by K. C. Wells
“Nah, he’s fucking you,” Chaz quipped.
Jon ignored him, concentrating on sliding leisurely in and out of Kendis’s body, before pulling free and filling Chaz’s hole, keeping his movements fluid and gentle. The pace was killing him, but no way was he going to hurt either of them. He gripped Kendis’s waist to steady himself, his hips rolling as he alternated between them.
“For fuck’s sake, faster,” Kendis pleaded.
Chaz moaned. “Come on, Daddy, fuck us like you know you want to.” He turned his head toward Jon, his eyes locked on his. “Let go, Jon. Let loose.”
It was the signal Jon had been praying for.
With a loud groan, he drove his cock deep into Chaz’s ass until he was balls deep, then pulled out completely to repeat the action with Kendis. Oh dear Lord, the sight of their holes, dark and open for him, was almost too much to bear.
“Oh fuck, yeah, like that.” Chaz bowed his head, Kendis’s arms wrapped around him. Jon picked up a little speed, his hips bucking as he filled them to the hilt, both of them crying out with every thrust of his cock into their bodies.
It was nothing like his imaginings. Reality left them in the dust as he gave pleasure to his boys, a fierce joy bubbling up inside him. My boys. My men.
Jon wanted them to be his, all of them, heart, body and soul.
“Hang on,” Kendis begged. Jon pulled free, and Kendis peered at him. “Slick up my dick?”
Jon got where he was going. He wrapped slick fingers around Kendis’s hard as steel shaft, then guided it to Chaz’s hole. Kendis sank into him with a sigh, then Jon impaled Kendis on his cock. Every thrust into Kendis pushed him deeper into Chaz, and both of them filled the air with their cries of pleasure. Kendis rocked between them like a goddamn shuttle, getting faster and faster, and pushing Jon even closer to the orgasm he knew was coming.
“My turn,” Chaz gasped out. “Baby, ride me.”
Jon slid free of him, Chaz flipped over onto his back, and Kendis sank down onto Chaz’s shaft with a moan. Chaz pulled him down into a kiss, his hands on Kendis’s back, stroking and caressing him. Jon lifted Chaz’s legs into the air, aimed his cock at Chaz’s hole and slid home in one long, hot glide.
“Oh fuck,” Kendis panted as Chaz grabbed onto his waist and pulled him down hard onto his cock. Jon thrust deep into Chaz, feeling his body tighten around Jon’s shaft, the friction exquisite.
Chaz tugged on Kendis’s dick as Kendis rode him hard, rocking furiously. “Now,” he said with a growl as he stiffened, thrusting up into Kendis. He shuddered, and Jon swore he could feel every throb of Chaz’s dick as he pulsed come into Kendis.
“Fuck, how that feels.” Jon could only imagine what it felt like to Kendis. He stilled inside Chaz as Kendis pumped his dick, his back arching as he shot hard onto Chaz’s chest. Kendis collapsed onto Chaz, who held him, the pair of them trembling.
“My turn,” Jon whispered. He eased his cock from Chaz’s body and slid inside Kendis, gazing at his glistening body, his skin gleaming with perspiration. Jon’s chest dripped with sweat as he thrust deep, his shaft slick as he drove it into Kendis’s hole, accompanied by their soft moans and sighs.
When he came, Jon closed his eyes and became still, Kendis’s body tight around his dick as Jon emptied himself into him. The experience left him shaking, hovering between elation and awe. When at last he was able to slip free of Kendis’s body, Jon flopped onto the bed, only to find his arms full once more.
Except this time he was holding two naked, sticky men.
The soft kisses they exchanged were just about perfect, and Jon breathed in the smell of sex and sweat. He chuckled. “Is this how my jock smells?” he asked Chaz.
“Pretty much.” Chaz grinned. “It’s heady as fuck.”
Jon kissed Kendis’s cheek. “How’s the new bed?”
Kendis gave a happy sigh. “Perfect. And at least we know it can take the three of us.”
Chaz chuckled. “Good to know.”
Jon sighed. “Well, that was a waste of time.” When Chaz frowned, Jon indicated the bed. “Putting on clean sheets. We’d better change ’em.”
“Hey, we don’t need to that until they start gettin’ crusty,” Chaz retorted.
“Ew.” Kendis grimaced.
Jon stared at Chaz in horror.
Chaz’s eyes twinkled. “Just kidding.” Jon and Kendis both gave an obvious sigh of relief, and Chaz added, “Maybe wait until they’re just a bit stiff.”
Jon figured that talk on practical matters couldn’t come soon enough.
Jon opened his eyes and peered into the darkness, aware of a noise in his room. Then he realized what it was. Chaz and Kendis were climbing into bed with him. “I thought you were sleeping in your room tonight.” Not that he was complaining. His bed felt awful empty compared to the one he’d been in earlier.
“We missed you,” Kendis said quietly.
His heart just about melted at that. Jon opened his arms, and two warm men filled them. “I missed you too,” he said honestly. He had no idea how they were going to make this work, but Lord, he wanted it to. When they’d headed for their room, he’d wanted desperately to ask them to share his bed, but hadn’t dared.
He smiled to himself. Sort of like not wanting to overstay my welcome, but a whole lot less formal.
Chaz snuggled up to him. “It’s like going to sleep holding a teddy bear,” he said with a happy sigh.
Jon laughed quietly. “Been there, done that.” He kissed them both on the foreheads. “Now go to sleep.” He closed his eyes and listened as their breathing changed, his own in sync with theirs. His head felt uncluttered and at rest for the first time in a long while, his body at peace.
Looks like all I needed was them.
Sunday Dec 31
Jon stripped off for bed, listening to them laughing in the bathroom. From the sound of it, Chaz was trying to squirt Kendis with toothpaste, and Kendis was dodging him. Jon shook his head. Talk about big kids.
He got into bed and lay back against his pillows, his arms folded behind his head. Lord, I’m tired. Except tired really didn’t cut it. Hardly surprising, given his weekend. Jon chuckled. If he was one of those folks who kept a journal, the last few days would look something like this:
Friday night - we fucked for the first time.
Saturday, 3.00.a.m. - woke up to go pee, and when I got back to bed, they pounced, and we fucked again. Trains are fun but tiring. (Can’t believe Chaz knew it was called a train - he must watch porn every chance he gets.)
Saturday morning. Woke up late to a three-way blowjob. Shopped for groceries. Came home, had lunch, then we fucked on the couch, Chaz riding me while Kendis sucked him off. We napped in their bed. After dinner, we ended up on the rug in front of the fire, Chaz fucking Kendis while I sucked him off.
Sunday morning. Ended up finger-fucking them both in the shower. (Memo - we need more shower cleaner.) Chaz got me to rim Kendis. Okay. Looks like I have a new hobby :-) After lunch we took a nap. We slowed things down, and it felt like it lasted for hours. Think I melted Chaz when I called him baby.
Jon didn’t think there was a drop of come left in him. Of course, Chaz and Kendis had gone into the bathroom sporting boners, but if they thought he was going to go another round, they were whistling Dixie.
I guess this is my second go at being a teenager. Because Lord, that was how it felt. They were having sex like it had an expiration date and they wanted to finish it all before it lost its flavor. I hope it never loses its flavor. Jon couldn’t get enough of them: the way they felt in his arms; the way it felt to be inside them; their kisses, their caresses; and the combination of sighs, moans and cries when all three of them came.
What he loved most? His bed was no longer that vast ocean of emptiness.
The bathroom door opened, and they came out, still laughing.
“Did he get ya?” Jon asked Kendis with a smile.
Kendis snorted. “No way. He did get a lot on himself though.”
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��Ah, is that why I can smell mint?”
Chaz came around to the far side of the bed and climbed in. “This feels so wrong,” he murmured.
“What’s wrong with an early night?” Jon asked, watching them slip naked between the sheets. Despite his determination to sleep, his dick was definitely taking interest.
“Yeah, but it’s New Year’s Eve, and it’s not even midnight. They’re all waitin’ in Times Square for the ball to drop.”
Kendis stared at him. “Serious question. Which would you rather be doing—waiting for a dumb ball to drop or riding Jon’s dick?”
Chaz’s eyes gleamed. “Riding Jon’s dick on the couch, watchin’ the ball drop, then celebratin’ New Year’s with an epic load up my ass.”
Jon snorted. “I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m all out of epic loads. You’ve already had how many this weekend? And how about givin’ your hole a rest?” Christ, they both had to be sore.
Chaz grinned. “We could always take yours for a test drive.”
Jon arched his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“Hey, a guy can dream, right?” Chaz waggled his eyebrows.
Kendis snuggled up to Jon. “Have we worn you out?” He slid his hand down Jon’s belly to where Jon’s cock jerked at the touch of his fingertips. Kendis chuckled. “I guess not.”
Jon sighed. “All I want is to cuddle up with you two in bed, an’ fall asleep holding you. How does that sound?”
Kendis kissed him, a lingering kiss that sent warmth spreading through him in a slow tide. “Sounds perfect to me.”
Chaz kissed him too. “Me too.”
Jon closed his eyes. “Thank the Lord for that.” Because it sounded pretty damn perfect to him too. He smiled to himself at the almost instantaneous change in their breathing. Looks like I wore them out.
“What’re we doin’ tomorrow?” Chaz asked sleepily, his hand warm on Jon’s chest.
“I need to go see Del tomorrow afternoon. He’ll be back from Atlanta by then.” Jon’s chest tightened and his stomach clenched. There was no putting it off any longer.
“You okay?” Kendis asked.
Jon stroked Kendis’s back. Yeah, he’d notice. He’s the observant one. It was amazing how quickly he’d become aware of them, their strengths, their quirks…
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Jon assured him. “Go to sleep.” He kept up that gentle stroking, until both of them were sleeping. He listened to their steady breathing, and envied them.
His mind was far from restful.
How is he gonna react? It’s not as if I’ve lied to him, right? I just… haven’t told him certain things.
Certain very big things.
The kind of things Del might feel he had a right to know.
Jon’s heart sank. This is gonna be bad.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Monday Jan 1st, 2018
Del opened the front door, wearing a wide smile. “Happy New Year!” He peered beyond Jon, his smile fading. “Where are the boys?”
“At home. They’re making the most of their time together while Kendis’s momma is visiting her family in Louisiana.” Jon stepped into the house and was immediately struck by the silence. “No Taylor?” Come to think of it, Taylor’s bike had been nowhere in sight.
“He’s gone to see his momma.” Del chuckled. “She called with an emergency. Actually, a list of emergencies. I think she’s been saving them up to use all at once.” Del walked into the kitchen. “You want some coffee?”
Jon wanted something a lot stronger than that. “You got any of that Jack left?”
Del turned around and stared at him. “Sure.” He reached into the cabinet for a glass, then headed for the shelf where he kept the bottle. He poured out a measure, then handed it to Jon. “You okay? Or is this the hair of the dog because you had a really good night?”
“I didn’t drink at all last night. I think I was asleep when midnight arrived.” He didn’t want to think about that. Remembering the three of them curled up together was a distraction.
Del studied him. “You look so… serious. What’s wrong?”
“We have to talk,” Jon blurted out.
Del arched his eyebrows at that. “Okay, that sounds serious.”
“Can we go up to your observation tower?”
“Sure. Although that makes it sound a lot grander than it is.” Del peered at him. “I’m getting a little concerned here.” Jon simply pointed to the spiral stairs, and Del climbed them, Jon following behind. When they reached the top, Jon went over to one of the many windows, and looked out at the view beyond. He could see Big Creek from up there. Everything looks so peaceful.
Inside, Jon was anything but.
“I always liked this part of the house,” he murmured.
Del sat on the couch, his legs crossed. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Jon took a mouthful of bourbon. “Not really, but I guess you need to know.” He’d rehearsed this in his head so many times, but now that he was here, none of his prepared openings felt quite right. I guess the best way is to just rip off the Band-Aid.
He took a deep breath. “The thing is… I’m gay.”
Del laughed. “Yeah, right.”
Jon wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t smiling either.
“You can’t be serious.” Del stared at him. “What is this, a midlife crisis? You’ve suddenly decided that ’cause you’re having no luck with women, you’re gonna bat for the other team?” He looked bemused by it all, not that Jon blamed him for that.
“This is not a recent thing. And there’s a simple explanation as to why I’ve never had any luck with women. I don’t like women. I like men.” There. He’d said it.
Del snorted. “Since when?”
“Since my late teens, I guess.” Jon’s heart was hammering. Except that was a lie. He’d known girls didn’t interest him back when he was fourteen. When Del came out to him.
“Bullshit.” Del folded his arms. “You wouldn’t have kept that to yourself. You would have told me.”
Jon opened his eyes wide. “You weren’t there to tell, remember? You were in California. And when you did visit, there never seemed to be a right time to bring it up.” He’d known this wasn’t going to be easy, but there was no way he could stop now.
Del lurched up off the couch and began to pace around the small space. “Look, this is total crap. I know you, Jon. You are not gay. Hell, you can’t even burst into my bathroom without dying of embarrassment at the sight of a dick.”
Jon gaped at him. “That doesn’t mean I’m not gay—just means I’m shy as fuck.” Then he saw red. “And who the fuck are you to tell me I’m not gay? What the fuck do you know about it? You think you can see inside my head? The fuck you can.” He clenched his fist by his side. “I’ll tell you what I’m not, shall I? I’m. Not. You. I didn’t have the confidence or the self-awareness you had. I couldn’t come right out and announce my sexuality like you did.” Lord, how he’d envied Del for his self-assurance.
“And you’ve waited till now to come out? What are you, a late bloomer?”
“I came out—to myself at least—when I walked into my first gay bar.” His palms were clammy and he had to put down the glass on the windowsill.
“You went to a… When was this?” Del demanded.
“2001.”
Del fell silent, gazing at him incredulously.
Jon nodded. “Looks like you don’t know your little brother half as well as you think you do.” His stomach was in knots.
“You were, what, twenty-two?” When Jon nodded again, Del’s face fell. “Christ, you must’ve had so many questions, and I wasn’t there for you. I wish I’d been around more.” He met Jon’s gaze. “I’d have gone with you, you know.”
That was when Jon’s temper began to subside. “I know,” he said quietly. “And you wouldn’t believe how long it took me to work up enough courage to do it. I was so freaking quiet, so shy, and as for self-confidence, what was that? And that was the first
and only time I ever set foot in a gay bar. Well, I thought it was a gay bar.”
“What made you think it was?”
Jon gave a half smile. “Because all the guys there looked like my big brother. You know, big, with beards? I thought I’d be safe. I thought they’d be like you.” Talk about judging by appearances.
Dell’s expression softened. “What happened?”
Jon could still picture the scene, and it felt as if it happened yesterday. “I sat for an hour in the corner before I got up enough nerve to dance. It wasn’t so bad. Then, a big guy started flirting with me. Nothing too heavy, just talk. And he kept flirting with me, and eventually I flirted back. My heart was pounding, and I was so nervous, but fuck, it was hot. Then came the moment when he asked if I wanted to step out back with him.” Jon swallowed. “He said there was an alley where we wouldn’t have an audience.”
“Oh God,” Del said weakly.
There was a bitter taste in Jon’s mouth, and he took a drink from his glass to wash it away. “I was twenty-two, I was horny—I said yes. So I followed him through the bar, to the back door, we stepped outside—and I found two other guys waiting for us.”
“Fuck.”
Jon snorted. “Yeah, I think that was their plan too. They got to pushing me around, hitting me, all of them at once. Then one of them shoved me against the wall, my face to the bricks. He opened my fly and gripped the waistband of my jeans. Didn’t take a genius to work out what was comin’.” He swallowed hard. “That was when I knew I was not gonna stand there and let them… do that. It didn’t matter that it was three against one. I… I came out fighting. Okay, so I was skinnier back then. I wasn’t a big guy, like you. But I used every ounce of strength I had and lashed out. I sent one of them flying, I socked another in the jaw, and flung one against the wall. To this day, I have no idea where all that came from.”
“Fear and adrenaline,” Del said quietly. “Self-preservation.”
Jon nodded. “You’d better believe I started buildin’ myself up after that.”