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“Oh God!” Garrett’s hips jerked with the bed now. Logan buried his face in Garrett’s flesh, fighting with him, holding him captive under his arm. He sucked Garrett’s cock to the back of his throat.

“Damn you, Logan! Get your finger….”

Oh but he
so
didn’t think so. Logan twirled his finger higher, in fact, he added two more and stretched Garrett’s ass as he drank from his dick.

Logan’s hips arched for Sam and he slapped his butt. Logan moaned, rolled his eyes and buried his fingers deeper in Garrett. He sucked him with a purpose, and a driven desire inflamed with lust. Oh yes, he wanted to drink the man’s fresh spill. He continued to scissor his fingers into Garrett’s ass, and finally, Garrett unleashed a wilder fuck. His throat sounded dry when he cried out his name, but holy sweet hell, he yelled it all the same.

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Garrett gripped Logan’s head between his sweaty palms. He sat on the bed, and then rose to the floor. Once he stood on his bare feet, he fucked—damn it all—he hammered a pretty boy’s mouth until he couldn’t breathe and then he fell back against the bed ready for anything.

He found everything he wanted in a sexual partner, and more.

“Holy shit, man. Don’t fucking… stop.” He gripped the sheets as his cum sprayed down the back of Logan’s throat. He felt like he walked on air, like he often felt when he danced with Darcy across the open space of his rooftop. He felt alive and free, totally mesmerized by Logan as he filled his sweet cheeks with every drop of his pleasure.

“Good, huh?” Sam fisted his cock and slid into Logan’s ass.

“You have no idea.”

“I have some,” he said with a confident smile.

The pulsing pressure, the remains of a truly gratifying orgasm continued to tickle Garrett’s dick as he watched Sam move into Logan.

“That’s it, cowboy,” Logan called over his shoulder before he returned his gaze to Garrett, “I like a man who can give it to me...” his jaw dropped open and his hooded eyes fell over his beautiful pupils,

“hard…ah yeah, that’s it.” He had a difficult time talking as Sam clenched his teeth and pounded into his ass.

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playfully on her finger then she issued a shamie-shame toward Garrett, scraping one finger over another much like they did when they were kids.

Since she’d died, she’d revisited Garrett often. Sometimes she appeared in his dreams, but most often she visited when he dated or tried to date, which held a little more accuracy, other women. When she’d overheard his plans to return home for the holidays, she’d arrived in her ghost form and remained at his side as a constant. She didn’t talk to him very much, but he imagined the sultry playfulness in the words she might want to say.

“Ooh now baby, that’s good.” Logan purred like Garrett remembered Darcy used to do, particularly during oral sex. She loved it when Garrett ate her pussy but he never cared much for it. In fact, she once suggested gay movies during their lovemaking. She claimed it turned her on and later he realized the truer motive. It turned
him
on and it kept him hard long enough to please her again and again.

He closed his eyes as he imagined Darcy. Her beautiful breasts were something an artist would perhaps capture in a romantic depiction of a woman exposed. Yet, he never looked at them the way he believed she most desired. Instead he only appreciated her flawless beauty. In some ways, he looked at Darcy’s body as a creative masterpiece, one he explored, but never fully understood.

Sam bit his lower lip and then cursed when Logan moved. “Fuck!

Hold still.”

Garrett’s focus dropped to Logan’s hand pulling at his own cock.

He looked like he suffered from a too stout erection as his face twisted into a carnal expression. He continued to tug at his cock, his eyes nearly pleading with Garrett for some sort of intervention. Sam buried deeper and deeper. “Come on, baby, get those hips gyrating this way.” He slapped his hand over Logan’s ass and Garrett flinched.

Logan panted. The desire in the room whipped around them as Logan’s hunger appeared inscribed all over his body. His large hand wrapped around his own cock as the mushroom head peered over his
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own clenched fist. He bit down on his lip, cursed, and then sighed as Sam occasionally hit a spot Logan apparently liked more than others.

Sam’s moves appeared calculated as he thrust into his lover. He smoothed his hand over Logan’s flank and then smacked him again.

“Ouch, baby! Be easy back there.”

“You want easy? Call a hooker. You want a man? Ride the one you’ve got. If you do it right, I might let you have it again tonight.”

He slapped him again. This time, Logan hollered out Sam’s name and Sam yelled only for Garrett.

Logan ducked his head, released his fisted dick, and pressed up on his palms. He looked down at his own urgent calling. Garrett didn’t miss it. It hung freely between his legs, swaying a bit to the left or right as Sam pumped his sweet cock into Logan’s ass.

“Wanna?” Logan glanced back up at Garrett and invited him.

“I…”

“One time, just take my cock one time. If you like it, keep at it. If you don’t, no problem. Oh, shit! Damn it, Sam!” More slaps sounded out as a grand invitation to join them.

Sam grabbed Logan’s hips and then worked his cock deeper.

“That’s it baby. Hang on, let me get mine. Don’t act like a greedy…uh yeah! Fuck yeah! That’s it. Move with me.”

Logan moved forward and stopped Sam cold.

“What the fuck?” He gritted his teeth and stared at Logan and then Garrett. “I swear, I’m going to beat your ass if you don’t—”

“If I don’t what?” Logan snipped. “I want Garrett to suck my cock-a-poo.” He didn’t whine—though some men might think it sounded similar to one—he purred. In a slow southern drawl, he crawled onto the bed and bit Garrett playfully on the hip. “Come on lover, give me some attention.”

“I’ll show you some. I’ll even spice it up, flavor it real nice for you. Now, get your ass over here so I can love you.” Sam pulled Logan in front of him again and Garrett watched in amusement as he 22

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yanked Logan from the bed and then kissed Logan’s neck with his eyes keenly focused on
him
.

With a wicked tongue lingering over Logan’s lean neck, he nipped at his flesh and then kissed his way over his cheek. With a rough, masculine grip, he turned Logan’s head to the side. He held him in place and kissed him with a French kiss that was maddening to watch.

While he sucked his tongue and nibbled at his lips, Sam fisted his cock and ran it over Logan’s hip.

Garrett watched Darcy. She tilted her head and then pointed her finger at them. Nodding, she seemed to give her approval, encourage his participation.

Sam continued to kiss all over Logan. His tongue reached for Logan’s but his eyes called out to Garrett. He held Garrett in a fiery trance. It drove him insane to watch two men kiss, fondle, and satisfy one another with such an unselfish love.

Garrett wanted some of the action but he realized to join in and participate meant a little more to these two. They didn’t take someone to their bed unless they planned to keep them there. He’d watched them take one other man into their home and he stayed for nearly a year before he returned to a former lover.

“Kiss us, Garrett,” Logan said when Sam broke the kiss. “Come over here and let us take care of you.”

Garrett didn’t mean to move but he did. Sam’s cock twitched against Logan’s hip.

“Hold on, big boy.” Logan patted Sam on the cock, a quick love pat as he rubbed his rear against him.

“I’ll show you, big boy,” Sam hissed as the tip of his cock disappeared in between Logan’s ass cheeks, just enough to let Garrett know he decided to take the plunge and bury his cock deep into the walls of his lover.

“Wait.” Garrett stared at the dresser, at the woman who didn’t exist, yet truly stood out in the room now. Her arms reached for him and he wanted to go to her. He wanted to wrap her tight against his
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body and save her, save her from the world where she existed now, and the one she’d somewhat left behind. He couldn’t do it because she made it impossible. Floating to the ceiling, he watched as she spread her arms out from above, like she used her arms to paddle back and forth in a drifting motion across the room.

With a gasp, Logan stared in disbelief. “Holy shit.”

Garrett swallowed hard as he watched her raise her pale-white gown. She seemingly allowed them to strip it away from her as Logan and Sam continued to touch one another.

Sam didn’t act impressed with another Darcy appearance. Then again, Sam rarely noticed a woman’s body. Comfortable in his sexuality, Darcy’s friendship with Sam began early in their lives.

Seeing Darcy nude wasn’t anything great or life-changing for him. At one time, Darcy used to comment on Sam’s size. She once said he zipped up a ‘massive cock’ and Garrett always suspected Sam and Darcy of some early experimentation. He never asked questions.

Sam finally grasped the full concept of a ghost among them, and cursed under his breath. “Damn it all. She wants to control this situation too.” Mumbling, he stared at her. “Damn it, Darcy. Go rest in peace. Lord knows I’m not going to have any until you do.”

“Thought you didn’t believe in ghosts,” Garrett said.

“I don’t,” Sam said.

He did now. His expression said it all as Darcy smiled at Sam and he fought back the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Logan watched her weightless body float around them, opening her arms and then closing them again, flashing a smile worth more than words.

“Darcy, you want us to take care of him, don’t you, sweetie?”

Logan asked Darcy the question she already answered, if actions spoke out louder than words.

“I’ll take good care of him.” Sam gritted his teeth then snarled as he pumped his cock into his hand again. “But first, somebody is gonna have to take care of me.”

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Darcy moved back to the dresser. She took her seat on top of it once more and crossed her legs as she waited, watched, expected.

Damn her for being a ghost in the first place.

Logan rolled over on his back and drew Sam in for a quick kiss. “I have an idea.”

“I hope so because I need a cold shower.”

Logan’s lips pursed and he rolled his eyes upward before he lowered his voice. “He wants to fuck us, just not in front of, you know who.” He dropped his voice an octave and extended his thumb in the direction of the dresser, where Darcy sat twirling her thin locks.

Rolling her eyes as dramatically as she typically did when she walked among the living, she hopped down from the dresser and marched over to the bed and plopped down. Lying on her back, she giggled as she waved her hand in front of Logan.

“Okay, that’s it. You’re a nuisance of a ghost,” Logan turned his back to her.

Sam studied her, gave her the attention she desired. “Yeah, she is.” He rubbed his two-day old beard. “But we always had a pending agreement, didn’t we, Darce?” Her eyes narrowed, while his danced with amusement.

“Oh tell all. I can’t wait.” Logan’s flamboyant ways took hold and he rolled over on his belly to watch Darcy closer.

Sam chuckled. “We never spied on one another under the mistletoe.”

Garrett took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He knew exactly where these two placed the mistletoe—over the sofa in the living room. He felt certain the strategic place where it had been placed wasn’t by accident.

A sudden frown replaced the satisfying gleam on Darcy’s face.

With understanding, she crawled up on the bed and began to study her hands as if her transparent form saw manicured nails or something on her fingertips.

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Logan jumped from the bed and tugged gently at Sam’s cock.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

“Mistletoe.” Sam sneered.

“Oh baby, I’ve got
your mistletoe
right here.” He fisted his cock and wiggled it in Sam’s direction before quickly added, “And I have plenty of it to go around.”

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The men walked into the living room proud and anxious. Garrett felt more assertive, more confident of the new sexuality he’d discovered. They all realized Darcy kept her word and in all the years Garrett had known her, he’d never known her to break it. She didn’t go back on a promise.

Logan led them to the sofa bed he’d made for Garrett, where he’d slept the night before. Garrett had a feeling he wouldn’t sleep at all now. Logan waltzed over to the large Christmas tree and plugged in the lights. It lit up the room with a romantic holiday feel but the sensuality of the mood found there dimmed in its refusal to remain soft like a well orchestrated ballad. Need prevailed.

Sam’s hunger pangs were obvious, his hard-on stout with desire.

The pre-cum glowed, not just glistened, in the white and red lights bouncing from the ornaments and greenery.

Sam turned to Garrett and watched him. He looked down at his cock, swiped his luscious tongue across his lower lip and then pleaded with him by body language alone. He took his thick dick into his palm and began a hand job on his own before he reached for Garrett. Once Logan wrapped his hand around Sam’s dick, Garrett allowed them to take over.

Logan moved closer to Garrett in an instant. His excitement and enthusiasm seemingly seeped between them as his erection forced some measure of separation between bodies. They all kissed as they knelt on the couch, one by one. Tongues dueled, and they fought for control over the kiss and yet no one lost, no one won.

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Their dicks erect and ready, Logan shifted his weight and Garrett realized the incredible opportunity unfolding before him. He was going to fuck and be fucked. He almost came before he had time to grasp the concept.