by Grey, Aspen
Unable to hold back any longer, I swung my body around and mounted his face in a sixty-nine, slipping my dick—which was dripping with my own precum—through his open, eager lips.
The warmth and wetness enveloped me and I had to stop myself from thrusting forward and forcing all of my inches down his throat. So I held back and let him get used to it. But to my surprise, Ollie reached up with both of his hands, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, urging me to go deeper.
Holy shit!
So, I did as I was told and drove my cock deeper into his throat until the sticking point. Ollie gagged, causing his cock to flex in his mouth and his entire body to clench up. I felt the gag, but he fought through it and I slid all the way down until his nose was pressed against my balls and he’d swallowed my entire cock.
Wow! This boy’s got some skill!
Chapter Twenty-Two
Arthur
As I watched Sid and Ollie go at it in front of me, doing a full-blown sixty-nine on the bed, I felt shocked that I wasn’t as jealous as I’d expected. I’d thought I would be fighting back my emotions, struggling with the decision I’d made to share my fated-mate with another alpha, but to my complete and utter shock and surprise, I was actually kind of turned on.
Not by Sid—at least not directly—but by watching Ollie enjoy himself. He had kissed Sid with such passion, even biting his lip hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, and his face had filled with such desire when Sid took his cock into his mouth, that it actually pleased me. His enjoyment pleased me.
My dick was hard beneath my pants, actually hurting as it struggled against the fabric which barely fit around my body, so I decided to join the fun. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, letting my dick spring out like the main mast of a sailboat. I peeled them off and kicked them aside as the other two went at each other, discarded my shirt and started to pleasure myself to what was going on in front of me.
I never watched much porn—I was more of a real thing kind of guy—but I didn’t need to know that what was happening now was way, way hotter than watching two strangers who were being paid to do what they were doing. This was real, raw passion and lust playing out in front of me, and beyond that, it was my fated-mate’s fantasy.
“Ah, I wish I didn’t gag!” Ollie gasped as he pulled his lips from Sid’s cock, which admittedly was a big one. His lips and some of his cheeks were covered with saliva and probably some of Sid’s precum, making his face shine like he’d just finished a workout.
I’ll give you a workout, I thought as I took a step forward towards the action, using my thumb and forefinger to jerk my dick with long slow strokes. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Part of me wanted to join in—Ollie’s pretty little puckered hole was inviting and glistening with his legs bent up like that—but the other part of me thought I should hang back and give them their time together. After all, we’d already had our time alone already.
So, I took a seat in the chair, spread my legs nice and wide, coated my palm in some of my precum and began to slowly work my cock as I watched them go at it.
“You’re doing so well,” Sid said sweetly as he reintroduced his cock to Ollie’s mouth. Ollie’s hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper. He really wanted to be able to deep-throat that whole thing, and I admired his effort.
“That’s it,” Sid said, his voice low. “Nice. Take it all. There you go.”
Ollie coughed, gagged and slapped his hand on Sid’s ass, signaling to him to pull back. Sid did, smiled, and sat back on his feet, letting his wet cock stand out straight from his body, dangling over Ollie’s smiling face.
“So close!” he laughed, reaching up and playing his fingers over Sid’s shaft.
“You’ll get it eventually,” Ollie replied. “And it won’t even be a problem.”
Ollie glanced over at me, and I could see from his eyes that he was searching for my approval. It was important to him that I was fully on board with this, and even though there was a tiny seed in the back of my mind that was still jealous and wanted him all to myself, everything else I was feeling overpowered it. I nodded to him with a smile that let him know that everything was okay.
His eyes lit up when he saw that, and I felt a piece of my ego swell as he glanced down at my cock and parted his lips slightly. It wasn’t quite an invitation, but it was enough for me. Just knowing that he wanted me was enough for now. After all, I was sharing, right?
Still, his sweet little hole was dripping with slick and my dick was hard and lusting to be inside of him.
Fuck, this is hard!
Not the idea of sharing him, but the self-control required to hold myself back from kneeling down in front of him and driving my dick into his hole as far as it would go. But obviously Sid had the same idea, got up and circled around Ollie and knelt back down, positioning himself for penetration.
Yes, fuck him!
The thought jumped into my mind with such speed that it shocked me. I hadn’t even seen it coming, and for a moment, couldn’t even believe it had come to me.
You want to see Sid fuck Ollie?
I wanted to see Ollie happy. I wanted everything he wanted to come true for him, but it was such a drastic shift in attitude from before that I could hardly believe what I was feeling. But as I took a deep breath, I realized what at least part of it was.
Their scents.
They blended together so perfectly; Ollie’s sweet banana cream and Sid’s ginger, that it was clear that they were meant to be together. We all were. So when Ollie looked down at his hole as Sid pressed the tip of his cock against it, I wasn’t jealous, I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t combative—I was excited.
“Fuck him, Sid,” I told him. The other alpha looked over at me—the first time he had since it all began—with surprise. But when he saw the look on my face, he understood. He looked back at Ollie, grabbed his cock with one hand like a joystick, and thrust his cock inside.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ollie
My entire body shook as Sid penetrated me. My hole stretched around his strong, thick, alpha girth, and I gasped as he slid all the way inside, not hesitating for even a moment. I guess that all the dick sucking had broken down any ability he had to hold back.
“Oh, that’s nice! Oh, that’s nice! Oh, that’s nice!” I stammered as I struggled to get used to something so big being inside of me. But Sid wasn’t fucking around. He didn’t hang back—he started fucking me. And it wasn’t nice, soft, easy strokes either. He pounded me.
His balls slapped against me with each stroke. His thighs slapped against my hamstrings. I could feel tiny droplets and beads of my slick spray upon impact. He grabbed my hip bones with both of his strong hands and pulled me into him with each stroke, enhancing the power he used to fuck me. It was incredible.
I felt so small and helpless under his control, and I loved that. I was the omega and he was an alpha and that was that. It was the way it was supposed to be as far as I was concerned. His hands almost wrapped all the way around my waist as he gripped me. Even if I wanted to get away I wouldn’t have been able to.
As if!
“Take me,” I hissed at him. “Take me, Sid! Do what you want with me!”
And he did.
He leaned backwards, forcing me on top of him. For a moment, I was disappointed. I didn’t want to be on top! I wanted him to do everything like he was supposed to, but then, when he started using his hands to make me fuck him…everything was awesome.
“Put your feet under you,” he instructed me. I did as I was told so I was completely squatting on his cock, and braced myself against his chest with both hands.
You’re a pornstar, I thought with a smile. But any illusion of control I may have had was just that—an illusion. His hands guided me up and down on his shaft, bringing me up high enough that I almost came off of him, then slamming me back down with such force that I thought I would hurt him.
Don’t be silly. He’s a powerhouse!
My cock stood up straight as he fucked me. I was completely hard with a cock in my ass. Normally that didn’t happen. Normally I couldn’t stay fully erect while being fucked. It wasn’t that I wasn’t turned on, it was just one of those things. Sensory overload maybe. When I wanted to come I could stroke myself to orgasm, but with Sid inside of me, I was harder than ever.
“I want to see that ass,” Sid told me. His praise filled me with pride. “Spin around on that cock, you little spinner.”
Little spinner? I loved it. I smiled at him and lowered myself forward onto my knees, planting a kiss on his gorgeous lips before beginning to reposition myself. He helped me, taking my leg and guiding it over his chest as I spun around on his dick, keeping it inside me until I moved from cowgirl (or maybe cowboy?) to reverse-cowgirl (or reverse-cowboy). Feeling sexy as all Hell, I leaned forward and arched my back to give him the best angle possible.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growled. He spanked me hard on the right cheek, causing me to jump and clench down on his dick.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” I muttered, looking over at Arthur who was stroking his cock quickly, obviously enjoying the show.
That, more than anything, filled me with happiness. Fucking Sid—or rather, being fucked by Sid—was incredible, but would have been completely soured if Arthur’s jealousy had gotten the best of him. It would have been like the world’s most delicious ice cream sundae with a disgusting core of mustard and mayonnaise that ruined everything once you got nice and deep into it.
But thankfully, Arthur’s face was nothing but approval and desire, turning the core of that sweet sundae into marshmallow sauce (my favorite) with salted-caramel chocolate ice cream at the bottom of the dish.
What are you doing thinking about food at a time like this?
Another spank from Sid’s strong hand snapped me out of (or slapped me out of) my analogy and brought me back to the moment.
“That’s right,” Sid growled behind me as I moved my hips up and down with his guidance. “Take all of that cock into your ass.”
From that angle, he hit my sweet spot perfectly, which drove me into a brain-melting realm of ecstasy.
“Yeah, make me take it,” I told him.
As I watched Arthur, an idea came into my mind. I wasn’t absolutely sure how Sid would feel about it, but I was 99 percent sure he’d be into it. So, I looked over at Arthur, who was still stroking his enormous dick, opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out. It was an invitation, and he knew it. He’d been courteous keeping to himself over in the corner and watching, but being tag-teamed by them was an insane fantasy of mine,
Arthur got up, but hesitated and glanced over me at Sid. I couldn’t see his reaction, but I could tell by Arthur’s that it was one of approval. Arthur’s lips curled into a sly smile as he walked over to me, naked as the day he was born and looking like a male fitness model. He stopped just inches away from me, his scent washing over me like a warm tropical breeze, and presented his cock to me.
I opened my mouth and took it. I tasted his precum, which had coated his dick for lube, and as I rode Sid, allowed Arthur to basically face-fuck me.
I wasn’t able to control what I was doing—not while I bounced up and down on Sid’s thick dick. Arthur had to do everything, but that was okay. No—that was perfect.
I was completely under their control. Two alphas who had had their differences (and that was putting it mildly) now both double-teaming me and basically using me for their pleasure. And that was what I wanted—to please them. I was their tiny little spinner fucktoy and they were having their way with me, using both of my holes to pleasure their monstrous alpha cocks.
Use me, my fated-mates. Use me!
“Fuck, that’s good,” Arthur said as he massaged my cheeks, feeling how they bulged out around his girth. “Your mouth’s so warm and wet…”
“His ass is fucking amazing,” Sid remarked as he gripped my waist and began to slam me down harder and faster.
“I know,” Arthur replied.
They’re agreeing on that? I thought with absolute delight. This couldn’t possibly go any better!
“Give me your cum,” I said, pulling my lips from Arthur’s cock. But he wasn’t having any of that. He grasped my head and brought me back to where I was supposed to be and put his dick back where it belonged.
“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he told me. “I’ll paint that pretty little face of yours.”
“Mmm, that makes two of us,” Sid said from behind me as he picked up his pace. My eyes bulged out of my skull as I took it. He felt like he was going to pound my insides out of me.
He’s digging to China!
But I felt his dick swell to the breaking point and knew his orgasm was approaching. Arthur’s dick was there too. They were both about to pop, and as this was our first time doing this, I wanted nothing more than to be completely drenched by both of them. For the first time since this had begun, I took control.
I lifted myself off of Sid’s dick and threw myself down onto my back before them both, stroking my cock furiously as I looked up at their glorious, chiseled, sweating bodies. They understood instantly, and took their places on either side of me, legs spread, cocks hard and proud above me, like two statues that had been carved with the specific intent of glorifying male sexuality.
Holy shit, this is amazing!
I felt my own release swell within me. My balls tightened with the cum that was ready to burst out of me like someone had struck oil in the Canadian tundra. But above me was the real show.
Sid was first. His abs contracted and his hips bucked forward.
“I’m coming!” he growled and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as his load shot out of his swollen tip and cascaded down across my body like a warm fountain of nectar.
“Fuck!” I gasped as my orgasm came right up behind his. I forced my eyes to stay open as my own dick shot cum that spewed into the air above me before splashing back down on my stomach.
“Take this!” Arthur snarled, squatting down and aiming his cock straight at my face.
He’s going to give me a facial! I thought as I continued to come.
The first shot of his came out with such speed that it shocked me. It blasted straight over my tongue and into the back of my throat, which caused me to cough and cry out.
“Wow!”
He jerked quickly as shot after shot streaked down and painted my face with his sweet seed, coating me with its warm wetness.
“Ah, that’s nice,” I said quickly. “That’s nice, that’s nice, that’s soooooooo nice.”
My head collapsed back off the edge of the mattress, thumping on the floor. But I didn’t mind—not one bit. I was dick drunk, covered in cum from both of my fated-mates and that was all I could think about.
“You know, I’ve gotta say,” Sid said. “That was pretty fucking hot.”
“You know what, Sid?” Arthur replied. “I think you and I finally agree on something.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sid
We were all a mess—not as much as Ollie, of course—and decided to take a shower together, but Ollie’s tiny little bathroom had an even tinier shower that could barely fit one. So we had to take turns, which of course then led to a conversation about living circumstances.
“Well, we can’t have this now, can we?” Arthur remarked as we both leaned against opposite walls of the bathroom watching Ollie wash the copious amounts of cum from his body. It was hot as Hell and both of us were equally chubbed up contemplating a round two.
“What’s that?” Ollie asked.
“A tiny-ass bathroom!” I said, answering for Arthur.
“A tiny-ass shower,” he corrected me. “There’s nothing more fun than showering with your steady. Am I right?”
“Your steady?” Ollie laughed. “What is this, 1955?”
“You’ve never heard that expression? Save water—shower with a steady?”
I shrugged and so did Ollie. Arthur shook his
head. “Uncultured heathens.”
“Heathens?!” I burst out laughing. “Arthur, you are just full of all kinds of fun stuff.”
“Oh, he is,” Ollie smirked with his little double entendre. He turned off the water and looked at both of us, waiting for someone to hand him a towel. But Arthur and I both waited for a few more seconds, admiring the view before giving in.
“Oh, you two are naughty,” Ollie smiled. “I’m so glad you are getting along now.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Arthur replied in that guy way of wanting to avoid getting too sappy. “So, if we’re going to do this—we’re going to need a place to live, and no offense, Ollie, your place just isn’t going to cut it for the three of us.”
“No offense taken,” Ollie replied. “I’m not hung up on this place.”
“What about your place, Sid?” Arthur asked.
“Yours is no good?”
“Well, I share mine with my ex-boyfriend,” he groaned. “And I just don’t even want to go there with him. It’ll just be drama, he won’t want to move out, he’ll try to win me back. It’ll be a whole huge thing that would be best if we could just avoid.”
“My place it is then!” I laughed. “I hope you don’t mind huge, huge rats!”
Ollie squealed. “Oh, stop it!”
Arthur headed back to his place to get a few things while Ollie packed up some essentials. Then, he and I headed over to my place. It was only a short drive from his apartment, as we both lived in Pacific Beach. When we got there and stepped out of the car, he looked up at the building for quite some time—long enough that I went back over to him to see if something was wrong.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
When he looked up at me, his eyes were wet. He wasn’t going to cry; it was just that misty-eyed moment you have when you’re getting emotional about something. He nodded and smiled.