The Last of the Three
It was at the beginning of September that it hit me that Nathan was to leave for Antarctica in October. We all knew it of course, but it was like we all decided it wasn't worth talking about. Until it was.
The three of us had spent the summer together, more or less. We were all working, and Misha took up a lot of our time, but Nathan was also becoming a parent to him. Which made the thought of him leaving that much more difficult.
He drove up to Heath and Reach every weekend and left very early Monday morning with us back to the City. Sometimes we stayed in the little South Ken flat and Nathan would join us but the place was small. We would stay in touch, texting, sexting, sending each other pictures of us in various states of nakedness, or just flirtatious or affectionate notes. Ilya and I liked to send him pictures of us fucking, telling him what we would do with him when we saw him again. It was fun. But it was also loving. We loved him. There's no other word for it.
At the end of the first week of September, Nathan arrived at our house as usual. When he came into the sitting room, I could tell right away that the topic we had all been avoiding was now something we had to talk about.
He threw himself on the sofa beside Ilya and leaned against him, putting his head on Ilya's shoulder. He said, “So...I had a talk with Sven this week. It's all settled now. I leave on October 6.”
I glanced at Ilya who was running his hand through Nathan's curls. I said, “Fuck.” I didn't know what else to say.
Ilya looked at me, his eyes somehow more blue, more clear that usual. He said, “We all knew this was coming...”
Nathan sat up. His face was all serious and pale. “Yeah we did, but it still hurts. I can't imagine not seeing you two.” He stopped and I thought he would start to cry.
Sabrina had already left, so I said, “Let me make dinner and we can talk more.”
Later, we lay in bed, the three of us naked, all tangled up with Nathan between us. None of us was very interested in sex but we seemed to want to be as close as we could. I could feel Nathan's sadness and it was making me sad. I finally said into Nathan's ear, “Why don't we go somewhere next weekend? Go to some posh hotel in the country and be together for a couple of days.”
I heard Ilya laugh. He said, “Sex doesn't solve everything, Stephen.”
I felt Nathan laugh. He was lying with his back to me. He said, “No, not just sex...it would be so nice to be together with no distractions...”
Knowing he was referring to Misha without wanting to say it, I said, “I agree. Sabrina doesn't mind staying longer. She always asks us why we insist on being on our own at the weekends anyway.”
I felt Ilya's hand reaching over Nathan and, finding mine, held it tightly. It was like he was telling me a whole bunch of things. He said, “All right. Fine. Let's do it.”
Knowing Ilya as I do, I knew he was already plotting in his head where we might go. But Nathan had other ideas and he burrowed under the sheet and started to suck Ilya's cock and the three of us were preoccupied for a while.
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The hotel was posh and in an big old house that had been converted. You know, one of those eighteenth-century piles with way too many bedrooms that required a staff of fifteen to run. Back when people did such things. But as a hotel, it was perfect.
It sat on a big piece of land near Winslow, not far from where we lived. Ilya said he didn't want to be far away from Misha, just in case. We were still worried parents, after all.
We drove over in Ilya's car and as we stood in the rather imposing reception area, watching the middle-aged woman checking us in, I wondered if she had any idea what we would be getting up to in our room. Well, rooms. Ilya had decided to spare no expense, so we got a little suite of rooms at the back. The hotel was busy, full of well-to-do people on their last outing before winter set in. Middle-aged couples, minor celebrities, an American couple with two small children. Then us, three guys who had no intention of leaving their room for most of their stay.
The suite was a bit much, as far as I was concerned. I just wanted a big bed, but I suppose that was the Canadian coming out in me. Ilya and Nathan were more taken with the beautiful old furniture, the pictures, the expensive carpets. There were two bedrooms, and I spent some time testing the beds. The bigger of the two had an emperor-sized bed so instead of marvelling at the view out one of the big windows, I pulled off my clothes and lay on top of it, feeling oddly excited.
I finally said, “Why don't you come and see the bedroom...”
When they entered the room, I was all ready. In fact I was stroking my cock. There was something about the ostentatious decor that was turning me on. I suppose it was a little defiance or something. All those centuries of privilege meeting my naked body and my need to be fucked.
Ilya, knowing me as he does, laughed and started to pull Nathan's shirt off. That boy. So lovely, so smooth and toned, with that adorable little line of hair that disappeared into his trousers. Ilya unfastened them and slid his hands in the back, gripping Nathan's strong ass, pulling him close so they could kiss. I was enjoying watching, so I said, “Nathan...get Ilya naked.”
He glanced at me, a little smirk on his face but reached for the buckle of Ilya's belt. Ilya, his blonde hair hanging in his face, looked down as Nathan slid his trousers to the floor. Ilya was wearing my favourite underwear: pink boxer briefs. I don't know why, but I loved them. His cock was pushing the fabric out and Nathan got on his knees and began to run his mouth all over the bulging fabric. Ilya moaned and said, “Are you going to be a good little cocksucker?”
I loved it when he got all raunchy. His slight Russian accent made it sound very dirty. I stroked my cock a little faster as Nathan, peeling the pink fabric down Ilya's amazing thighs, engulfed his cock all at once. Ilya grabbed his head to steady himself and slowly thrust into Nathan's mouth. I could hear his wet moan, then the grunt he gave as Ilya's balls smacked his chin.
But I wanted more. I moved to the end of the bed and leaned back, propped on one of my arms while the other one continued to stroke my dick. I was careful to pace myself since it was making me a little crazy watching them. I said, “Switch.”
They seemed to get that I wanted to direct this scene, so Nathan stood up and kicked his trousers off his ankles. Ilya – now naked – got on his knees to my surprise, made Nathan turn around. He pulled Nathan's white boxer briefs down his gorgeous ass, all smooth and delectable. Ilya leaned forward and ran his nose up the crack, then his tongue. He pulled those plump cheeks of his apart and started to work his tongue into Nathan's ass, snuffling and grunting. Nathan leaned forward a little, his eyes shut.
But it wasn't just Nathan's ass I wanted to see being used. I said, my cock still in my fist, “I want to see you fuck Ilya...”
With a low chuckle, Ilya stood up and walked over to me, throwing himself on the bed. He was lying on his stomach and he pushed his hips up, presenting those beautiful muscles to be fucked. I decided to help. I had already found the lube I had brought and I squeezed a bunch on my hand and, pulling Ilya's world-class ass cheeks apart, I fingered my way into him. He gasped and writhed on the bed.
I turned to Nathan, who was on his knees now and took hold of his cock, running my tongue all over it. He then watched me squeeze some lube, groaning a little when I stoked it in. I leaned down and sucked a little pearl of juice from the end, then said, “Now fuck him.”
With a big smile, Nathan got down and, propped up on his hands over Ilya, started to fuck the crack of Ilya's smooth white ass, his cock sliding between the perfect cheeks. Ilya kept pushing his hips up and finally Nathan directed his cock so it caught on Ilya's hole. He stopped for a second, adjusting his hips, then pushed forward. I watched as his cock disappeared, stretching and caressing Ilya's tight asshole. Ilya began to swear in Russian, and I sat there stroking my own rock-hard prick, as my husband was fucked and fucked hard.
Nathan had discovered that he loves to be the top, he loves to be forceful – not aggressive – and Ilya also discovered he was more of a bottom than he thought. At least with Nathan. Soon the bed was gently rocking to the movements of Nathan's hips. I lay down, still stroking myself and watched. I could smell their bodies, all those delicious aromas of sex and cock. It was making me dizzy.
Then at one point Nathan looked at me, a bigger grin on his face. I didn't have to ask, I knew what he wanted. I spread my legs and let him position himself, let him push that already steel-hard prick into me. I was insane with the need to be fucked, and my ass was relaxed from the performance they had given me, and when his balls squished against my skin, when my cock was back in my fist, when he had adjusted himself so he could lean down and kiss me, Nathan started to fuck, and hard. The bed started to creak, and vibrate. I really hoped the people downstairs could hear everything.
Ilya moved around and gave me his dick to suck. Well, more accurately, he straddled my shoulders, leaned forward and drove his Russian cock into my mouth, gagging me in the way that I liked, his balls draping over my chin every time his cock filled my throat.
Suddenly I had gone from spectator to being in the middle of two slightly sweaty men, taking a cock from both ends. When the three of us were like that, with me in the middle, it was my favourite combination. It just felt right and I still managed to jerk myself in time with all the movements above me.
So when Nathan came, he did so with an almost yell, fucking me deep into the bed and Ilya, being Ilya, pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroking fast, said some more Russian things that I assumed were dirty and several long ropes of cum covered my face, and went into my mouth which set me off and my cock exploded, sending jets of cum that landed – I assumed - on Ilya's ass because I could feel is drizzling off and landing on my chest.
Nathan pulled himself out of me and leaned down, licked and sucked up all my cum, finishing by lapping clean Ilya's beautiful ass cheeks. They both collapsed on the bed on either side of me.
I took both of their hands and said, “I'm going to miss this so much...I'm going to miss you so much, Nathan.” I felt like I could dissolve in tears at any moment.
Nathan raised his head and looked at me a bit sadly. “Yeah. Me as well.”
Ilya said, “Let's not sink into a gloom just yet. We have two more days. Let's make the best of them.”
So we lay about for a while, then decided it was time for a late lunch. We had a shower together, all affectionate and cozy, kissing and soaping each other up, then made our way out of the room to the big staircase that led down to the main entrance.
As we came down the stairs, a young man was coming up with a tray of tea things. He was in a very simple light blue suit that contrasted beautifully with his light brown skin, and his wavy dark brown hair. His dark eyes shimmered. He was gorgeous. Ilya-level gorgeous. Beyond Ilya-level gorgeous. I gave him the nicest smile I could manage on short notice. He grinned at me in return which I took as at least an acknowledgement of something.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Ilya said, “Who on earth was that marvellous creature?”
Nathan chuckled and said, “Maybe we should order room service and find out?”
I liked the sound of that.
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We had a nice lunch in the slightly stuffy dining room, but the wine was cold and the server was charming. At one point, just to make sure, I casually said, “So...we can order service to our room, yes?”
Our server, a tall woman with short brown hair, said, “Oh yes. There should be a menu in your room. The bar as well.”
We went out the glass doors at the back to a long expanse of grass, and huge trees. Walking through the dappled light holding their hands, it felt like a perfect moment. Nathan stopped us and had Ilya and I leaned against a huge oak. He pulled out his phone and took a bunch of pictures. Suddenly we were in photo mode and spent some time commemorating, I realized. There's one that Ilya took of Nathan leaning against the tree looking off into the distance that to this day makes me happy. He's so beautiful and somehow, if he had slightly different clothes, it could be a pictures taken a century before. There's selfie of the three of us looking so very happy, our faces close, our arms around each other. I knew that one would be hard to look at in the future.
We ambled through the trees for a while. We lay on the grass, Ilya and Nathan's heads resting on my chest. It felt like the air around us was filled with all the things we weren't ready to say. But, as I trailed my fingers through their hair, the moment felt perfect.
Eventually we made our way back to the hotel, and up into our suite. I picked up the phone and ordered us some martinis, just to get things started. Being a posh hotel, I'm sure they were used to all sorts of requests that weren't part of anyone's regular life.
Ilya said, “Why don't we...well...get comfortable? I mean, if that fellow comes, we want to send the right message, if you know what I mean.”
Nathan burst out laughing. “You two are incorrigible. Did you do that with me?”
Ilya pulled Nathan in and hugged him. “No, darling. We just went on instinct. It worked, didn't it?”
Nathan kissed him and said, “Oh, I think so.”
I put on a pair of shorts that I think showed off my legs and my ass, and nothing else. Ilya and Nathan watched me and soon, all three of us were dressed the same. We draped ourselves on the big old sofa, virtually naked. I found myself getting excited seeing my two boys sitting there in their shorts, their bare chests so delectable. I pinched Ilya's nipple and kissed him, but he pushed me back and said, “Patience!”
After a little while, there was a knock at the door, then it opened. We were sitting decorously on the sofa, pretending to read papers or magazines. The stunning man had indeed brought our drinks. He stepped in and, seeing us, seemed to hesitate, but then came right in. He stood for a moment and looked at us, his eyes bright and a smile very slowly appeared on his face.
On the off-chance he was straight, I had prepared various explanations, but the little smile got bigger and I almost jumped up and kissed. He said, “Where shall I put these?”
I said, “You can put them on the table here,” indicating the table in front us. I watched as he put the tray down, then he stood up, glancing at the other two who were, I realized, sitting very close together, then back to me. I said, in my nicest, friendliest voice, “If you're not doing anything later, we'd love to have a drink with you....?”
For a second he didn't understand, then his face brightened, “Rahindra.”
I purred in response, “Only if you're not busy, Rahindra.”
Rahindra's smile got bigger and he said, “Thank you so much for the invitation, and I'd love to. Shall we say around ten?”
His formality was somehow exciting. I said, “That sounds perfect.”
With that Rahindra, to my amazement and pleasure, leaned down, took my hand and kissed it. Charming. Then he turned and left the room as if nothing had happened.
As soon as the door closed, Ilya chuckled and took my hand. “My husband, the procurer.”
But then he turned to me and started to kiss my chest, running his hands over the bulge in my shorts. I pushed him back and said, “Good things...”
Ilya grumbled, but reached for the martinis.
We had a lovely dinner – also brought by Rahindra who pretended as if he hadn't made a date with three men who were barely clothed. But he kept his sly smile on the whole time, and just before he left, he said, “Until later...”
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In preparation for ten, we each put on robes that the hotel had thoughtfully left for us. We were otherwise naked. I sat on the sofa with Ilya and Nathan sat across from us in a big old armchair. We sipped the champagne that Rahindra said was compliments of him and waited.
At five past ten, there was a soft knock at the door. I got up and let Rahindra in. He had changed from his formal suit to a pair of white shorts and nothing else. I realized he had dressed with the same spirit of when he saw us last. His legs were lean, but strong, with curly black hair. His chest hair was trimmed but thick, and his nipples were lighter and luscious-looking.
He said, “I'm grateful for the invitation...”
I handed him a glass of champagne. He took a sip, looking at us over the rim of the glass. I moved so I was standing beside him. He smelled as if he had just got out of the shower, all soapy and warm. His hair, I noticed, was still damp.
I said, “Do you live here?”
He laughed and said, “No, but we have a staff change room.”
Ilya said, “How convenient.” He stood up and I could tell he was on a mission to get thing started. He undid the belt of his robe and opened it. He said, “So Rahindra...what do you feel like doing?”
Ilya's cock was hard. He walked over to us and stood close. Rahindra, not phased in the least, reached out and took Ilya's cock in his hand, stroking it a little. He said, “What if I...?”, and he knelt down in front of Ilya, still holding his cock. But he was looking at me, so I got out of my robe. Nathan got up and did the same. As if we understood each other, the three of us surrounded the gorgeous boy so that our three cocks were pushing against him. We put our arms around each other and looked down as Rahindra began rather expertly to suck our cocks, one after the other, stroking the other two at the same time.
He did various other things, including reaching down and unfastening his shorts and pushing them down, revealing a surprisingly long, uncut cock, surrounded by more of that curly black hair. It was slightly curved to the left and I wanted desperately to get down and taste it, but Rahindra was too busy giving us attention.
He tried to suck two of us at the same time, and more or less managed to get a good bit of Nathan and Ilya's cocks in his mouth, while stroking mine. He was an expert.
But then he gently let us go and stood up. Were were surrounding him, so we enclosed him with our bodies, our cocks squishing up against various parts of him: his taut ass, against his very hard cock, his strong thighs. Ilya was closest to his ass, so he began to slide his cock in between the slightly hairy muscles. Rahindra gasped into my mouth – since I was kissing him languorously– and said, “Fuck, that feels amazing!”
Ilya managed to say, “Why don't we take this to the bed?”
So we led him to the big bed. I decided to get things started and pushed Rahindra backwards and climbed on top of him, grinding myself into his cock, feeling the pubic hair, his balls, and his long dick rubbing against me. He was an avid kisser and his tongue was all over my mouth, his fingers digging in between my ass cheeks. I moved down and nibbled on his nipples, one after the other, and licked the expanse of trimmed hair that tickled my tongue. Then I felt his legs spread and his thighs squeezing my hips. I took this as an invitation.
I pulled back and said, “Well....?”
He grabbed my cock and said, “Fucking do it, mate!”
Ilya, who had been watching, handed me some lube and when I was done, I gave it back, watching him push his fingers into Nathan, before pushing him backward, his cock plunging into him while Nathan gasped and swore. So I did the same. Rahindra was tight and warm, but he was eager and his legs crossed over my back as if he was pushing my hips forward.
When I started to fuck, he began to almost hum, interspersed with breathy sounds. Nathan could only make muffled sounds around Ilya' mouth, which was clamped over his. We made a lot of noise as the bed was complaining along with the sound of bodies slapping together, and our heavy breathing. After a while, I pulled out and said, “Let's trade places, Ilya.”
So we switched and Ilya and that supermodel of a boy came together, Ilya fucking fast and deep. I looked down at Nathan and it was different, suddenly. I felt a wash of love and I leaned down and kissed him, even though my back hurt and I kept kissing him until I couldn't breathe from sadness and from a volcanic orgasm that made me clench my body, my hips frantically thrusting, my cock exploding in him.
Ilya, suddenly beside me, pushed me aside, my cock still dribbling and he ploughed his cock into Nathan amid all my cum, and fucked him even harder. I turned to Rahindra and got myself in between his legs and began to jack his cock, sucking on the end, nursing the head of that long brown thing until he grabbed my head and jammed his hips up so his dick went deep into my throat. I could feel the cum spurting, then drooling into me, tasting sharp and sweet and thick.
Ilya finally leaned down and inhaled Nathan's mouth, and I could tell he was adding another load to mine in Nathan's ass. They kissed and Ilya kept fucking, and kissed some more.
I sat up, still swallowing and went over to them, my mouth joining theirs, three tongues entwining. I put my arm around Ilya's torso and pulled him down so the three of us were in a little pile, all sweaty and sticky from all our cum.
I heard Rahindra's voice say, “You three are so sweet...can I join?”
Ilya turned and pulled him down and the four of us snuggled together. I saw that Ilya was still hard somehow, so I shifted myself so that his cock could slide into me and while we lay there, he fucked me very gently which felt strangely intense after all that energy. Nathan leaned down and swallowed my cock, and somehow Rahindra found it in him to fuck Nathan from behind.
So we started all over again, only with an easy, relaxed groove. I finally came with a long moan, and Rahindra followed soon after with a louder one. Ilya held my chest and bit my shoulder as I felt him vibrate in that way he has when he cums and then we were spent. Exhausted.
Eventually, I pulled myself off Ilya's cock and got us some water. When I turned from the little kitchenette, I could see into the bedroom. Nathan and Ilya were curled up together under the quilt. Rahindra had come out of the bedroom and was pulling his shorts on. I took him in my arms and kissed him, saying, “We're here until Monday morning, so...”
He smiled sweetly then said, “I can tell you three need some quality time...but thanks.” I was impressed by his perceptiveness.
Then I had a thought. I knew he could never be Nathan, nor replace him in any way, but he was clearly a very sweet, gracious and incredibly sexy fellow, so I said, “Yeah, but Rahindra...we like you, so...give me your details. Let's do this again some time.”
I didn't tell him that Nathan wouldn't be there, but given how close he worked to Heath and Reach, what could be more convenient for Ilya and I?
He handed my phone back. He lived in Leighton Buzzard which, just up the road from Heath and Reach, was awfully convenient indeed. I said, “See you sooner, right?”
He kissed me and nodded, then slipped out the door. I realized he needed to be discreet since I'm sure he wasn't meant to be fucking the guests.
I went back to our room and joined the other two in bed where we slept until mid-morning. We dragged ourselves out of the room for lunch, then another walk, then back to bed. We were loving and eager and we very studiously didn't talk about the fact that our little menage was going to be coming to an end. I fucked Ilya, Ilya fucked Nathan, I fucked Nathan, Nathan fucked me...Ilya and I even tried to fuck Nathan at the same time, which was fun to try, but was not actually possible.
Early Monday morning, at around five, Ilya and I both sucked Nathan's beautiful cock until he fed us a surprisingly healthy dose of cum, despite having cum in my ass only two hours before. We shared it between us as Nathan watched and it felt a little ritualistic, as if by swallowing his cum, we were taking him in other ways as well. The three of us kissed until the sun rose and then we had to leave.
The drive into London was sad. I found myself thinking about the previous five months with Nathan, about the singularity of what the three of us had created with each other. I had the sense that that sort of thing didn't happen very often and, I also realized, I didn't want it to. It's not like we were looking for a third to fall in love with, it just happened. And Nathan, I know, was certainly not looking for it either. But there we were, in love.
The fact that it had to end – at least in the form it had been for those months – seemed almost right. These kinds of things couldn't last. Maybe shouldn't last. They have to transform into a different relationship, with different energy and focus. But it was sad, nonetheless, to imagine that this feeling of closeness between three people would become something perhaps less intense, more everyday, just – and I hated the thought – on the level of friendship.
We drove back to Heath and Reach and, standing beside Nathan's car, the three of us held each other, finally acknowledging the impending separation. We kissed him and he drove away. I could barely talk I felt so much pain, but we got ourselves ready to leave, we hugged Sabrina, kissed our son and left for the City. But everything felt different. Ilya was quiet and we held hands all the way. We had, at least, each other.
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