wyatt rolled onto his back and lifted Connor over him like he weighed nothing. Then, he turned him around so they could 69. Wyatt ate his ass while Connor and I licked and sucked on Wyatt’s cock and balls, kissing each other with his cock between our lips.

I wanted to let Connor have Wyatt’s cock all to himself, so I moved to sit with my back against the headboard and stroked my cock, watching them make each other moan.

** WYATT **

Connor reached back and spread his cheeks for me. It had been a long time since I rimmed anyone other than Sam. I must have spent 10 minutes just licking his pretty, pink pucker open with my tongue. When he couldn’t take anymore, I shifted to suck his smooth balls into my mouth and stroke his cock. I could tell he was close, but I didn't want him to come yet.

I felt Sam crawling up next to me. I asked him if he wanted to stop.

“No. But I need a break.” Sam leaned in close to me so only I could hear him and said, “You should have some time alone with him.” He climbed off the bed, smacked Connor’s butt, and said he’d be back.

** CONNOR **

After Sam left the bedroom, I asked Wyatt if everything was okay. He assured me it was and told me that Sam wanted Wyatt and me to have a little time to ourselves. It seemed like a good time to tell Wyatt I wanted him to fuck me.

“Easy now,” he said and slid his hands under my arms, lifting me on top of him. I bent to kiss him, but he pulled his head back. “Nuh-uh. No. Look at me.” I didn’t notice how big his hands were until he brushed his thumb against my cheek. “How old are you, really?”

I think he knew that I lied to Sam. “Nineteen.”

“Okay,” he said. “You're old enough, so we won’t tell Sam for now.” Wyatt's hand cupped the back of my neck. “No more lies.” He ran a hand through my hair, kissed me, then he guided me down to his cock. His hand stayed on my head, pressing my face into his crotch. I buried my face in his pubes and inhaled his scent. It was familiar now, and I knew he was going to give me everything I wanted from him.

“Open your mouth.” His cock throbbed between my lips as he fucked my mouth. I don't know how long it was until I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. He grunted and bucked, filling my mouth with more than I could swallow. I wiped off my chin and took him back in my mouth.

** SAM **

I stood in the doorway watching them until Connor swallowed his reward. Wyatt's loads are like his cock, thick and big, and his stamina is incredible. When we lived in Brooklyn, there were nights Wyatt would come three or four times.

** CONNOR **

When Sam came back, I climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs to face him. I drove my tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him. He lifted his arm and grabbed me by my hair, pushing my face into his armpit. He pulled my head back and stuck his fingers in my mouth, getting them wet. I moaned around his fingers, begging to get fucked. Sam teased my hole with his wet fingers and started pushing them in and out of my ass.

** WYATT **

It was hot as fuck watching Sam dominate Connor and play with his ass. When Connor saw me reach for the nightstand to grab the lube and condoms, he said, “I’m on PreP, and I get tested regularly.”

** CONNOR **

I felt Wyatt's breath on the back of my neck. He gripped my hips and pulled me off Sam's lap, pushing me down until I was on all fours. He squirted lube on his cock and slowly started to push in. "Let me do it," I told him. I pushed back, taking all of him inside me.

Sam stroked himself, watching Wyatt fuck me. He rubbed his fingers in the precum drooling down his cock, and brought it to my mouth. I nodded when he asked me if it tasted good and told him I wanted more. Wyatt heard me and pushed me down on my elbows. “You want more? There it is.” Sam gripped hold of my head and started fucking my mouth like a Fleshlight. His cock swelled harder and began pulsing, shooting his warm cum into my mouth.

Wyatt grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me off Sam’s softening cock, and leaned me back against his chest. I gripped my cock, but Wyatt slapped my hand away. I took hold of his wrist and brought his free hand to my throat. He squeezed it, but not hard enough to choke me. “Is this what you wanted, boy?” he asked.

“Yes,” I screamed and unloaded all over Sam's chest and face. Some of my cum hit the headboard. I’d never come so hard. Wyatt was savagely pounding my ass now. I reached behind me and gripped hold of his hips, feeling his swollen cock fill me.

** WYATT **

I got a wet towel and cleaned us up, then went to the kitchen and grabbed water out of the fridge. When I came back, Sam was lying on his belly with Connor cuddled next to him, rubbing his back. They faced each other with their lips barely touching, whispering to each other so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I watched Connor’s cock getting hard again, jerking with arousal. I crawled over them and sat against the headboard, so they were between my legs. I closed my eyes and listened to Sam’s breathing get heavier. When I opened my eyes, Connor’s hand was tucked between Sam’s legs. I couldn’t see Connor’s fingers, but from the sounds Sam was making, I knew they were exploring Sam’s hole. Connor looked at me, asking for unspoken permission to keep going. When he saw how painfully hard my dick was from watching them, he draped one of his legs over Sam’s and lifted himself onto Sam’s back. Connor was still watching me while he very tenderly kissed his way down Sam’s back. He spread Sam’s cheeks apart and plunged his tongue into Sam’s hole; Connor’s whimpers drowned in the wet, sloppy sounds he made, rimming my husband’s plump ass.

** SAM **

Wyatt cleaned us up and went downstairs to get us water. I lay on my belly and turned my head to look at Connor as he rubbed my back.

“I like watching you with Wyatt,” I tell him. 

“You’re so lucky,” he says. “I mean you both are.”

I was so lost in my moment with Connor that I’d forgotten Wyatt had gone downstairs until I felt him crawl over us. He sat against the headboard, so we were settled between his legs. I closed my eyes, relaxing into Connor’s touch. I didn't protest when he slowly moved his hand down my back to my ass. He tentatively brushed his fingers up and down my butt crack, softly asking me if it felt good. I raised my ass slightly to answer him.

Connor kissed his way down my back to my ass. He spread my cheeks and licked up and down my hole. I think he kept waiting for me to tell him to stop. And when I didn’t, he gripped my hips and pulled my ass against his face to get his tongue in as deep as he could. I glanced up at Wyatt to make sure he was okay with everything that was happening. I wanted this to be about him and Connor, but I heard myself whine when Connor stopped rimming me. I thought he’d crawl up to Wyatt, but he leaned close and, in a small voice, asked, “Can I fuck you?”

“Do you think you’re man enough to fuck me?”

“I’m man enough,” he says. “Are you?” Cocky little bastard. Wyatt and I were never in a three-way, but I knew you had to be careful of everyone’s feelings. After everything that had happened with Hunt, I worried about how Wyatt was going to feel watching me get fucked. But I looked up at Wyatt, and he was smiling. He ran a hand through my sweaty hair and handed Connor the lube.

Connor told me to turn over and lie on my back. Wyatt lifted me up so I could lay my head on his thigh. The warm touch of his hand, brushing a strand of sweat-drenched hair off my forehead, told me he was okay.

Connor’s cock, slick with precum, pressed against my belly. He kissed his way down my body, sucking my nipples between his teeth, licking the precum into his mouth, nipping at my foreskin, swirling his tongue around the head, and taking as much of my cock in his mouth as he could. He pulled and squeezed my balls so hard that I arched in pain, shoving my cock to the back of his throat.

He took his mouth off my cock and sat back on his heels. I watched as he poured the lube into his hand and cautiously slid his slicked fingers into my ass. He took hold of my dick and began to stroke it while he thoroughly worked my ass. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and told him he didn’t need to be so gentle. There was so much precum dripping from his cock that I wouldn't need lube.

When I was ready, Connor grabbed one of the bed pillows and placed it under me. He pushed my legs back, and Wyatt held them open for him. He lined up his cock with my wet hole and inched in slowly, giving me time to adjust to its thickness. He looked at Wyatt and then at me, asking again if I was okay.

I don't know how long we fucked, but he had incredible stamina. He relentlessly sawed his cock in and out of my ass, slow then fast, pulling out then thrusting it back in. He might be young, but he knew how to fuck. Sweat dripped off his face and trickled down his chest. His cock had a slight bend to it, and it rubbed against my prostate. I begged him to fuck me harder, and when he did, I felt my balls draw tight and told him I was close. Connor wrapped his arms around my thighs. Drool trickled off his chin into my mouth. He fixed his eyes on mine. I lifted my head and whispered into his mouth. “You're gonna make me come.” My cock spat volley after volley of cum between our bodies. When he lifted his head, some of my cum that hit his chin fell into my mouth.

I could tell he was close by the way he was moaning and grunting. He leaned down and whispered, “Am I man enough for you?” When he started to come, He pulled out, grabbed his cock, and sprayed his load all over my chest and face. Some of it even landed on Wyatt.

I slid out from underneath Connor. “I need a shower.” Turning around to close the bathroom door behind me, I saw Wyatt pulling Connor into his arms.

** CONNOR **

I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I was wedged between Wyatt and Sam, oppressively warm from their body heat. I didn’t want to wake them, so I slid out from under Wyatt’s arm, crept into the guestroom, and fell into bed. I was half asleep when I felt Wyatt crawl into bed with me. He wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me close, his naked body pressing against mine. “Go to sleep,” he said softly, running his fingers through my hair. I fell back asleep, content to be the little spoon.

I woke up feeling Wyatt’s cock stiffen against my ass. I turned on my back and pulled him on top of me. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. I thought this must be what a lover’s kiss feels like. I wrapped my legs around him, hoping he’d know what I wanted. I might never have this chance again, and I wanted to be his for a little while. I moaned when he pushed his cock inside me. “We need to be quiet,” he whispered. He slid his tongue between my lips and kissed me more passionately than I had ever been kissed. His cock moved in and out of my ass, slowly, until he was deep in me. He lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. And when he took me in his arms and held me tightly against him, we both came at the same time.

** WYATT **

I felt Connor sneak out of bed. I was awake, wondering if it had been a mistake to bring him home with us. Sam probably wouldn't believe me if I said I didn't intend for the three of us to end up in bed. Maybe I did. Connor made his attraction to me

clear from the moment he approached me in the club. He came on to me with all the bravado he thought he needed. But I saw right through it. Of course, Sam had to scare him away. When I saw him sitting on the curb, I couldn’t leave him there.

When we fell into bed, our bodies became tangled in lust. Connor looked at me in a way that reminded me of the misplaced devotion I had felt for Charlie years ago. I lay in bed, wondering if I could borrow that feeling from my past for a few hours.

I got out of bed and found Connor asleep in the guest bedroom. I didn’t hesitate to crawl into bed with him and wrap myself around him. I’d most likely never see him again, and I wanted him to know that his feelings, whatever they were, were not misplaced. I watched him sleep, and early in the morning, I made love to him.

** SAM **

I opened my eyes and squinted at the clock. 11:38 am. When I rolled over to cuddle with Wyatt, he wasn’t there. His side of the bed looked slept in, but it wasn’t warm.

“You're awake!” Wyatt walked in butt naked, carrying two glasses of green sludge, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

“What is it?”

“If I tell you, you won’t drink it.”

** WYATT **

Sam gulped it down and let out a loud burp. “Where's Connor?”

“His friend picked him up a little while ago.”

“He left without a goodbye?”

“I found him asleep in the guest room when I got up to pee in the middle of the night. I woke him up this morning and threw him in the shower. I made coffee, and we talked while he waited for his friend. Connor grew up in foster homes. He reminds me of a boy I once knew. And he’s smart. He got a scholarship to Northwestern. He's studying biomedical engineering. I needed him to explain what that even is. He's a sweet kid. He's a rascal in bed, though. Last night wasn’t how I envisioned our first three-way happening. Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Sam asked. “I was right there with you. I liked watching you with Connor. You never said you were attracted to younger guys.”

“YOU’RE younger than me,” Wyatt teased. “I need to tell you something, Sam. When I found Connor asleep in the guest room, I got in bed with him. I just wanted to cuddle with him, but we... had sex again. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Wyatt. I already knew. The two of you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were. I wanted him to have some time alone with you. You’re kind of a dream come true, you know.”

“And there’s one more thing. Connor’s only 19.”

Sam looked amused and said, “I know. His wallet fell out of his jeans when I picked them up off the bathroom floor. I looked at his driver’s license. I mean the real one. Not the one he used to get into the club.”

Connor asked me if he could see us again. I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea.

Sam grinned and said, “I think somebody has a crush.”

“He’s young. He probably falls in love with every guy he sleeps with.”

“I wasn’t talking about Connor.”

Chapter Four : Be Careful What You Wish For

** SAM **

A few weeks later, Wyatt told me that he needed to fly to London in the morning. “For how long?” I asked.

“Three weeks. Possibly more. Look, there’s something that I need to ask you before I leave. I know we agreed to an open relationship, but I’m asking you to wait until I get back from London before we take things any further. We should be talking about everything that’s changing with us. If I’d known I was going to be away, I wouldn’t have waited to talk about this.”

He'd never admit it, but I could tell that Wyatt was worried about Hunter. When he asked me if I planned to see Hunter, I told him, “No.” But I don't think either of us believed that.

The night before Wyatt left for London, we fucked ourselves to sleep, and then in the morning, he took me again in the shower. I wanted Wyatt to leave knowing I loved him.

A few days after Wyatt left, I ran into Hunt at the gym.

“You and I need to talk,” he said. “Cody told Jace that Wyatt’s in London. We should talk before he gets back. I’m off work for the next three days. Meet me for dinner.”

I told Hunt we should wait until Wyatt’s back. And I told him what Wyatt said about making room for him in our lives. “That’s nice, but this doesn’t concern Wyatt.”

So, the following night, I met Hunt for dinner. The conversation never went beyond small talk while we ate. Hunt picked up the check and then said we would go somewhere where we could talk privately. I suggested a nearby bar.

“No. That place gets loud,” he said. “Let’s go to my place.”

I should have known better. When we got to Hunt's apartment, he followed me in, pushed me against the wall, and kicked the door closed behind us.

“We can’t do this.” I pressed my hand to his chest, trying to push him away.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Sam.”

“I... Wyatt...”

“I told you. Tonight doesn’t concern Wyatt.”

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, ripped my shirt open, and undid my pants. “Take these off.” As soon as I did, he tore off the boxers I was wearing and sank to his knees. “Until he gets back, you belong to me.” I didn’t resist when he took my cock into his mouth; his eyes never left mine as I fucked his mouth.

When we finally made it to his bed, he threw me down. “I’m gonna eat this ass until you can’t take it anymore,” he snarled, unapologetic. The way he devoured my ass was relentless. The sloppy sounds of his moans and the feel of his tongue thrusting into my hole broke me. I was lost to him. I held my ass cheeks apart and begged him to fuck me.

“I'll fuck you when I’m ready,” he growled. “Tell me your ass belongs to me.”

I answered him with a guttural whimper. “It’s been yours from the beginning.”

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pounded his steel-hard cock into my ass. I was being punished and possessed. I regretted the filthy words coming out of my mouth, knowing what they would do to Wyatt if he heard me begging for Hunter to fuck me harder and never stop, pleading with him to breed me.

Hearing me beg, Hunt roared and unloaded deep inside me. He flooded me with so much cum that it was oozing out of my hole before he pulled out. His breath was heavy and hot against my face as he collapsed next to me and slid his fingers into my gaping hole.

“You think Wyatt wants to include me enough to eat my load out of your ass?”

When I woke up in Hunt’s bed the next morning, I looked at my phone and saw that I’d missed three calls from Wyatt. Since he’s been in London, he’s been calling me before he goes to bed. The last call was just before midnight. That’s six in the morning in London. He didn’t leave any voicemails. “Shit!”

** WYATT **

Every day so far has been long and arduous, as I’ve been figuring out regulatory and compliance developments in the U.K. legal system. I haven’t seen much of London. I needed to leave the hotel by 6:30 every morning, go directly to the office, sit through back-to-back meetings all day, then have dinner with a client, and go back to the hotel.

I’d been calling Sam every night before I went to sleep since I arrived in London. I looked forward to our calls because hearing his voice every night made me feel close to him.

I got worried when he didn’t answer tonight. I know he’d recently started training a few clients late in the day, but it would only have been ten-thirty when I tried calling the last time. I wanted to be wrong, but I knew where he was.

** SAM **

I was just leaving the gym when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Even before I fished it out, I knew it was Wyatt.

I answered it without giving him a chance to say anything. “Hey, babe. I'm sorry about last night. I meant to text you. I worked late, then I went to a movie with a couple of the guys from the gym. I turned off my phone and forgot to turn it back on until this morning.”

“What movie did you see?”

Of course, he would ask. I blurted out the only movie I could think of. “One of those Marvel moves. Avengers something.”

There was a heavy silence before Wyatt said, “I'm glad you’re okay. I was worried. I miss you.” He sounded defeated.

“I miss you, too. When are you coming home?”

“It’s likely to be at least two more weeks. How would you feel about coming to London? You’ve never been, and I think you’d love it here. I’ve got to work, but we’d have the nights and weekends to ourselves.”

“I can't take time off right now, but you’ll be back soon.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

He didn't answer right away. “Nothing. Never mind.”

I could barely hear Wyatt when he told me he loved me. And then he hung up.

I avoided Hunt for three days and left his texts unanswered. But as I was leaving the gym yesterday, he was waiting outside for me.

“Are we playing cat and mouse?” Hunter asked.

I told him that I didn’t want to lie to Wyatt again, so we needed to wait until Wyatt came home from London to figure things out between the three of us.

“There’s a “three of us now?” He asked sarcastically. “Sorry. Forget I said that. Me and Jace are going to Libertine tomorrow night. If you come with us, I promise to behave.” He raised his hand, three fingers pointing upward, and said, “Scouts honor.”

The following night, Hunt and Jace picked me up from the gym. I showered there instead of going home. I hadn’t seen Jace since that night at the club. I had no idea that he and Hunt were roommates. I wondered if he ever told Hunter about what happened on the balcony.

We hadn't been dancing for more than five minutes before our shirts were off, and our tongues were in each other’s mouths. Of course, Hunter left good behavior in his truck. One of his hands lay claim on my ass, and the other was on its way down to undo the top button of my jeans.

There was more than one pair of eyes on us, but I avoided one in particular.

I told Hunt I’d be right back. I went to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face. Cody was waiting for me when I walked out.

“Let me buy you a beer, Sam,” he said, putting his hand on my lower back and gently pushing me in the direction of the bar.

“I’m not drinking tonight, but thanks,” I told him.

“That's okay. I was just being polite. We need to talk.”

I stopped Hunt when I saw him heading our way and told him that I needed to talk to Cody alone. He turned his chin up assertively at Cody and went back to dancing with Jace.

Cody sneered at Hunt and said, “You should tell your boyfriend he's not the only alpha male in town before some Bull kicks his ass.” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Okay. Lover. Is that better?”

When I opened my mouth to deny it, Cody put his fingers on my lips and said, “Shhh. I'm not going to say anything to Wyatt. But Jace has a big mouth. So, my advice to you is to put something in it so he doesn't talk. Just remember, there’s a price to pay with every secret we keep.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cody turned and walked away. “Have a good night, Sam.”

I found Hunt dancing between two himbos and pulled him away, leading us up to the balcony. I thought about what Cody said, and I almost invited Jace up for a repeat performance, but decided against it. I looked over to the empty corner where Wyatt had sat Hunter and me down a few weeks ago. I imagined Wyatt sitting there now with a disappointed smile. I grabbed Hunt's hand and said, “I changed my mind. Let's go back downstairs and dance.”

I didn’t think this night could get any more complicated until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and came face-to-face with Connor.

“Hi, Sam. Is Wyatt here?” he asked.

“No. He's in the U.K., working.” Connor didn’t try to hide his disappointment. He looked suspiciously at Hunter and Jace. He’d most likely seen Hunt and me with our tongues down each other’s throats. I introduced them and invited Connor to dance with us. It was probably my imagination, but he looked like he’d bulked up a little. He’d definitely been doing more sit-ups.

“Who’s the twink?” Hunt said loud enough to be heard.

I told Connor and Jace we’d be right back. I took Hunt’s hand and led him to the bar. I told him about that night, leaving out a few graphic details, and explained how it started with Connor’s crush on Wyatt and how Wyatt steered it into the bedroom. Of course, Hunt wanted the play-by-play, so I told him how Wyatt and Connor were all over each other. I decided it would be better for everyone if I didn't tell Hunt that Connor fucked me, so I told him that Connor just sucked me off while Wyatt fucked him. I don’t think I meant to, but telling Hunt about the three-way I had with Wyatt and Connor set a course for the rest of that night.

When Hunt and I found them, Jace was trying to get his hand down Connor’s pants. Connor looked like he wanted to be rescued, so I put my arm around his waist and put a little distance between us and Jace. When Hunt saw Connor throw his arms around my neck, he moved behind Connor, pressing him between us, and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, leaning over Connor’s shoulder to tell me he wanted to take Connor home with us.

** CONNOR **

I was disappointed that Wyatt wasn't there. Wyatt and Sam had become the sole inhabitants in my wank bank ever since the night we spent together. As soon as I said hi to Sam at the club, I felt like I was intruding. The two guys he was dancing with were hot, especially Hunter. You'd have to be blind not to see something was going on between them. I was about to go back to my friends when Sam and Hunter wandered off. I thought it would be rude to leave Jace by himself, so I waited for them to come back. I told Jace "no" when he tried to drag me up to the balcony, but it didn’t stop him from groping my junk. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before Sam and Hunter came back. Sam seemed to sense how uncomfortable I was with Jace, so he danced with me. As soon as I put my arms around Sam’s neck, I felt Hunter pressing his sweaty chest against my back. He leaned over my shoulder and whispered something in Sam’s ear.

I felt Hunt’s breath on the back of my neck. “Me and Sam are gonna take off soon. You should come with us.”

** SAM **

Hunt said he needed to have a word with Jace. They stood off to the side, and it looked like they were having an argument. Jace was poking a finger into Hunt’s chest until Hunt grabbed him by his shoulders and hugged him.

Hunt walked over to me and Connor. “Let's get out of here,” he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the exit.

“What about Jace? How's he getting home?”

“Jace has other plans. Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine,” he said.

Behind us, Connor yelled over the music, “G’night, Sam. Tell Wyatt I said hi.” Hunt turned around and said, “You’re coming with us.” When Connor went to tell his friends he was leaving, I untangled my arm from Hunter’s grip.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Hunter pushed me into a hidden corner. He knows I won’t pull away. He took hold of my hand and pressed it against the swollen bulge in his pants. “See what you do to me?” he whispered seductively. “We're taking Connor home. I wanna play with Wyatt's boy toy.” He rubbed his hand up and down my erection that was trying to rip its way out of my jeans. “Mmmm. This feels like you want to play, too. I wanna see that pretty boy’s lips wrapped around your cock.”

** SAM **

Hunter and Jace live in a two-bedroom apartment on Belmont Avenue. Hunt likes it because their bedrooms are at opposite ends of a long hallway. Hunt’s bedroom has a view of Lake Michigan and a bathroom with a walk-in shower that’s large enough for six people. I already knew how impressionable Connor was, but he looked awestruck when we walked in.

Hunter told Connor to make himself comfortable. “I need a quick word with Sam.”

** CONNOR **

When they came back, Hunter handed me a towel and a pair of boxers. “These are Jace’s. They should fit you.”

I took a shower and went back out to the living room. Hunter and Sam were already there, wearing nothing but boxers, the same as me. They must have showered together because their hair looked wet. Sam asked me if I’d been drinking.

“No. Why?”

Hunt tossed me a bottle of water and said, “We're doing G. You cool with that?”

I said I'd never done G and asked what it was like.

“It's like molly, but better. Right, Sam?”

Sam told me that I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to. But he was going to do it, and said it would be fun. Hunter measured out a capful for each of us, then he handed me a plastic cup partly filled with juice and poured in a capful of the G. “This stuff tastes like paint thinner,” he said. “The juice helps with the taste.” He did the same with his and Sam’s cups, then told me to swig it in one gulp. He tossed me a Jolly Rancher and said, “Suck on this, for now.”

I stood at the window overlooking the lake. “I’ve never been this high,” I said. Hunter snickered and said, “Just wait.”

** HUNTER **

Jace got pissed when I told him I was taking Sam and Connor back to the apartment. He’d been badgering me for weeks about wanting to have a three-way with Sam. The only way I talked him into finding someplace else to spend the night was by promising him that I’d make it happen soon.

I knew Sam wouldn’t take much convincing about getting with Connor. He was half-hard when he told me about the night he and Wyatt played with him. When me and Sam first started fucking, we had a couple of hookups with a guy from the gym. Sam never got jealous watching me fuck another guy, and I loved watching him get fucked. We were perfect for each other that way.

Connor’s face twisted in disgust when he swallowed the G. I ruffled his hair and promised that everything else he’d be swallowing tonight would taste better.

** CONNOR **

I sat across from Sam and Hunter, watching them make out. I thought they forgot I was there until Hunter turned Sam’s head to look at me and whispered something in his ear. Sam’s mouth eagerly opened for Hunter's tongue. Hunter reached into Sam’s boxer’s, pulled his cock out, and slowly stroked it.

Sam and Hunter’s bodies looked a lot alike. Their chests were smooth and sculpted like marble. They both had washboard abs and muscular legs. I’d been working my abs every day to look like Sam’s. I had a good head start, but I knew it would take a while to catch up.

They were too busy making out to notice me staring. The G must have been making me super horny because my dick was painfully hard, and the front of my boxers was soaked with precum.

My eyes followed Sam’s hand, moving down Hunter's chest and stomach. He reached into Hunter's boxers and pulled his cock out. Fuuuck. It was huge and straight as an arrow. It looked thick, like Wyatt's, maybe longer by an inch or two.

Gesturing to the space between his legs, Hunter said, “Are you just gonna sit there and watch, or are you gonna come over here?” I walked over to the couch and stood in front of Hunter. He hooked his fingers into the top of my boxers and said, “Take these off.” I pulled my boxers down and kicked them away.

Hunt told me to turn around. Then, to Sam, he said, “Goddamn! You weren’t lying when you told me he had a great ass." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Let’s take this to my bedroom,” he said, then he smacked my ass hard.

I didn’t know what the time was when we started fucking, but it seemed like we’d been at it for hours. Hunter fucked Sam missionary, while I watched. After he came in Sam’s ass, he shoved his cock in my face and said that if I licked it clean, he’d fuck me next.

I dropped to my knees and brought Hunter’s cummy cock to my lips. It tasted like Sam’s ass. I wanted to keep sucking him until he came in my mouth. But he pulled his dick out, stroked it, and squeezed a generous bead of cum out of his piss slit. When I lapped it up, Hunt told me to get on all fours. “Good boy,” he said. He spread my ass cheeks apart and used his tongue and fingers to open me up.

I wasn’t prepared for the pain when he started to push in. “Slower,” I told him. It felt like he was splitting my ass open. He pulled out, then slowly pushed his cock back in, telling me to “breathe.” When he was in all the way, he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and started ramming his cock into my ass. He was so deep. He leaned into me and said, “I’m gonna make you forget all about Wyatt, the same way I made Sam forget.”

Sam got on his knees in front of me. He rubbed the head of his cock, slick with precum, against my lips. “Suck it, twink!” he demanded. One of his hands was on the back of my neck. He shoved his cock to the back of my throat and held it there, pressing my nose into his pubic hair. He sawed his cock back and forth over my tongue. I heard him and Hunt moaning and kissing. I knew Hunter was about to come when he started grunting and cursing. I felt his cock throbbing as he filled me up.

“Look at me,” Sam said, pulling my head up by my hair. He grabbed his cock, and started jacking off. “Open your mouth.” The first spurt hit the back of my throat, then he aimed his cock and painted my face.

This was a different Sam. All the tenderness I saw that night with him and Wyatt was gone.

** SAM **

Hunt told Connor to be a good cuck and just watch while he fucked me. After Hunt emptied his balls in my ass, Connor licked his cock like a puppy dog, groaning and slobbering until Hunt had to pull him off.

“Sam, take the other end,” Hunt said. We were rough with Connor, but from the sounds he was making, he liked it. After tonight, I wanted Connor out of whichever bed I was sleeping in and out of my life. Hunt fucked Connor so hard that he sprayed his load all over the bed without touching himself.

** HUNTER **

I’m not into twinks, but as soon as Connor held his ass cheeks open for me, I was slobbering on his pink, hairless butt hole, making him moan and whine like a little bitch. He was begging me to fuck his sweet-tasting bussy. When he started to shoot, his tight butthole didn't want to let go of my cock. I filled that boy's ass with so much cum that it was already running down his thigh before I pulled my cock out.

** CONNOR **

I woke up and looked at the clock on Hunter’s nightstand. 3:15. Sam and Hunter were asleep in each other’s arms. I got out of bed and walked out to the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. The G must have worn off because I felt awful. I will never do that shit again.

I was sitting on the couch when the door to the apartment opened. All I was wearing were the boxer shorts Hunter lent me. I looked around for a blanket or something to cover myself with, but there wasn't anything.

“Hey.” It was Hunter’s roommate, Jace. “Where’s Hunter?”

I pointed to the bedroom. “They’re sleeping, “ I said.

“I have a pair of boxers just like those,” Jace said

“These are yours. I didn’t have anything clean to wear after I showered last night.”

“You could use another shower, honey,” he said, pointing to my face, hair, chest, and legs. “Did all of that come out of one cock? Never mind. Go take a shower. You smell like a cum towel. You can use the shower in my room.”

Jace was naked, holding a clean pair of underwear, when I stepped out of the shower. He said I should sleep with him in his bed. After I politely said “no,” he handed me a blanket and pillow; then I curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

“Connor. Wake up.” Sam said, shaking me awake. When I asked him where Hunter was, he said he was still sleeping. I followed Sam to the kitchen and sat at the table while he made coffee.

** SAM **

Connor looked like his dog had just died. “Please don’t tell Wyatt about last night. Is Hunter your boyfriend?” he asked.

“It’s complicated. I called you an Uber to take you back to Northwestern. If you’d like to go somewhere else, just let the driver know. It's all paid for.”

“Does Wyatt know?” About you and Hunter?”

“Yes. I told you, it’s complicated. Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna tell Wyatt about last night.”

“Are you and Wyatt going to break up?”

“Your Ubers here.”

.** WYATT **

The morning I arrived back in Chicago, I had to go to the office before heading home. I’d signed an important new client while I was in London, and the partners set up a review meeting, after which Cody pulled me into his office.

“You deserve more than a percentage of billings and a pat on the back,” Cody said. “I’m heading up to my cabin in Wisconsin next week. I want you and Sam to come too. There’s more than enough room. You’re going to take some off and stay for the week. There’s not a lot to do up there except fish and fuck.

I told Cody that I thought we had other plans, but I’d ask Sam.

“I’m not asking,” Cody said. “Besides, you’re supposed to say 'yes' whenever your boss tells you to do something.”

As soon as I arrived home and walked in the front door, Sam and I were all over each other. I barely had my shoes off before Sam pulled me up the stairs to our bedroom. We spent the afternoon naked fucking each other in the bed, in the shower, all over the house; by eight o’clock, we were both famished. We ordered a pizza, drank a bottle of wine, and talked until we fell back into bed and made love to each other. I had been worried for nothing. Sam and I were okay.

** SAM **

Wyatt ended up staying in England for nearly a month. He wanted me to fly to London and spend a week with him, but I told him I couldn’t get time off. When he said he’d fly home for a weekend, I told him that I was working every weekend and we wouldn’t be able to spend much time together. My excuses were lies. I was with Hunter while Wyatt was gone. I let the promise not to take things any further until Wyatt got home turn into a lie.

The car drive to Cody’s cabin in Wisconsin took more than six hours because I got us lost, and then Wyatt insisted we stop and buy cheese. We were both looking forward to spending time together after being apart for a month, and Wyatt, being the consummate athlete, was excited about water skiing and rock climbing.

We turned onto a winding dirt road marked by a “Private Property” sign. A forest of tall, white pines obscured a two-story chateau made of wood and glass. This place was no one’s definition of a cabin. When we drove around the last bend in the road, I saw Hunter’s truck.

“Wyatt, I swear I didn’t know he was gonna be here.”

“Who?”

“That’s Hunter’s truck.”

** WYATT **

I definitely wasn't expecting Hunter to be here. This didn't feel like a coincidence.

Cody greeted us at the door with a boisterous welcome. “Wyatt, I’ll help you take your bags up to your room. Sam, I think Jace and Hunter are in the kitchen.”

“Could you be any less inconspicuous, Cody?” I said once we got upstairs. “Did you know Hunter was going to be here?”

“Not until last night,” he explained. “I was as surprised as you were when Jace walked in with him. I should have known. Jace is a troublemaker.”

“Then why are you friends with him?”

“He’s fun when he behaves and a great fuck when he doesn’t. Ari’s arriving in the morning, so things won’t be so awkward.”

I wondered how Ari being there would make any difference, but I didn’t ask.

Sam followed me up to the room when I said I was going to unpack. He was anxious and apologetic about Hunter and Jace being there, but I told him we shouldn’t make a big deal about it.

The house was massive. Everything except the bedrooms was on the main floor. There were three bedrooms upstairs, including the one Wyatt and I were in and the bedroom that Hunter was in. Apparently, Jace slept with Cody in the master bedroom at the end of the hall. There were two bedrooms and a games room in the lower level. When I teased Cody about not paying me enough, he explained the “cabin” belonged to his father. The evening turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable. Cody and Jace hid in the kitchen, making dinner while Hunter and I talked about sports. I think Sam thought he might need to be a referee, but it wasn’t needed. I helped Cody clean up after dinner, and the rest of the evening was good conversation and a game of poker. Sam and I never discussed what including Hunter in our relationship looked like. So I was relieved at the end of the night when Hunter went to his room, and Sam and I went to ours.

Ari arrived in the morning while we were having breakfast. Cody, being the great manipulator, was right. Ari’s arrival made things less awkward.

Cody let Hunter and me take his boat out to go waterskiing. I asked Sam to hang back at the lake house to give Hunter and me some time alone.

** SAM **

I watched Wyatt and Hunt walking side by side down to Cody’s boat. I worried that something that looked right could go wrong. I’d been hoping for an opportunity to talk to Hunt alone, but instead, it was Wyatt alone with Hunt, and they were going to take turns pulling each other around the lake on water skis. It was the perfect opportunity for a tragic boating accident.

I was so distracted watching Hunt and Wyatt that I didn’t see Ari come up behind me until he wrapped his arms around my waist and slid a hand up under my shirt. He was close enough that I could feel his breath against my neck.

“Did those bad boys leave you all alone with nobody to play with?” he asked.

When I didn’t pull away, he pulled me closer. The board shorts he was wearing didn’t conceal the hard cock rubbing against my ass.

“That night when I first met you and Wyatt at Libertine,” Ari whispered, “when we were in the balcony, you were hoping I’d pull my dick out. Weren’t you? I could pull it out for you now. Nobody’s here. Cody and Jace went out to get wood for the fireplace.”

I reached back and squeezed Ari’s hard cock through his shorts. It felt bigger than Wyatt's and maybe even Hunt’s. If Cody hadn’t walked in just then, I don’t know what I might have done.

“You should have left with me that night instead of that sissy boy,” Ari said.

** WYATT **

After dinner, we opened another bottle of wine and sat around the fire pit. I was glad when Cody suggested getting in the hot tub. My body ached from waterskiing. While Sam and I were upstairs changing into our shorts, Sam asked me what Hunt and I had talked about.

“We mostly talked about sports,” I said. “And we talked about you.”

“Why?” Sam looked peeved.

“Because you and sports are all Hunter and I have in common.”

As Sam and I were heading downstairs, we passed another bedroom and saw Hunter and Jace huddled together, having a serious conversation. When Hunter saw us, he closed the door.

** SAM **

We were alone in the hot tub, so I sat between Wyatt’s legs. I always liked feeling the warmth of his chest against my back. It was getting dark, and the only light was coming from the boathouse, so Wyatt slid his hand into my shorts and fondled my cock.

“Ahem.” Cody stood next to Ari, carrying an armful of towels.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Ari tossed the towels onto a bench and peeled off his trunks. “Is there room for one more?”

All I knew about Ari before tonight was that he was handsome, Greek, and rumored to have a huge uncut cock. I’d only ever seen the bulge it made in his pants. Now here he was, standing on the edge of the hot tub, naked and smiling at me mischievously. He was well over 6’, and extremely well-built. His legs were hairy and thick with muscle. His chest was covered with a dusting of black hair that traveled down the center of his abdomen and ended above his cock, which flopped over a pair of heavy balls. His cock had to be 8”. 

Hunter came out of nowhere and followed Ari and Cody into the hot tub. I asked him where Jace was. “He’s pouting. Don’t worry about him,” Hunt sounded irritated.

** WYATT **

I still had my hand down the front of Sam’s shorts when Hunter arrived. If Sam had moved off my lap any faster, he might have broken my wrist. Hunter slipped into the hot tub, naked, and sat on the other side of Sam. When did Hunter take off his shorts?

“Why are me and Hunt the only ones naked?” Ari asked. “Are you too shy to have your cock out in front of your boss, Wyatt?”

“I’ve seen Wyatt’s cock out more times than I can remember,” Cody admitted.

“It wasn’t that many times,” I said, watching Sam stand up and pull off his shorts.

“I’m gonna head back to the house and make sure Jace is okay,” Cody said, climbing out of the hot tub. “Goodnight, guys.”

Hunter laughed. “He’s going to “make sure Jace is okay.” What Cody means is he’s gonna fuck Jace all over the house while we’re out here.”

“Wyatt!” Ari barked. “Lose the shorts.” I stood up, deliberately turned to face Sam and Hunter, and slid the shorts off. Hunter seemed so preoccupied staring at my cock that I don’t think he noticed the intimidating look I was giving him.

** SAM **

As soon as Hunt and Wyatt were done flaunting themselves at each other, they started arguing about sports and which teams were better. The conversation somehow turned into a discussion about politics and the economy. Nothing they were talking about interested me, so I slipped out from between them when Ari motioned for me to sit by him.

“You'd better come over here and sit by me before they get into a pissing contest or start sniffing each other’s butts.”

Ari and I had been making eye contact ever since he stripped off his swim trunks. I’m not sure if it was Ari or me who closed the distance between us, but we were close enough that our legs touched. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at his cock, bobbing just under the surface of the water.

“We’re gonna hang by the fire pit. You guys coming?” Wyatt asked, grabbing two towels for himself and Hunt.

Ari answered, “Sounds good.” I started to get out, but Ari pulled me back. “We’ll join you in a minute.”

Ari grabbed my hand and put it on his hard cock. “Have you been thinking about how good my cock would feel in your ass? Because that’s all I’ve been thinking about since this afternoon.” I kept my hand there, even after he took his hand away. He turned to look at me and whispered, “Lean forward a little.” His fingers were thick and long like his cock, and I didn’t resist when he slid them between my ass cheeks.

“So, what’s going on between the three of you?” Ari asked, prodding my hole.

“What do you mean?”

“Hunter and Wyatt are like two dogs fighting over a bone. Wyatt’s your husband, and Hunter’s what? Your boyfriend? I’d love to watch the two of them fight it out. Who do you think would win?” They turned their heads at the same time and smiled at us, unaware that I was stroking Ari’s cock, while he was fingering my hole.

** WYATT **

I’m unsure about Hunter. Tonight was the first time we talked; just the two of us. We have one thing in common... Sam. That’s the hitch. Hunter’s got newness going for him, and I can’t compete with his looks. When we were out on the lake, I brought up including him in Sam and mine’s relationship, but he said we should wait to have that conversation.

After Sam and Ari got out of the hot tub, the four of us sat by the fire, finishing the bottle of wine and checking out each other’s junk when we thought nobody was looking.

“It’s pretty late,” I said. “You coming, Sam?”

“I'll be up in a few minutes.”

** HUNTER **

I’m not sure how I feel about Wyatt. I think his throuple proposition is really about him hanging onto Sam. The way I see it, Wyatt’s competition. He’s hot and sexy as fuck, and if it was only about occasionally including him when me and Sam fuck, I’d say okay. But Wyatt will never accept that Sam is as much mine as he is his.

When Ari and I were by ourselves earlier that afternoon, he said that he knew about me and Sam. When he was pulling the kayak out of the lake yesterday afternoon, he saw Sam and me sneak into the boathouse. “I jizzed all over the kayak listening to you guys fuck,” he said.

“Oh yeah? You should’ve joined us.”

“What about Wyatt, though? You think you guys would be down for a foursome?”

“I don’t know about Wyatt. But me and Sam definitely,” I said.

Later that night, all of us, except for Jace, were in the hot tub. I promised Jace I’d make it up to him if he stayed out of the way. I knew Cody wouldn’t leave him by himself for very long, so after Cody went back to the house, the four of us, me and Sam, Ari, and Wyatt, sat around the fire pit, naked except for our towels, just like Ari and I had planned. When Wyatt said he was going to bed, he asked Sam if he was coming. I whispered “stay”, so only Sam could hear me.

As soon as Wyatt was out of sight, I leaned over to Sam and started making out with him. Ari opened his towel and spread his legs, exposing his uncut cock. I took Sam’s chin in my hand and turned his head to look at Ari, stroking his cock. Fish meet worm. “Are you flirting with my boyfriend, Ari?” I teased.

** ARI **

We snuck into the house as quietly as possible and went downstairs to the bedroom where I was staying. As soon as Hunt locked the door behind us, I tugged the towel off Sam and grabbed his beautiful, meaty ass. “You sure you want to share this with me, Hunt?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows. I ordered them to get on their knees. Hunt dropped his towel, and he and Sam began to kiss, exploring each other’s mouths, licking and kissing their way down to my crotch.

“Fuck. You boys look good down there,” I tell them. Hunt wrapped his hand around my leaking erection and slid my foreskin back. Sam lapped up the precum gushing out of my piss slit, while Hunt licked my nut sack, sucking one of my balls and then the other into his mouth. They ran their lips up and down my nine inches, kissing each other, passing my cock between them. Hunt’s hand was still wrapped around my cock. I told Hunt, “Jack me off, so I can last longer when I’m fucking your boy.” Hunt stroked my cock, twisting his fist one way and the other. I gripped hold of Sam’s hair and pulled his face in front of my cock. “Open your mouth.” Most of it went down Sam's throat. Hunt licked the rest of it off his face.

** HUNTER **

After Ari got off, he ordered me to lie back on the bed. I told Sam to sit on my face so I could eat his ass. Ari straddled my chest and started making out with Sam. At the same time, his hands cupped Sam’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I could get my tongue in deeper. I wasn’t aware Ari had moved until I felt his mouth on my cock. I was eating Sam’s ass and getting sucked off at the same time. I was in pig heaven. Sam climbed off and lay down beside me, watching Ari suck and slurp on my cock. When Ari started tugging on my balls, I warned him he was gonna make me come. He didn’t pull off when I started unloading in his mouth. He swallowed all of it, then looked up at me and Sam, licking his lips. “Fuck dude. I don’t remember you ever coming that much.”

I knew that Sam wanted Ari's cock as much as Ari wanted Sam's ass. Ari wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist and turned him around so he was straddling me on all fours.

“You might want to look away, Hunt,” he snarled. “I’m about to fuck your boy so good that he might forget all about you.” I watched Sam’s eyes roll back into his head as Ari pushed every inch of his cock into Sam’s hole. Ari impaled him. He fucked him so hard that all Sam could do was whimper. Ari grunted and growled. “I’m gonna come.” Then he pushed Sam’s head down and sprayed his load all over Sam's back and my face.

** SAM **

I got off the bed and started towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Ari asked. “We’re not done yet.”

Hunt followed me into the bathroom. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I need to piss. But since you asked, have you and Ari been fucking while we’ve been... dating?”

“No. Other than that dude from the gym we played with, and the night you and me played with that twink, I haven’t been with anybody. Are you jealous?” he teased. “Do you need me to be the big dog out there?” Hunt smacked my ass and said, “Hurry up.”

Hunt followed me out and shoved me back onto the bed, so my head hung over the edge. He pushed my knees to my chest and started rimming me. Ari stood at the edge of the bed with my head between his legs. He pulled back his foreskin, and a thread of precum dripped like honey from the tip of his cock and hung suspended until it fell into my mouth.

He put his hands on the bed to steady himself and fed the length of his cock down my throat until my nose was buried in his soft black pubes. His heavy balls rubbed against my nose. As soon as he felt my throat open up, he started fucking my mouth.

“Give me your hand, Hunt,” he said.

I felt him wrap Hunt’s hand around my throat.

“Feel that, Hunt? That’s my big cock fucking your boy's throat.”

Hunt pushed a finger into my ass, then a second finger, and a third while Ari continued to fuck my mouth. Hunt worked my hole with his fingers and tongue, getting it ready for him to fuck me. Ari pulled his cock out of my mouth at the same time Hunt was pushing his cock into my ass.

Ari straddled my chest so he was facing Hunt with his ass directly over my face. He spread his ass cheeks apart and ordered me to lick his asshole. “Your boyfriend’s gonna fuck me, so get it sloppy with your spit.”

It wasn’t long before Ari flipped around, so we were face to face with our chests pressed together. I felt Hunt slide his cock out of my ass at the same time Ari was pushing his ripe armpit into my face, ordering me to lick it. As soon as Ari started moaning, I knew Hunt was fucking him. Hunt kept switching between my ass and Ari’s, fucking one, then the other. Hunt could fuck for a long time.

“Get your dick out of my ass, Hunter,” Ari barked and flipped me onto all fours. He pulled me up on my knees and held me against his chest while his cock pistoned in and out of me. Hunt got his knees in front of me and wrapped his arms around me and Ari.

Ari pressed his mouth against my ear and started talking dirty. “I could flood your ass with so much cum that it would start running down your leg while I’m still fucking you. Hunt said I can’t breed you because your ass belongs to him. He used to love sucking me off, but he hasn't wrapped his pretty lips around my cock since you came along. So I’m gonna pull my cock out of your hole and shoot my load down his throat. And you’re gonna watch.”

Ari stood up behind me and turned my head to see Hunt looking up at Ari expectantly with his mouth open. Ari jerked his cock, shooting ropes of cum into Hunt's mouth. Watching Hunt swallow all of it sent me over the edge, and I sprayed my load all over the bed.

** WYATT **

I was drifting off when I heard Sam come in and turn on the shower. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, Sam wasn’t in bed and his half of the bed hadn’t been slept in. I looked at my watch; it was 1:17.

I checked Hunter's room, and his bed hadn't been slept in either. I could see the hot tub and fire pit from the hall window, and no one was out there. I went downstairs and still didn’t see any sign of Sam or Hunter. I was getting a glass of water when I heard heavy steps coming up the stairs from the games room. Ari strode into the kitchen and stopped when he saw me. He was covered in sweat, his still-hard cock glistening with lube and drooling a thread of cum.

“Wyatt! Hey. Couldn’t sleep? Fuck. I’m... ”

“Is my husband... Is Sam with you?”

“Uhh, yeah,” Ari said, trying to cover his erection.

“And Hunter?”

“Yeah,” he sighed sheepishly.

We stared at each other for a few painful seconds, not knowing what to do or say. So, I just turned and walked away.

** SAM **

Ari seemed agitated when he came back from upstairs. “Party’s over.”

I asked him what was wrong.

“You should probably go check on Wyatt, Sam. He was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when I went upstairs. He clearly saw my dick covered in jizz and lube. He asked me if you and Hunt were down here. I guess I should have lied, but I said ‘yes’. Then he just walked out of the kitchen. I called after him, but he ignored me and went back upstairs.

** ARI **

Whatever’s going on between Sam, Wyatt, and Hunt is messed up. Hunt made it sound like Wyatt was all but gone. I feel bad for Wyatt. If he makes Sam choose, I don't think he’ll win. I’ve played with a lot of couples, but none of them were as in tune with each other as Hunter and Sam. Tonight blew my mind. No jealousy or possessiveness, just pleasure. They seemed to know what the other wanted and needed, as if they just wanted each other, and for me to enjoy it all. I told them we should make this a regular thing.

** WYATT **

I felt the bed dip when Sam climbed in. He knew that I was only pretending to be asleep.

 “Wyatt?” he whispered.

“Wyatt?”

** SAM **

When I got downstairs, Wyatt and Cody were sitting at the table having breakfast. I didn't realize that Hunter was right behind me.

When we sat down, Wyatt got up from the table and said, “I’m going for a hike.”

I yelled after Wyatt that I’d go with him, but Cody grabbed my arm and stopped me. “Let him go,” Wyatt must have told him about last night.

“I need to talk to him, I said.

“Not about last night, you don’t,” he countered. “He’ll get over it. He wouldn’t want me to tell you this, but you’re gonna hear it anyway. Wyatt feels responsible for protecting your marriage. That’s why he was willing to make changes. But it isn’t changing the way he wanted it to, and he knows there’s no taking any of it back. I think he cares more about your needs than he does his own. He wants to give you everything you want, Sam. He wasn’t angry because of your little fuck fest with Ari last night. Wyatt made room in your relationship for things like that to happen. But Wyatt’s got his pride. He’s no different than any man. Actually, he’s better than most. He’s worried that you’re not attracted to him anymore. He thinks that’s why you excluded him last night.”

“It wasn’t like that. We didn’t mean to exclude him. It just happened,” I said.

“That's every cheater’s excuse. Look, if you want whatever this is between the three of you to work, you need to fix it. And if you don’t tell Wyatt the truth about what you two were doing while he was in London, I will.”

I sat on the porch waiting for Wyatt. He’d been gone all day, and the sun was going down. I was about to get in the car and go look for him when I saw him wandering towards the cabin. He threw his arms around me and we kissed, as if last night never happened.

** WYATT **

I walked around the lake until I found a trail that led into the woods. I remembered a book I once read about walking in the woods. It was about always being in the same place when you’re in the woods, and how you could be walking in a pointless circle. That’s how I felt when I left the cabin this morning. But I didn’t want it to be true for Sam and me. I didn’t want to always be in the same place we’re in, because that feels broken, and I’m going to try to fix it.

When I found my way back to the cabin and saw Sam watching for me, I knew I had at least one more chance to keep us together.

Hunter came out of the house and stood next to Sam. “We were getting worried,” he said, cautiously hugging me. “I’m glad you aren’t hurt, but you smell like you’ve been wrestling with a bear. Sam, go help your husband wash the stink off.”

Sam sat me down on the edge of the bed and stripped down while I watched. He slowly opened his shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Then he pulled me to my feet and undressed me. He turned around, teasing me, showing off his ass, then he took my hand and pulled us both into the shower. We lathered ourselves with honey-scented soap, washing beneath our arms and crotches, stroking each until we were hard.

** SAM **

Wyatt pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. “Tell me what you want, Sam.”

I knew he wanted some assurance. He needed to hear me say I was still his. And I needed to be truthful. “I’m married to you. My relationship with Hunt doesn’t change that.” Wyatt looked away when he heard Hunt’s name. I lifted his chin and said, "Look at me. You need to accept that Hunter is in my life, and that means he’s in our lives; yours and mine.”

“How's this going to work romantically? I mean, sexually?”

“I love you, and my desire for you hasn’t stopped. Most nights we’ll be together in our bed, just you and me. But there will be nights when I’m going to want to be alone with Hunter. And I want there to be nights when the three of us are together. But, I think before that can happen, you and Hunt need to find a way to care about each other.”

“Are you planning on him moving in with us?”

“No. That would only happen if it were something all three of us want.”

** WYATT **

Clearly, Sam and I no longer perceived our marriage in the same way. When I heard him tell me how things would be, everything I thought I knew and understood about us had changed. And I don’t think I could change it back. Hunter’s fingerprints were all over Sam’s vision of our future, and I didn’t want to hear anything more about it. I had to get out of this bathroom.

“I’m starving.” I grabbed a towel and walked out.

I poured myself a scotch after dinner and went out to sit by the fire pit. I was oblivious to the footsteps behind me.

It was Cody carrying the bottle of scotch. “You okay?” he said, sitting down beside me,

I told him about the conversation Sam and I had. He asked me if Sam had confessed that he was with Hunter while I was in London. I said he had, but that I’d already figured it out for myself. “I think Sam and I are at the tipping point.”

“There’s you and Sam, and there’s Hunter and Sam. What about you and Hunter? Is being a throuple something you all want?” He asked.

“I don’t know.”

Cody took the glass out of my hand and said, “They went upstairs together. Go find out.”

** HUNTER **

Sam said that we needed to talk. I followed him upstairs and into his and Wyatt’s room. He asked me if I was gonna be okay watching him “be” with Wyatt.

“Wasn’t that you lapping up all the precum oozing out of my cock while I watched you and Ari the other night? Maybe you should be asking Wyatt how he’s gonna feel watching me “be” with you. Tonight could be incredibly hot for all three of us, or it could turn into a cock fight. I’ll let Wyatt win this round if that’s what you want. Just don’t expect me to fall in love with him tonight.

“You've got nothing to lose. Wyatt and I do,” Sam said.

** WYATT **

After dinner, Sam and I walked down to the lake.

“I think maybe it’s time for Hunt to spend the night with us,” he said.

“Is this your idea, or his?”

“Mine. It’s not an idea, Wyatt. It’s what I want, and it’s what needs to happen if you’re serious about including him in our relationship.”

I asked Sam to go for a swim with me, but he said it was his dad’s birthday and he wanted to call him before it got late, so I stripped off my clothes and went swimming alone in the dark.

When I got back to the house, I looked for Sam downstairs, but when I couldn't find him, I went up to our room. The bedroom door was closed halfway, but I could see Sam and Hunter embracing and kissing each other. They both had towels around their waists and had wet hair. They'd obviously taken a shower together. I stepped back, but Sam saw me.

“Sorry,” I said. “I was coming up to take a shower. I’ll come back.”

"You can come in, Wyatt," Hunter said as he and Sam pulled apart. “It’s your room. The shower is all yours."

I thought I heard the bedroom door close as I was getting out of the shower, but when I walked into the bedroom, Everything except the bed sheets was pulled off the bed, and Sam and Hunter were naked.

Sam walked over to where I was standing and pulled my towel off.

“Close your eyes,” he said. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his arms around me. The feel of his warm body and his cock stiffening against me made me sure of what was happening.

Sam made me promise to keep my eyes closed as he moved away from me. Another body, just as warm, took his place and held me. Hunter tentatively kissed me and slid his tongue between my lips until they gave in. I felt Sam behind me. His breath on the back of my neck.

Hunter said, “Open your eyes, Wyatt.” How meaningful those words were coming from him. He kissed me passionately, then turned me around to face Sam. I could feel Hunter’s heat on my back, and his heart beating in his chest. And I felt the size of his hands against my stomach, and the size of his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks, I closed my eyes again, feeling some of the lust Sam has for this man.

We started off being attentive to each other, but then Hunter began to ignore me. Hunter’s arrogance and my jealousy made me a spectator.

He got Sam up on all fours while I sat on the bed, just a few feet away. Hunt never took his eyes off me while he rimmed Sam. He flipped Sam over and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. He knew how to fuck my husband. He pounded into him mercilessly, nearly pulling out each time and then ramming in. Sam’s moaning and begging got louder, then he arched his back and unloaded all over his chest. Hunter was panting and grunting loudly, making sure that I knew he was coming. With his cock still buried in Sam’s ass, Hunter scooped up Sam’s cum off his chest and held his hand out for me to lick it off. When I went to take his hand, he pulled it away, sucked Sam’s cum off his fingers, and looked at me with a smirk that said, “He’s mine.”

** SAM **

I kept trying to include Wyatt. I could see the longing in his eyes. But when I reached out for him, he backed away and got off the bed.

“I told Hunt that I needed to talk to Wyatt, and that I’d see him tomorrow.”

** WYATT **

I needed to wash the stink of sex off me. I heard Sam follow me into the shower, and when I turned around to face him, he started to cry.

“We can still figure this out,” he said.

I stripped the sheets off the bed, and Sam and I got under a blanket. We didn’t talk. He just curled up against me and fell asleep in my arms.

I didn’t see Hunt in the morning, but his truck was still there. He left a note for Sam, saying he had gone fishing with Jace and Ari. I told Sam that I thought we should go home the next day. I waited for him to agree, but instead he said he needed, no, wanted to talk to Hunt before we left.

“Would you be okay if I have a little time alone with him tonight?” he asked.

I was in the kitchen helping Cody make dinner when the guys returned from fishing, so I hadn’t seen Hunt all day. He and Sam were missing when we sat down to eat.

I yelled up to Sam, but he didn't answer. I went upstairs to look for him and saw that Hunt’s door was closed. I was about to knock when I heard Sam's voice.

“No, I'm not gonna do that to him. I still love him.”

“You told me you were going to talk to him,” Hunt sounded frustrated and annoyed.

I didn’t want to hear any part of this conversation, so I went back downstairs. Sam and Hunt came down a few minutes later.

Cody had to drive into town after dinner, and he asked me to go with him. The nearest town was almost an hour away, and by the time we got back, it was after 10. Most of the lights had been turned off, and the house was quiet, so I figured Sam had gone to bed. Our bedroom door was open, but Sam wasn’t in bed.

I looked down the hall and noticed Hunter’s door was closed. I stood in front of the door and listened, but I couldn't hear any voices. I knocked quietly. There was no answer, so I knocked again. When I tried to open the door, it was locked. “Sam, are you coming to bed?”

I heard footsteps on the other side of the door and the sound of the door being unlocked. Hunter poked his head out, squinting at the light. He looked like he’d been sleeping.

“I’m sorry, Hunter. I didn't mean to wake you up. I was looking for Sam. I thought he might be with you.”

“He is. Sam’s gonna sleep with me in my room tonight.”

I tried to see past Hunter. “Sam?”

“He’s asleep, Wyatt. Go to bed.” He closed the door and locked it.

** SAM **

I didn’t plan for last night to happen. It was nearly eight when I woke up. I threw on some clothes and told Hunt I’d see him downstairs. I went to find Wyatt, but he wasn’t in our bedroom, and it looked like the bed hadn’t been slept in. When I got downstairs, Cody, Jace, and Ari were sitting at the breakfast table.

“Has anybody seen Wyatt?”

Cody looked up from his breakfast and said, “He’s gone”. “Gone where?”

Cody handed me a note. “He left this for you.”

Dear Sam,

I thought having an open relationship would keep us together. It was a desperate attempt to save our marriage. I realize now that the other night wasn't about including Hunter in our relationship; it was about including me in your relationship with him.

I overheard you tell Hunter that you love me. Saying you love me to another man seems meaningless, especially knowing it will be the last time I’ll hear you say it.

I spoke with Cody last night, and he’s agreed to transfer me to the London office. I leave tomorrow morning. I’ll send for my things.

I’m going to file for a no-fault divorce. Cody can explain what that means. The house, and most of what’s in it, will be yours. Please don't attempt to contact me or follow me.
I will always love you, more than you know, but this is where we end.

Wyatt

Epilogue : Home

** WYATT **

The divorce was amicable. I paid off the mortgage and signed the house over to Sam. I no longer wanted to live there, and I knew Sam wasn’t making enough to buy a house of his own. Looking back, I had the romantic notion that Sam was my home. But Sam and I had started coming apart even before we left Brooklyn. 

I tried not to listen to gossip, but the last I heard, he and Hunter were living together. That didn’t mean I would ever stop caring about him.

I’d moved into a lovely flat in Shoreditch shortly after I arrived in London. I kept to myself and focused on work. A couple of the guys at the firm had been tenaciously inviting me out for drinks after work, and one day I finally said “yes”. I wasn’t even sure these guys were gay until we walked into a gay bar. I think British men have a different awareness of their masculinity, and it’s not always obvious what someone’s preferences are.

I met Malcom that night. He’d just moved to London from Glasgow. We were a fire that burnt brightly at first, and even though the sex was amazing, we agreed that we were better friends than lovers.

Several weeks after Malcolm and I ended our romance, he invited me to a party he was throwing for a few of his other expat friends. He wanted me to meet a friend of his who had just moved to London from Boston. I rarely enjoyed standing around with a drink in my hand, making idle conversation with people I didn’t know, and I had an aversion to being set up, but I told Malcolm that I’d come.

I arrived late on purpose that night, intending to be the last to arrive and the first to leave. As I was hanging up my coat, I overheard someone say there were drinks in the kitchen, so I immediately headed there and poured myself a whiskey.

I looked for Malcom and saw him over the shoulder of a tall man whose back was turned to me. He had mentioned that he was dating someone new, and I assumed this must be him. Malcolm was very particular about the men he brought home, and from what little I could see of the man's face from across the room, he was incredibly good-looking. They looked like they were having a serious conversation, so I didn’t want to intrude. I was standing near a group of guys arguing about the NFL playoffs, so I introduced myself and joined the conversation.

An hour and another whisky later, I looked around but didn’t see Malcolm, so I decided to quietly sneak out. I’d just put my coat on when I heard Malcom say, “Where dae ye think ye’re gunna? Take ‘at mingin’ coat aff. I want ye t’meet summone”

“The new guy you’re dating?” I asked.

"Nah. Trevor canny mek it t’night. Is fella’s fur ye.”

Malcom led me over to the man I’d seen him talking to earlier, and poked him on the shoulder. “Charlie Schäfer, meet my good pal Wyatt Roan."

That was nearly 10 years ago. Charlie and I remained in England together and bought a house in Crouch End. And every day since then, Charlie Schäfer and that house have been my home.

END

Library of Congress Copyright 2025 Daire Grey. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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