What's a Boy to Do (2 page)

I’m sure I looked stupid, but they didn’t seem to mind. Jake grabbed the tie and pulled me to him for another heart-stopping kiss. Z gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him. He rubbed his denim-clad cock against me. The material was rough against my skin, but I could feel the hard hungry press of his sex. I knew he wanted my ass; he always did. His lust for my butt was the gayest thing about him. A few seconds later, his fingers parting my cheeks proved I was right. I made a disgruntled noise at his dry probing and reached over my head to grab the can of Crisco from its home atop the refrigerator. I shoved it behind me, and the laugh in his chest rumbled against my back; but when the press of his fingers returned, they were slick with a thick coating of shortening. His finger penetrated me the same time Jake bit my lip to remind me he was there. Their unrehearsed timing almost undid me. I gasped and grabbed hold of Jake. I stood panting, trapped between them; I wouldn’t have been able to form a protest if I had wanted to voice one.

Z’s fingers stretching me in preparation for him forced me to pull my mouth away from Jake’s before I bit him. Z found my prostate and pressed it firmly, pulling a choked cry from me as my head fell back against his shoulder. He rubbed and stretched me with more knowledge than any straight guy should ever have of another man’s body. I was zoned out, lost in the pleasure when Jake went to his knees in front of me. His mouth skimmed over my belly, and I felt his breath on my dick the moment before he took it into his mouth. I have a pretty cock: six inches, circumcised, and with a nice width. Jake moaned at the weight of it on his tongue, a sound that curled the lust in my belly into even tighter knots. He had given his first blow job when he’d gone down on me a few weeks before; he was a natural. He loved the taste and feel of cock in his mouth and wasn’t shy about showing it.

He sucked me hard into his mouth and wrapped his hand around what he couldn’t manage. I held his head, my fingers sliding in the thick satin of his hair, tangling in the slight curl. I tried to control the forward rock of my hips so I didn’t choke him, but the slick slide of his tongue cupped against my dick and the hard pull as he sucked made it difficult. I wanted to bury myself in his mouth, to see his lips flush against the base, pubic hair tickling his nose. He wanted it too. I could hear it in the eager little noises he was making and feel it in the way he kept trying to swallow more. He didn’t back off until he gagged, and then he tried again without hesitation.

My balls pulled up tight against my body in hard knots. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I became aware of the rhythmic movement of his arm against my leg and realized he’d opened his pants and was jacking his dick. That knowledge brought a hot spurt of precum that Jake lapped up eagerly. He had swallowed the first time he gave me head, even though I’d explained he didn’t have to. I never swallowed, but he wanted to and had every time since. Knowing that he would let me shoot my load down his throat made it difficult to hold off the inevitable. My threatening orgasm was becoming painful to control, but I wasn’t ready for this to end—not yet.

Z’s cock replaced his fingers. I could feel the broad head pushing against me, and I forced myself to relax, though the pull of Jake’s mouth on my dick made it next to impossible. He tightened my ass cheeks every time he got a fraction closer to swallowing me.

Z was circumcised and his dick was longer than mine though not as big around. It was a perfect dick for butt-fucking. I didn’t like huge dicks in my ass; Z’s was always a pleasure. He slid into my body with practiced ease. He was still holding the wrapper for the condom, and the foil dug into my hip when he grabbed me. He must have gotten it out of a drawer when I was preoccupied. It didn’t surprise me that there were condoms in the kitchen. Z liked to fuck, and he didn’t like hunting for the necessary things to make it happen. He probably had condoms stuffed in the mailbox.

He filled me and paused. His chest heaved against my back as he panted against the back of my neck, trying to regain control. Then I felt his teeth rake my skin, and he began to move. He pumped with a steady movement, his dick sliding in and out of my ass, pressing my prostate with each pass. I bucked back against him, but Jake’s mouth pulled me forward insistently as he sucked and licked. The combination of mouth and dick drove me out of my mind. One hand fisted in Jake’s hair and the other clawed at Z’s hip, trying to pull him in closer, force him deeper into my body. Standing as we were was a bad angle for depth, and I liked to be fucked hard. My breathing had been reduced to sobbing pants as I tried and failed to find my equilibrium. Z huffed a laugh against my shoulder and changed his angle trying to give me what I wanted.

Jake came first. He lost his rhythm sucking me for a second; he choked out a cry around my dick that I was sure was my name. He always said my name when he came. I felt the hot spatter of his cum on my legs, and he sagged a little, settling all the way onto the floor on his ass instead of resting on his knees. He looked up at me and his glassy eyes met mine. My cock still stretched his mouth, and with our gazes locked, he began sucking again. I felt the warning curl of heat in the base of my spine and barely had time to call out a warning before I came as Z’s fingers dug into my hips and he slammed hard into me.

Jake swallowed as much of my cock as he could manage and let the hot cum coat the back of his throat. I would throw up all over him if I tried that. He sucked me until my cock stopped pumping strings of cum, and I pulled him off because the heightened sensitivity of my dick made even his gentle licking painful. He looked up at me again and took my softened cock back into his mouth. His nose pressed against my pubic hair, and he wrapped one hand around my ankle. He moved his tongue against my cock, causing the sort of sensations that made me shudder but left me unable to pull away.

Z was still fucking me. He was no wimp when it came to holding off his orgasm, but even with the condom I could tell he was building quickly toward his climax. The scene we had just played out was too much for his self-control, and I felt his hips stutter their warning as he pushed harder into my body. He lost his rhythm in a frantic attempt to chase down his orgasm. When he caught it, his head hit the refrigerator as he arched backward, crying out as he came. I sagged between them, sated and well used.

It was then, when it was far too late, that my brain woke up and tried to make sense out of what had just happened. It certainly wasn’t a sudden attraction between Z and Jake. They hadn’t looked at one another a single time during the encounter. I was sure they had never touched one another, not even by accident. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but with my libido quieted worry began to set in.

Z pulled out and took off the condom. He knotted it and tossed it into the trash at the end of the counter. He nuzzled the back of my neck, and I could feel the movement of his hands adjusting his dick and closing his pants. Jake got to his feet and kissed me, his mouth tender on mine. He was tucking his equipment away as well, and in a matter of seconds, I was the only one left naked. Being naked alone was not quite as hot as it had been fifteen minutes earlier. It turned out I didn’t have to worry. No one spoke. Jake went to check on Alec, and Z led me to his room. The three of us slept in his bed that night, piled together, with me in the middle and no parts of the other two touching. I was still in my socks and tie, and they never undressed, but whenever I tried to get up two voices made discouraging noises and two sets of hands pulled me back, settling me where they wanted me.

“Goodnight, baby.” Z’s voice was a whisper in my ear. It was a joke. Endearments from Z were always a joke, but tonight, for the first time, it didn’t feel like one. When I woke up the next morning, Jake and Alec were gone, but Jake had left a note.

“I’ll be back. Make sure he knows it.”

I had to laugh, spending time with Jake and Z had been taken to a whole new level. I wondered if I was going to survive.

Diane Adams
wrote her first stories in high school, but life interfered and the notebooks were packed away and forgotten. There were jobs, a series of them, and children... a series of them as well and not a lot of time left over for daydreams. A few years ago, after the first of the series of children were almost grown Diane discovered fan fiction and a dreamer was reborn. She enjoyed some success as a fan fiction writer, gathered a strong following, and won quite a few awards. It was nice, but the real dream was to have that same success as a writer of original fiction exploring worlds of her own creation. That dream is, at long last, coming true.

She tweets at https://twitter.com/d_adams. You may contact Diane at [email protected].

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