by R. Cayden
My mattress was flat on the ground, with no bed frame to hold it, but at least I had clean sheets and pillowcases for the guys. When I pushed open the door, I took a second to shove aside some of the dirty dishes and clothes I had let gather over the week. My imagination was racing through so many filthy ideas that my hands started to tremble. When I turned back around, Malcolm was leaned up against Maddox’s side, the same as he leaned up against me earlier.
I felt a surge of desire. The things Maddox would do to Malcolm…
I pulled my shirt off, then fell backward against the mattress, leaning up on one elbow when I landed. I motioned for the guys to join me, and Malcolm looked up at Maddox, as though seeking permission. Maddox nodded, then patted Malcolm lightly on his ass. When Malcolm came to the bed, though, Maddox still stood above us.
“What?” I asked, flicking open my jeans and staring up at him. “Are you just going to hover above us like last time?”
Maddox flashed me a half-grin, that wolfish look back in his eyes. “I’ll do whatever I damn well please,” he said.
Sounds good to me.
I flung myself on top of Malcolm, wrestling with him playfully until I had him on his back. Drawing my hand up between his legs, I found his cock, stiff and ready. “Whatever you damn well please,” I teased back. “Maybe I can give you some ideas.”
Maddox kept watching over us as I started to grind my hard cock between Malcolm’s legs, pulling him into my tempo and making his lips quiver. I felt the hot friction of our shafts, stiff and constrained by our clothing, and heard Maddox breathing heavily from the other side of the room.
Damn did it ever feel good to claim Malcolm in front of Maddox.
I arched my back, then grabbed Malcolm’s shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Malcolm set his glasses on the windowsill behind him, and when I dove back down, I planted a series of soft, teasing kisses along his hips, closer and closer to his cock.
“Maddox,” Malcolm whimpered, barely getting his voice out. “What does Maddox want?”
I turned and saw Maddox, still stroking the hard bulge in his pants. “Hey big man,” I teased. “You want to tell me and my boy what to do?”
Maddox stepped forward, then squatted down so that he was at our level. “You want to get fucked again, Malcolm?” he asked.
Malcolm nodded quickly. “Yes,” he panted.
Maddox placed his hand on my cheek, drawing his thumb over my jawline and then across my lips. “Fuck him the way you like to be fucked,” he said. “Show me.”
I swallowed hard. “I’ve never been fucked,” I said. “I’ve only ever been a top.”
Maddox seemed surprised by the answer. “Do you want to?” he asked.
The question threw me. All I’d been thinking about was Malcolm’s tight hole and the way his muscles tugged on my cock when I entered him. I nodded slowly, thinking about the question. “I just haven’t had the right chance, I guess,” I answered.
Maddox pulled his hand away, then leaned forward, kissing me once on the cheek. The stubble of his beard was prickly, but his lips were soft. “The best way to learn how to fuck someone is to get fucked yourself.”
The pulsing pleasure building at the base of my cock grew, warming the inside of me. I turned, lying down beside Malcolm, and he draped his arm over my chest. “Are you offering to fuck me?” I asked Maddox, the words coming out like a whisper.
“Only if that’s what you want.”
When I was younger, I used to think about getting fucked all the time. It used to be my number one fantasy. Once I started hooking up with guys, though, most of them were into my cocky, dominant energy.
But with Maddox, it felt different. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to accept his power and his strength, and even more than that, I wanted him to be my first time.
He would make it good. I knew he would.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “Please.”
With one swift motion, Maddox grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my stomach, placing me gently onto the mattress. His hands found my pants, and as Malcolm leaned down to pull me into a kiss, Maddox undressed me, stripping away my clothes.
Maddox’s hand landed between my legs, and he massaged his fingers up toward my balls. “The most important part is to listen to the other person,” he said. “You tell me what you like, and you tell what you don’t like. It’s my job to hear you.”
He pressed a little harder behind my balls, and I let out a deep, surprised moan. “That feels good,” I said.
He kept his hand there, rubbing slow circles as he kicked off his clothes. Malcolm kept giving me gentle, sweet kisses, and I reached my hands out, unfastening his pants.
Maddox pushed his face against my backside, and I felt his stubble prickling my skin. I felt so exposed to have my ass in the air and to have him so intimately close with my hole. Every time his callused fingers rubbed along my cock, though, I remembered that it was Maddox behind me.
I remembered that he was looking out for me, and I gave a little more of myself to him.
“I’m going to warm you up,” he said. “And I’m going to take my time. You give your boyfriend a good story while I’m doing it.”
Malcolm whimpered again, and Maddox grabbed my cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart and exposing my hole. When his lips landed against my entrance, I wiggled forward, and my cock twitched to full attention. “Yes,” I moaned, “I want your tongue inside of me.”
Without really thinking, I grabbed at Malcolm’s pants and pulled them off. The soft licking along my entrance was already driving me out of my mind, and when Malcolm laughed and kicked his pants to the ground, I reached for his cock, wrapping my fist around his stiff shaft.
“I want you to feel it,” I groaned, Maddox’s tongue pushing through my first quivering muscles. “I want you to feel what he’s doing to me.”
Maddox hitched my hips in the air, and just like he promised, he took his time opening me up. With every inch his tongue explored, it was like I was finding a whole new kind of pleasure. He teased the edges, swirled along my pucker, and stretched my canal wider with each expert thrust of his tongue. The whole time, I kept slobbering over Malcolm’s cock, sucking on it while the filthiest words came tumbling out of my mouth.
“I want that cock inside of me,” I groaned, licking precum from Malcolm’s slit. “I want to feel how fat and hard you are. I need you to teach me, Maddox. Teach me how to fuck Malcolm.”
Malcolm grabbed my hair, and I dove forward, swallowing his cock whole and swirling my tongue across his tip. When I pulled back to suck in a breath of air, Maddox’s finger found my pucker, and he started to stretch me further.
“School me,” I moaned, the words coming out before I could think about them. “Fuck me until I learn. Fuck me until I’m as good as you.”
“I will,” Maddox growled, shifting his weight. When I glanced over my shoulder, I finally got my first full look of his body. His thighs rippled as he knelt on the bed, his legs covered in curly hairs and faded tattoos. His whole torso was one solid mass of muscle and meat, and as he gripped his massive erection, I saw the sparse gray hairs sprouting near his cock.
“Teach me,” I moaned again, barely able to say the words.
Maddox pulled a condom from his wallet, stroking it down his cock while Malcolm and I watched. Malcolm was still dripping cum like a hose, and my hole was clenching and hot, ready to be filled.
But first Maddox slapped his cock between my cheeks. Mounting me from behind, he rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft along my crack faster and faster. When he ripped open a tiny packet of lube and squirted it onto my crack, his cock began to glide.
I tasted what he was going to do to me.
And then Maddox wrapped his arm around my chest, pulled me to my knees, and he began.
“Tell your boy how good he is,” Maddox growled in my ear. While he did, I felt his thick cock, probing between my cheeks.
“You’re so g
ood, Malcolm,” I said. “You’re so damn sexy and sweet. Every time you look at me, it drives me fucking wild.” Maddox started jerking his cock harder against my hole, his heavy balls slapping against the back of my legs while his fist pumped against my cheeks. “You look out for me, Malcolm,” I moaned. “I want to look out for you.”
Malcolm batted his eyelashes, beaming back at me. One hand was wrapped around his cock, and the delicate fingers of his other hand pushed between his legs, searching toward his hole. “I want you to look out for me, too, Gunner,” he whispered.
I groaned again when Maddox’s tip rubbed against my hole, teasing a slow circle. He spit in his hand, and then again. When I turned to glance over my shoulder, he was wetting my entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded quickly, desperate to feel him inside. “Yes!”
“Breathe,” he ordered, his voice calm and still. He wrapped his arm around my chest again, pulling me close to his body and making sure I felt held. “Breathe nice and easy.”
I took in a couple of deep, slow breaths while he stroked my chest, trailing his fingers along my nipples, which were hard as nails. When the rhythm of our breathing matched up, he pressed his lips against my ear.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
I pushed my ass backward, feeling the hot pressure of his tip against my hole. Maddox was stroking his length, his hand landing steadily against my cheeks. With every breath, his cock landed against my pucker again. My muscles began to tug, eager to feel full, to be stretched.
Was this what it felt like for Malcolm? Did he need to feel me inside of him, full and hard and unmistakably there?
“Easy,” Maddox whispered in my ear. “Easy.” And then, with one slow, steady thrust, he pushed into me.
All my muscles stretched, and for a moment, I thought they were going to clench shut, the burning pain almost too much. When Maddox kept stroking my chest and whispering in my ear, though, I relaxed again. With Malcolm biting his lip and staring at me with his beautiful, watery eyes, Maddox began to rock his hips, his cock entering me and retreating with a slow, perfect rhythm.
“I want to make you feel like this,” I moaned, staring straight into Malcolm’s face. The pleasure was building inside of me, in a place I’d never felt before. It was a burning pleasure, almost painful, but with every twitch of my muscles, I wanted it more.
“Good, Gunner,” Maddox whispered. “Just like that.”
My cock was twitching in front of me, dripping precum down to the sheets. Malcolm stared at it greedily, and I worried he was going to dive down and start sucking. The second I felt his lips, I knew I would erupt in an orgasm I couldn’t control.
“Breathe,” Maddox reminded me, and when I did, he pushed the rest of the way in. My prostate started pulsing, lit up with an electric shock, and my whole body shuddered in response.
He held me like that, his arms keeping me upright while I felt the whole, thick stretch of him. With his fist still gripping his base, I knew his cock could go further, but he had somehow found my limit, taking me right to the edge of what I could handle.
“Are you ready?” Maddox asked, his voice thundering in my ear. I thought he was talking to me, but when Malcolm nodded quickly, I realized that wasn’t true.
“Put a condom on your boyfriend,” Maddox commanded him. “He’s ready for you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maddox
Gunner knew how to fuck Malcolm already. I’d seen it myself. I’d seen the slow way he’d entered his friend and the gentle build of his thrusts, timed just right with Malcolm’s quivering moans.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still teach him a thing or two.
Malcolm rolled the condom down Gunner’s cock, then shoved his fingers in his mouth, wetting them greedily. While I held Gunner upright, buried inside of him but not thrusting, Malcolm shoved his fingers along his own hole.
From how quickly he had taken Gunner’s cock the last weekend, I knew he wouldn’t need much preparation. Still, I wanted Gunner to feel the anticipation, and the more I held him close to my chest, the more I felt his muscles, tugging and pulsing around my cock.
“Fuck,” Gunner groaned, watching as Malcolm crawled forward, first placing his hands on my shoulder and then wrapping his legs around us each. As I started to gently rock my cock against Gunner’s prostate, Malcolm climbed onto his lap.
“Guide yourself inside of him,” I instructed. “Gentle, but firm.”
Gunner nodded quickly, and I felt the sweat pouring down his back. In just a moment, he was sandwiched between the two of us. When Malcolm’s face twisted and he let out a sharp, whiny noise, I knew that Gunner had found his hole.
“Just like that,” I kept whispering. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
“Yes,” Gunner whispered back. “Fuck me into him.”
I rocked my hips, pulling both guys into my rhythm. My thighs burned with the strain of supporting them both, but as they matched my tempo, all I could feel was the explosive energy, flowing between us. My shaft was pulsing inside of Gunner, stretching him wide open, and every time I thrust myself a little deeper, he drove himself a little further into Malcolm.
Malcolm threw himself into it, riding Gunner’s cock like an expert. His graceful fingers gripped my shoulders as he supported himself, grinding his hole down on Gunner’s cock with more and more force. “Fill me all the way,” he whimpered. “I want to be your hole.”
Dirty talk, indeed. That boy never ceased to surprise me.
I began to thrust harder, an orgasm building up my shaft, precum throbbing from my balls. I got even harder and thicker, and as I drove my tip against Gunner’s tender prostate, he let out a string of obscenities.
We were all on the edge, and when Malcolm’s cock started squirting and bouncing in the air, I knew it was time. “Now,” I whispered into Gunner’s ear. “Give him your load, and I’ll give you mine.”
Gunner groaned, and his entire body began to convulse. His muscles hardened in my embrace, and when Malcolm sprayed semen straight into the air, Gunner bucked his hips just as hard as I bucked mine. My heavy balls tightened, then unleashed a stream of hot cum into the condom. When Gunner’s muscles kept spasming and tightening, I sprayed again and again, a groan emerging from deep in my chest.
Gunner wrapped his arms around Malcolm’s shoulders, pulling him tight and holding his weight, just like I was holding him. I kept my muscles steady and taut, providing them stability while they each fell into each other’s sticky, wet release.
It felt good to hold them like that.
It felt like they were mine, and I had done them right.
When their bodies stopped trembling, I slowly lowered them to the mattress. Gunner was still buried inside of Malcolm, but I took a moment to pull myself out, carefully removing the condom and making sure Gunner was in good condition. I leaned forward, kissing them each on the cheek once.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, tracing the back of my hand along Gunner’s rear. A guy could feel a lot of things after getting fucked for the first time, and I needed to know that Gunner had a positive experience.
“I’m good,” he whispered.
“Me too,” Malcolm whispered back.
I rose to my feet, intending to go clean myself up in the bathroom and bring them back fresh glasses of water. When I shifted my weight off the bed, however, Gunner lifted his head.
“Don’t leave,” he said. “I don’t want you to leave.”
I knelt down again. “I wasn’t leaving. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”
“And then you’ll stay with us?” Malcolm asked, barely raising his head.
My heart tightened in my chest to hear him ask. I hadn’t spent the night with anyone in years. At most, I had expected the guys to want a little fun together, maybe even a little kinky play, before I headed back to the mountains. But now with the dim light of the evening falling on their beautiful faces, it seemed like the only t
hing to do.
“I’ll stay if you want me to,” I said. “Of course I will.”
“Good,” Gunner muttered, smiling to himself. “Good, Maddox.”
By the time I returned from the bathroom, they were both passed out. The mattress was a little small, but as soon as I crawled in beside them, Malcolm wiggled his way into my arms. Held by me and Gunner both, he looked like an angel.
My little devil and my little angel, I thought and drifted off to sleep.
Even with how empty Gunner’s fridge was, I was still able to whip together a better breakfast than the can of beans I had to offer back at the cabin. By the time they actually managed to drag themselves out of bed, I had some scrambled eggs, toast, and fried tomatoes ready to go. The guys were each wearing what appeared to be a pair of Gunner’s sweatpants, and they both looked a little dazed.
“That was something special last night,” I said by way of greeting. Knowing how vulnerable guys could feel after bottoming for the first time, I wanted to make sure Gunner especially heard me say it.
“Yeah,” Malcolm said brightly. “That was really something.”
We made morning conversation for a while, exchanging compliments and smiles. Each of the guys looked a little awkward, probably feeling shy about all the things that had just happened, but the awkwardness only endeared them to me more. Joining them at the table, I realized that I was reluctant for our time together to end again.
“I’m going to be feeling that for a while,” Gunner joked, holding his backside. “But don’t think that means I’m not up for another round later,” he added.
I chuckled. “Have you always been a hellraiser?”
“Pretty much,” he answered, shoveling some eggs and tomato into his mouth. “I got a lot worse after my mom died, though.”
After he said it, his face scrunched up. It seemed pretty clear that he didn’t intend to share that information over breakfast. I thought I would let it slide and maybe check in with him later, but Malcolm reached out and grabbed his hand.
Gunner pulled his hand back and waved it in the air, trying to redirect the conversation. “I tell you what, though, I got into some real trouble after that happened. I started skipping class and selling weed and doing every damn thing I could to piss my dad off. I was already getting detention once a week, but after that, I’m surprised I didn’t get myself arrested.”