by JD Chambers
One of the men, the taller brunet, steps forward to catch Zach’s dildo from slipping out. I can tell when he’s started moving it inside Zach again because Zach moans into our kiss and momentarily forgets that he was sucking on my tongue, so I flick it against his to remind him.
The other two, a shorter but really buff blond and a dark-haired twinky guy with an incredibly long and thin dick, have started to touch themselves as they watch. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air and Zach pulls away to investigate, but I cup his cheeks, holding him in place.
“Focus on me, because you and I are the only ones who matter. I’m the only one who gets to decide who comes in this pretty, stretched hole, isn’t that right? Not you. Not them. Just me.”
Zach whimpers and his eyes flutter closed, and I’m shocked by the look of peace that washes over him. I gave him that, and I’ve never felt more proud or in awe of this man.
The brunet tugging at the dildo has suited up, and is rubbing generous amounts of lube along his cock. He pulls the dildo free and tosses it on the ground, but waits until I give him a nod of approval before he lines up his cock.
I stroke Zach’s beautifully red cheek with my thumb, and his mouth falls open as he pants through opening his hole to the brunet. The dick stretching him right now is nicely sized and has a slight curve. I want to watch it enter my man, slow but steady because I can feel how Zach leans against me without relief, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Zach’s face.
I place my thumb on his lower lip and he sucks it in, swirling his tongue around it, and it makes me so horny I can’t help but give an involuntary thrust of my hips. My cock smacks Zach in the face and paints his cheek with my precum. Zach smiles around my thumb like that’s the best thing ever, and I know it won’t be long before I’m pushing my cockhead through those lips instead of my thumb.
The buff guy steps forward with his eyebrows raised and I give him a nod. He pumps a bit of lube in his hand and grabs Zach’s cock in his fist. Once again, Zach’s mouth drops open until he adjusts to the new sensation. Brunet starts to take longer and harder thrusts into Zach, pushing Zach’s upper body into me in a steady rhythm that I decide to benefit from. I remove my thumb from Zach’s mouth and saliva dribbles down his chin. I run my cock through the slippery mess before ramming it down his throat. He chokes a little before it turns into a moan, and my dick throbs at the vibrations that ripple along the warm wet skin invading Zach’s mouth.
The twink has approached the man fucking Zach, and runs his hands along his sweaty torso. The brunet turns his head and they kiss, but his thrusts never falter. Twink’s hands run up and down, tweaking nipples and grazing his ass. I’m half tempted to pull out of Zach so he can enjoy the show too, but he’s just too good of a cock sucker.
“Fuck, Zach, I wish you could see yourself right now. Getting pounded and jacked off by different men. Taking my cock down your throat so good.”
The brunet grunts at that, stuttering his thrusts. He pulls out with such speed that Zach yelps around my dick, making spit dribble down his chin and onto my thighs. The brunet whips off his condom, haphazardly tossing it aside so that he can be over Zach again before he shoots his load. Strand after strand drapes Zach’s ass as he groans out his completion. The twink reaches around to grasp the brunet’s cock and help him milk out the last drops, then rubs it along Zach’s ass, dragging it through the mess as the brunet’s arms drop to his sides, letting the other man control his shaft as he leans boneless against his chest.
As the twink helps the brunet come down from his high, stroking his chest and kissing his neck, the buff guy moves into position behind Zach’s ass. I take a break from the blow job to grab the lube and finger more into him while buff guy prepares himself. His hole is so hot, both literally and figuratively, and as my fingers soothe him inside with cool slick, he sighs.
The brunet has recovered from his orgasm, and kisses both of our cheeks before disappearing back into the living area. The gaze he shared with the twink before leaving makes me wonder if those two won’t be hooking up later on their own. I’d laugh at the idea of matchmaking at a gang bang, but buff guy is sliding into home and Zach practically whinnies at the sensation.
“Shh, baby,” I soothe as I stroke up and down his sweat-slicked back. “You’re doing so good. Taking that strange cock just like I knew you would. So gorgeous. So good.”
While I pet Zach and whisper calming words, the twink moves in front of Zach, taking my place at his mouth. That long thin dick disappears behind Zach’s lips and I can see his cheeks hollow. He’s sucking him down good.
My god. My boyfriend has one man fucking his ass and is sucking the dick of another, and I’m just sitting here watching it all happen, suddenly feeling like it’s some out-of-body experience. My dick is so hard, it’s leaking. And if my brain is this close to being fried from sensory and stimulation overload, I can only imagine how Zach’s feeling. But the one thing I’m not feeling is jealousy. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been a little worried about it. But now that we’re here, it’s so clear that while Zach gets off on being a willing hole, what really gets him going is being my willing hole. And fuck if that doesn’t just solidify everything that I know I’ve been feeling about Zach right there. This man is mine. Totally and completely.
“Please,” Zach whines, and the twink pulls back to let him speak, but keeps his hands twisted in Zach’s hair. “Please take it off so I can come.”
His voice is wrecked, probably from being rammed with so many cocks, and it makes mine jump at the thought.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I lean down and whisper in his ear. He’s resumed his cock sucking, his body being bounced back and forth from dick to dick like a Newton’s cradle. I bury my face in his neck and lick away the sweat pooling there.
Suddenly the twink’s movements become jerky, his moans telling me that his seed is spilling down my boyfriend’s throat. Zach gasps and cum drips from the side of his mouth. The man leans down and laps at Zach’s lips and his own release covering them before moving his tongue inside Zach’s mouth. We hadn’t mentioned kissing in the ground rules, but the man is so gentle and sweet with Zach that I’m a little overwhelmed by the beauty of the simple act.
“Thank you,” he whispers to Zach. “You were incredible.”
One more soft kiss to Zach’s lips, a wink at me, and he’s out the door.
Buff guy gives Zach a few more hard thrusts before pulling out and flipping Zach over. He stalks up the bed like a panther, his muscles flexing, and Zach’s eyes widen in surprise. I don’t think he’d really gotten a good look at the other two men, but now all of buff guy is on display and it’s every bit as intimidating as a real panther would be.
He grabs Zach’s hair and pulls until his head is off the bed and closer to his cock. It’s rough and Zach’s eyes roll back and he emits a moan from so deep within his chest it’s almost like an orgasm in itself. With the cock ring on, I can see Zach’s cock jump with each throb, and it is throbbing so hard right now that if I were to take the ring off, I think he might explode immediately.
The man furiously jacks his cock over Zach’s face until ropes of cum erupt from the tip. Streaks of cum crisscross over Zach’s eyelids and brows, his lips and his deliciously pink cheeks. Strands of curly hair get stuck in strands of cum, and the man strokes a thumb along his face, rubbing milky white into his skin. Christ, Zach looks like a cum-splattered angel.
Buff guy releases Zach’s head but still leans over him, panting until his breaths return to something resembling normal. He nods at me and quietly takes his leave.
I pop the snap on my own cock ring. It’s my turn now.
35
Zach
My hole is starting to get sore after all the delicious abuse, but when my knees are lifted and fresh cool liquid dribbles around my puffy entrance, I’m reminded again that Craig is taking care of me, even as I fuck my way through a roomful of men.
God, just the thought of that mak
es my skin tingle. The moment the first strange cock entered me, I felt like I could cry with joy. Even now, exhausted and covered in cum, my chest feels lighter than it ever has in my entire life. This is who I am, and it feels amazing.
After a while, my brain began to get a little fuzzy. I’m overwhelmed with sensations, but the details were starting to get a little hazy between choking on someone’s jizz and having my hair pulled. I can feel the stickiness of their spunk all over my face and neck, my back and ass smearing it into the sheet under me.
Whoever is at my ass now is giving me time to recover. I no longer hear foreign breathing or slaps of flesh that aren’t mine. The strong hands massaging up and down my thighs in gentle patterns contrast the rough pounding I’ve just been through. There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s just Craig and me now. My Craig. He reaches down and strokes my hard cock, making me think I might have blacked out for a bit. I don’t remember being released from the ring.
“My beautiful man,” he whispers as he enters me slowly, carefully. “My beautiful slut. You should have seen yourself taking those strange cocks, sucking them down your chute, wrecking your hole. Just for me.”
His gentle thrusts let me recover, but soon he’s pegging that spot deep inside me and I need more.
“Harder,” the whine rips from my chest. “Harder. Make me come. Just for you.”
Craig complies just as readily as I knew he would, dragging my prostate with heavy thrusts. I can’t hold back my shout of relief as my orgasm hits. I feel like the throbbing of my balls has erupted across my entire body until I’m nothing but one giant pulse, like a star about to explode, and when I do, I see nothing but the sparkling lights cascading around me.
Awareness fades in and out until I’m finally fully conscious of Craig lying next to me, stroking my hair. He peppers tiny kisses along my shoulders and arms. My ass and thighs feel crackly and tight now with dried cum. My head still feels heavy, and my brain still feels like it’s trying to make its way back to the bedroom after being trapped in a tunnel. The ringing in my ears slowly subsides.
“Come on, love, do you need help getting up?”
I hum and nod, not sure I have the brain capacity or the voice to answer. He helps me to my feet and wraps his arms under mine when my legs wobble under me.
“Let’s get you into the bath. It’s already waiting.”
“I love you,” I breathe out quietly, because Craig is perfect, just like a bath is perfect. Relaxing and necessary as I realize now that I’m up and moving that I have dried cum cracking and crusting off with every step. It’s covering almost every part of my body. And I’m totally satisfied with that fact.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
He eases me into the jetted tub, then climbs in behind me. I’m glad he can’t see the tears in my eyes, because I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea. They’re happy tears. Relieved tears. Nirvana tears.
“Did you have fun?” he asks and I can hear the nerves in his voice.
“I can’t explain it, but it felt right. My brain disconnected, and I just gave myself over to you wholly. And you took care of me, just like I knew you would. Thank you for that gift.”
Craig’s hands latch on to mine, and I think he’s going to rub the skin off, his thumbs are so excessively stroking my flesh. He swallows so hard I can hear it.
“I did it because I love you. For so long, I thought I wasn’t worthy of you, that I had nothing to offer you. But you showed me that being here for you, being yours, is enough. That I’m enough.”
“Of course you are. I’m so lucky that I found you. That you didn’t give up on me, no matter how many times I bolted at the sight of you.”
Craig laughs at that. “I’m nothing if not persistent.”
“Still, I can’t believe you did all that for me. I mean, you totally had a checklist, right?” I laugh.
Craig flicks a handful of water at me. “Dork. I’m pretty sure you had the hardest job in all of that.” He kisses the top of my head and nuzzles my hair. “Jesus, Zach, if you could have seen yourself, taking all those cocks. I think I can die now. Nothing will ever get better than this.”
I scoff and turn around to splash him. “Excuse me? I think we have a lot more moments in our future to try to top this.”
Craig sighs and wraps me into his chest. “I think we have the rest of our lives.”
Epilogue
Three Months Later - Zach
A knock on my bedroom door only gives me seconds to prepare before it opens. Craig is stunning in a dark suit and festive tie. He pulls up a pant leg to show me his bright red Converse.
“The kids will love it,” I say, struggling with my own tie. I’m in the only gray suit I have, the one I use for the rare client meetings, but Craig bought me a tie with the Space Invaders aliens aligned to form a Christmas tree. If I couldn’t wear a nerd t-shirt, at least I could have a nerd tie, he said.
“They’re not even going to know we’re there.” Craig cozies up behind me and fixes my tie. His breath tickles my ear and gives me a chill. “Which is perfect, because we can make our escape afterward, and no one will care.”
Craig told me to pack an overnight bag, because we are going straight to my Christmas present after the Poudre High School holiday concert. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but I know Craig well enough by now that I have a clue what’s going to happen. Craig’s idea of romance for a special occasion is fulfilling my fantasies, and knowing that I have some major kink coming my way makes it really hard, pun totally intended, to have to wait an hour while we listen to high school kids play Christmas songs.
“You have to behave,” I whine, because I can feel his cock through his pants as he presses close to me. “Ben will kill us if we miss this.”
Craig growls his frustration, and I couldn’t agree more.
By the time we get to the school auditorium, it’s already half-full. Kids all dressed in black wander around on stage, messing with their instruments and gossiping with each other.
“I had no idea it would be this popular.” I remember school holiday concerts with barely anyone in the audience except parents who felt the need to record every single moment.
Craig taps my shoulder and points to a door near the front of the auditorium. Ben’s head pokes through and motions us to him.
“I saved you seats near me. See those three programs and Santa hats? That’s us.”
“Parker couldn’t make it?” Craig asks Ben.
“No. They had their office party tonight and he couldn’t get out of it. I understand, but I warned him I’m going to make him watch the video.”
Parker and Ben got along so well after Parker was able to de-Shelby that they’ve decided Parker will take over my room when I leave. Craig and I want to live together, but his apartment is too small for me to live and work from.
We’ve been spending a lot of time in Boulder as I work on Jamilla’s new art school business plan. Victoria is on a full campaign to get us to move there since I can work from anywhere, but I know Craig is loyal to the store. And with good reason. Ted is paying for him to take one night class a semester so that he can get specific business knowledge. He decided it would be a perk of his new management program – one that seems to have been developed entirely to benefit Craig.
We’ve spent the past month searching for a place that fits all of our requirements – walking distance to the store, doesn’t have the Old Town premium price – but we still haven’t found anything. Until then, Ben’s stuck with me, and Parker’s living month-to-month in a tiny efficiency after tiring of our couch.
Minutes after Craig and I sit, the lights in the auditorium dim and the kids get situated in their spots. Violins on one side and cellos on the other are the closest to us. Our seats are too close, I can’t see what other instruments are there, but I saw some trumpets and other horn-like things walking around earlier. Ben ducks down as he dashes across the front to his seat.
“You aren’t going to b
e on stage?” I whisper to him.
“No, I don’t get to conduct anything yet. I just help them with tuning and getting set up before and after.”
“Sorry.”
He grins and waves it off. Ever since he got this job, I’ve never seen Ben happier. It’s really a cool thing to watch.
The conductor steps out on stage and the audience quiets. Ben shushes me and Craig even though we weren’t talking, and I’d smack him if he wasn’t being so adorable.
The kids are amazing, much better than I would have imagined for a high school orchestra, but the best part is watching Ben. I can’t really tell since I’m not at all musical, but there are obviously missed notes or beats or something, because every once in a while he winces. Other times he pumps a fist in celebration or cheers under his breath. He’s so proud of these kids, and I’m so proud of him.
Craig and I cheer loudly and stomp our appreciation until Ben tells us that we’re being rude. Whatever.
Before the final song, all the kids reach under their seats and pull out Santa hats. Ben motions for us to put on the ones he left on our seats and then takes off up the steps at the side of the stage. He jogs to the back near the percussion, and although I can barely see the kids back there, Ben’s smiling head pokes out above everyone else’s. The kids smile back at him, and you can tell he’s adored.
The director begins Sleigh Ride, and the orchestra version is fun, with jingle bells and horns making horse sounds. The final bit, a horse whip, is performed by Ben. We jump to our feet to applaud, and I don’t even think we’d get told off this time for being inappropriate.
We stay long enough to congratulate Ben, then I shove Craig out the door. I want my present, damn it.
Craig grabs my hand, my kinky compassionate lover, and leads me to the car. I don’t know what he has in store, but I know that whatever it is, I’ll happily jump right in with both feet. He’s given me everything I never thought I could have. Last time, he said we had the rest of our lives to try to top ourselves. The rest of our lives can’t get here fast enough.