by Jamie Morgan
“A third? I don’t understand. I mean, I understand the implications of three people, but you guys obviously already…you know, so where or how would I fit into the whole scenario. Not saying yes! Just asking here.”
“Zach and I just recently figured out or acted on our own attraction to each other. A bit of experimenting. And, well, it’s obvious we both like you, too. We would just like to spend more time with you so we could all get to know each other better. Maybe someday we could play out our ultimate fantasy.”
“Ultimate fantasy, which is?” Soren practically whispered his question.
“A threesome, a ménage. We want to share a man,” Zach chimed in.
“Well, I’m all for experimenting and all, finding your own way in bed and all…” Soren admitted with a touch of hesitance in his soft voice.
“What is it, Soren,” Joel said, running a single digit down over Soren's cheek.
A flush heated his face and his cock throbbed in his pants.
Traitorous body!
“Look,” Soren said, “I’m probably not your man here. I just had a really bad break up a few weeks back and, to be completely honest, I ran from home after the idiot I had been with for a few years decided to spill all of my sexual preferences, claiming to anyone who would listen that my penchant for sexual deviance was why he dumped me, because I was sick and twisted. So there. You have the whole story as ugly as it is. But, I don’t think the first night in my new place I should be doing anything with anyone, and certainly not spilling my guts or especially jumping into bed with my new neighbors. I don’t want to have to move again tomorrow!”
He shook his head, upset with his rant, upset with how much his body got turned on just standing in between these two. They were gorgeous, they were kind, and they were inviting him to play, and he’d been without sex too long. Well, okay, only a few weeks, but it had seemed like forever when all that could seem to be discussed was his sex life. Now, here, this was all such a dangerous game. He needed to not play, though he so wanted to.
Oh, but he wanted to.
To see these two naked, well, he got harder just imagining what was straining now against the denim of both of their jeans.
“That’s the beauty of our situation. We aren’t in a relationship, no feelings other than the ones we have as friends. The sex, well, it is just experimenting. We figured college was all about educating ourselves so we’re ready for our careers, so shouldn’t we also ready ourselves in our personal lives? We need to know who we are sexually, not ignore those feelings, those fantasies, until some day we ruin a perfectly good relationship because we tried to repress them. So, come, sit down on the couch with us and tell us your fantasies,” Zach offered. “Nothing need be done to act on them, just share. No one, I promise you, will ever judge you in this apartment no matter what you're into.”
“Don't make me regret this,” Soren said on a sigh. “I really like you both, and the idea of being a third, especially with no expectations and no strings attached, may be just what the doctor ordered.” He winked at Zach. “Okay, okay, you've twisted my rubber arm. I'll stay, but just for a beer and then I really do need to go unpack. Need to find a job tomorrow if I'm planning to stay, and I am, so, as they say, the early bird catches the worm and I plan to be out pounding the pavement when all the shops open in this neighborhood.”
“We promise, just a beer and a little getting to know you more chat.” Zach grinned.
“Absolutely. You won't regret a thing!” Joel gave him quick, playful shot in the arm, his grin matching Zach's.
His heart skipped a beat when they each took one of his hands and half pulled, half walked him, stepping backwards themselves as they led him to the couch.
Chapter Three
Soren stripped off his jeans and t-shirt, tossing them in the corner of the room as he flipped on the light. He grabbed his phone and then crashed on the quilted pillow top of his unmade bed in his boxers.
He and the guys next door had talked for another hour, mostly about school and potential options for where he might try for a job in the morning. He'd had a great time and though reluctant to leave, he'd said his goodbyes, thanks for dinner and the beer, and headed next door to his own apartment to unpack.
Here it was now past midnight and he'd finally decided he needed to quit the unpacking and get some sleep or he'd be in no shape to be interviewing for jobs in the morning.
Groaning, he pushed off the bed and went over to the box in the corner of his room where he knew there were a few sets of sheets and blankets. Tossing a fresh sheet over the mattress, he stripped off his underwear, set his alarm for the morning, flipped off the light, and reclined on the bed with another deep groan. It'd been one hell of a long day and his muscles were screaming at him for some much needed sleep.
Moments later, he heard the unmistakable sound of a headboard hitting the wall in the apartment next door and a mix of laughter and stimulating moans from Joel and Zach. The two were having sex, and instead of being over there with them, as a third to their fun and games like they'd offered, now he sat here listening to the two hot as hell guys next door as they worked up a sweat.
And the walls just had to be paper thin, right?
Another deep, satisfied groan filtered through the wall and Soren could tell Zach had just blown his load. A grunt and headboard slap against the wall later and he knew Joel had joined Zach in that release.
Soren rolled off the bed with an intense whimper of his own drifting up from his throat. He headed into the bathroom and turned on the water in shower. Sliding under the spray, his thoughts centered on the gorgeous guys, what he knew they'd just done together after an evening of chatting with him, and what he could have been a part of but missed out on due to the fears instilled in him by his last partner.
Palming a dollop of liquid soap, Soren grasped his hard length and stroked himself to the tip. Using his other hand, he cupped his tight balls as he pumped his fist over his thick shaft, his mind flitting back to the intimate sounds from the apartment next door.
Finally, his balls drew up tight, his heart pumping in his chest as he spilled his seed over the top of his fist to swirl down the drain.
Chapter Four
“Hey, stranger!”
Soren twisted around from the table he was clearing and spied Joel sliding into a booth with a couple of friends. He flashed the man a grin as he picked up a plate and put it in the dish bin before sauntering over to the group's table. “Hey, Joel. How's it going?”
“Good. Good. I take it you got that peanut butter and jelly job you were looking for?” Joel nodded at the dish bin and flashed a return smile at Soren.
Soren felt heat suffuse his face as he shrugged. “Yeah, I did. It's only clearing tables and washing dishes for now, but it has room for advancement and it'll pay the bills.”
“Hey, we all gotta start somewhere and when a job comes up we take what we can get, one of the other guys at the table piped up with a grin.”
“Too true,” Soren smiled down at the red head, admiring the guy's straight white teeth and sculpted chin even as his gaze roved lower to check out the man's slender but still tasty looking chest encased in a white, button down shirt. The top two buttons were open, offering a tantalizing glimpse of chest hair the same color as the hair on the man's head, interspersed with a batch of freckles Soren decided may be fun to play connect the dots with.
He stuck out his hand in greeting. “I'm Soren. Just moved in next door to Joel and his roommate, Zach, and you are?”
“Sorry! Where are my manners,” Joel jumped up to stand beside Soren. “This here is Jake, he pointed to the yummy red head, and over there is Thomas, he pointed to a good looking blond who sat by the window on the same side of the booth Joel had been in, and next to Jake is Colton, he pointed to a dark skinned, dark haired man who'd been sitting across from him. We had a break in our class schedule and came in to grab a coffee and fuel up for the next few hours. I'd ask you to join us, but...” He
waved his hand around as if he were showing the little restaurant to a potential buyer. “I can see you are somewhat busy.”
Soren shrugged again. “Yup, gotta work until close tonight so I won't be free until after nine. Such is the life of a working man.” He chuckled and laid a hand on Joel's arm and locked his gaze with his sexy-as-sin neighbor's. “But maybe another time?”
Joel ran his hand down Soren's back, stopping just short of his ass. “Absolutely. In fact, what are you doing Friday? You should join Zach and me for the game on the big screen TV. We did notice you didn't have a television yet, unless that's changed in the last week? Beer and pizza, on me. You can be—uh, I mean, bring desert.” Joel winked at Soren.
Soren felt his heartbeat thumping in his chest at the other man's very obvious flirting. No doubt his friends knew of his sexual proclivities, which was a huge relief to Soren. One never knew how being gay would be received, so it was quite nice to know this group of guys didn't bat an eyelash when his neighbor stood here making him blush with comments and looks.
He sucked in a breath and replied with a grin, “Can't say no to pizza and beer. Sure. I'd be thrilled to spend an evening with you and Zach again.”
“Then, it's a date! Game starts at eight, so maybe see you around seven-thirty?” Joel gave Soren a pat on the ass and then slipped back into his seat in the booth.
“Count on it!” Soren felt heat creep up his face again even as a smile a mile wide crossed his features and excitement of the weekend to come made the thumping in his chest jump into overtime.
Chapter Five
“So, you mentioned a 'boyfriend' and deviant sexual tastes. What was it you liked to do to him?” Joel questioned and then tipped his beer up to suck back a gulp.
“We aren’t going to be judging you,” Zach added quickly, his fingers playing with a strand of Soren's hair. “Last weekend Joel and I played cops and robbers. The strip search once I caught him was so much fun.”
“I bet I heard the tail end of that game,” Soren whispered under his breath and swallowed hard. The idea of these two men, obviously well built, who worked out, cute in one blond and one black haired, yin and yang kind of way, playing the mentioned sexual games had his heart pumping faster than it already was.
“So, if I may be so blunt,” Zach started.
Soren laughed out loud, a full belly laugh, which made him blush afterward to have let it out, but it felt like such a wonderful relief.
“What?” Zach asked, his hands up and out like a feigning innocent boy with a cookie down his pants.
“You not blunt? That’s what I want to see.” Soren deepened his voice. “No, Zach, please, say what is on your mind, don’t hold back.” He snickered this time, and tipped his beer bottle to drain the remaining golden liquid.
“Fine. We want you. You have to be able to see that!” He looked down at himself, the outline in his pants unmistakable to Soren's gaze.
He did.
Oh did he ever.
He nodded. And, as Zach ran his hand over his lap to stroke Joel’s erection rather than his own, Soren's cock pressed painfully against his zipper, wishing that hand was his.
“So, tell us. I shared, you share. If you could have us, as friends, no questions asked, no strings attached, and we would promise to still be your friends tomorrow, what would you do with us?”
“Hmm, well for starters, I like to see a strong man bound, I can’t explain the excitement of the sight, about getting to run the show with someone, who untied I know could bend me at his whim. To have two that way…shit! I mean, I seem to have a lot of kinks, beyond just tying a guy up, which I thought my last boyfriend was on board with, the whole getting to experience a few fantasies, until he dumped me and spread rumors that I was some twisted sexual deviant all around town. There, I confessed, Dr. Freud. Are you happy now?”
“Extremely,” Joel sighed, leaving Zach with his mouth hanging open for a second until he laughed.
“Joel, I think Soren was talking to me,” Zach rubbed him harder moving his hand down to squeeze Joel's balls.
“I know, but I’m so on board. You want to tie us up, lead the way, my man. I’m all for that and probably any other kink your mind can dream up!”
“Really?” Soren asked, surprised and encouraged. “I mean... I just like… I, well… I like to tie a man down, nice and strong, and have power over him to do my every whim. Having two offered to me, well, I just can’t imagine, so that is the first one that came to me. Maybe I’m all sorts of wrong here, but…” He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head.
“Come on, stop. You can tie me up right now,” Joel said breathlessly. “I have some nylon rope in my car—don't ask me why I have it—I’ll get it.”
“Really?” Soren asked again even as Joel slid his beer bottle across the table and stood up to go to the door.
“Oh, yeah, really, and then some. Let’s start with this kink tonight, then we have nights and nights ahead of us to try out more, I hope.”
When Joel left, Soren looked at Zach who seemed to be studying him.
“It is my unprofessional opinion,” he started, “That this will be good for you. You’ve been holding back for a long time I take it. Trying to deny what you really want, even with that ex of yours, I’m guessing. Let go, Soren.”
“It’s just that I don’t know what I really want. I see things online, I get these ideas in my head, and once we started to try things out, he'd agreed to them, he seemed to get off more on making me feel bad about what I wanted. He made me question myself. It would be nice to be with someone, or two someones, who would let me just be free to ask for what I want without…well, to just see where my mind takes me.”
“I think I can safely speak for Joel, too, when I say we are both good with anything you care to dish out. We are open to just about anything, save being burned with candle wax. That just does nothing for me personally. Sorry.”
“Ah, well, noted then.” Soren chuckled, feeling freer than he had in a very long time.
Chapter Six
Next thing Soren knew, they were in the bedroom, the guys having thrown their shirts on the floor as they walked in like it was some habit of theirs. Now, they stood with their wrists out, waiting to be tied. He’d directed them to stand one on each side of the bed while he stood at the footboard.
“I’m giving you both enough slack here that you will be able to lie side by side on the bed, as well as on top of each other. I want you to be able to move, but I want you powerless to a degree as well, to know you can’t get up and walk out of the room.”
“May I say there, Soren, that you are really skilled with the ropes.” Zach said with a hint of darkness in his tone as he watched him work.
“Had a lot of time to work out the kinks in my mind, so to speak. I’m just going to do the same thing twice now. Damn!” Soren winced, pulling a knot tight.
“What’s wrong?” Zach laughed, all darkness gone.
“Well, I was so anxious to start tying you guys up, I forgot that I would have liked to see you undress each other.” Soren bit his lip and wiggled his eyebrows.
“No worries, my man. There will be a next time.” Joel grinned at him, winking a sparkling emerald eye dusted with blond lashes.
“Promise,” he said, his smile hurting his cheeks as he tried to look sexy by cocking his hips.
“Promise,” they said in unison.
He shrugged, very pleased with himself as he set to removing Zach’s jeans himself since he was already tied.
Who could complain, though?
Zach was a gray-eyed, dark haired god in his own right. His mesmerizing eyes with the long, dark lashes were right on par with the killer washboard abs, hip bones cut just above the waist of his jeans, and an Adonis belt Soren would kill to get his tongue on.
Of course, when he popped open the button and slid down the zipper, Zach was commando, and a nice hard package fell out to greet Soren's every desire. He was thick and long, with veins trailing a ru
gged accent up the tight skin to nestle underneath the swollen, purple head. His chest and legs were covered in a silky mass of dark hair, too.
“Damn,” was all Soren could get out as he licked his lips. The thought of tasting this man made his mouth water.
“Do you want the control all to yourself, or am I allowed to make a suggestion?” Zach mimicked him by licking his own full lips.
“It’s not necessarily about control, but power, if that makes sense, a reigning in of your power, maybe like roping a bull. Suggest away.”
“I want a kiss. I can’t take it from you, so all the power is yours to grant me one or not.”
“You so get me,” Soren shook his head as he walked up to him until their bodies were flush. A fire sparked to life in his belly, getting just the right amount of air to start it off.
Zach reached out his bound hands to cup around Soren's face, caressing down the side of his face gently. He then moved as much as he could to weave his fingers through Soren's hair. Zach's smoldering, steel gray eyes darkened as he stared at him, waiting for permission.
Soren took the next step, putting his hands flush against Zach's solid chest and leaning into him. He touched his lips against the fullness of Zach's, lightly at first, but moving on quickly to more possessive.
Zach opened his lips slightly under the pressure, so Soren let his tongue slip in. Zach tasted of the beer he’d drank with dinner, but Soren didn’t mind as he tilted his head to a better angle and leaned all his weight into the other man.
“There is a wild and restless man in you, and I can’t wait to release him fully,” Zach mumbled passionately against Soren's lips.
“I can’t wait to free him,” Soren panted, stepping away from Zach and moving around the bed to unwrap his next gift.
Joel, on the other hand, was taller and leaner, but just as fit. He had a nice head of thick and longish, dirty blond hair, coupled with intense green eyes, a smooth chest cut in all the right places, and a tight ass to die for. Once he had Joel's jeans and boxers down, Soren noted that the other man had a nice dusting of lighter colored hair that caught the light around his long and lean cock. Erect, Joel's manhood stood out proud with a perfectly sculpted head.