The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  Grabbing the card, Sam lowered his head and got up. There was an open doorway at the far end of the bar. It led to the bathrooms but Sam prayed that it also a way out. As he moved towards it, he heard, “Hey you.”

  Sam kept walking trying to do everything he could to not draw attention to himself.

  “Sam Bitter?” Tom bellowed across the bar.

  That was it. Sam couldn’t pretend any longer. Breaking into a sprint, Sam ran through the doorway. Passing the bathrooms, he turned the corner. Passing another door he spotted the exit at the end of the hall.

  Slamming into the metal bar, the door opened. Running outside, Sam looked both ways looking for an escape.

  “Freeze, FBI,” Tom shouted as he came up behind him.

  Without thinking, Sam headed left. Although the alleyway was a maze, to the right was a long corridor which left a lot of opportunity for Tom to aim and fire. A short distance to the left was a ‘T’ junction. If he could get there fast enough, Tom wouldn’t know which way he went.

  “Stop or I’ll shoot.”

  It didn’t work. Tom saw him. Quickly dodging right, Sam hoped to lose him in the turns. Taking another quick left, Sam considered his luck when he saw a tall chain-link fence ahead. He had chosen a dead end.

  Not giving up, Sam sped up instead of slowing down. He knew he could climb it. Could Tom? He just needed to make it there before Tom had the chance to shoot him.

  “Sam, stop!” Sam heard just as he was about to launch himself upwards.

  With every move he made, Sam expected to hear a shot. There was now nothing to stop Tom. Wasn’t revenge what Tom was after? Wouldn’t shooting him dead give him that?

  As Sam approached the top of the fence, he noticed that he was still alive. How? Didn’t Tom have a clear shot?

  Over the top, Sam took a quick look back. Tom stood motionless at the end of the alleyway with his gun pointed at him. Why wasn’t he shooting? Why wasn’t he chasing him or yelling? Was he just waiting for Sam to make it to the other side before he fired?

  Knowing he needed to get out of there as soon as possible, Sam threw himself from the top of the eight-foot fence. Hitting the ground, he rolled.

  “Freeze!” Sam heard as he again scrambled to his feet.

  Now separated by fifty feet and a fence, Sam looked back at Tom. Tom’s gun was pointed directly at him. Sam took a final look at the man he had once known and then turned and ran. If he hadn’t shot him by now, Sam was willing to bet that he wasn’t going to.

  Sam was right. No longer hearing footsteps behind him, Sam approached the far corner of the alleyway. Turning right, he exited the maze on the far side of the block.

  Slowing to a walk as not to draw attention to himself, he knew he needed to get out of there. He thought about his car parked in front of the bar. If it wasn’t already being watched, it would be soon. His car was lost to him. He was going to have to figure out somewhere close he could go.

  ‘Where was he?’ he wondered. Gainesville wasn’t his town. The only people he knew there were Jack and Maria.

  That was it, he had to get to Jack’s place. Jack had mentioned that he was staying at a dump at the edge of town called the Florida Motel. That’s where he had to go.

  Sam reached for his phone to tell Jack not to go to the bar. The phone wasn’t in his pocket. What had happened? Did he leave it in his car? Did he lose it when he jumped over the fence?

  Looking down touching his pockets, it dawned on him that he was still clutching Tom’s business card. How could he still have that but not have his phone?

  It didn’t matter. Sam didn’t have to call them. Unless Nick, the bartender ratted them out, they would just get a drink and wait for him. When he didn’t arrive they would leave a return home.

  Sam could also imagine Jack trying to call him and getting Tom who had found his phone. That would be a problem, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Yes, it was possible that Sam had seen the very last of Jack and Maria, but Sam wasn’t going to accept that as a given. He had to go to Jack’s motel and find out.

  It was as Sam walked the two miles to the Florida Motel that he passed a liquor store. Going in he bought a fifth of vodka, put it in a paper bag and continued his walk.

  Cracking it open he thought about how Tom could have found him. It didn’t make sense. There were only a few people who knew he might be there. He only went to the bar when he was in Gainesville. And he was only in Gainesville when he was organizing a job.

  ‘Lamar,’ Sam realized. Jack had said that Lamar was missing. The FBI must have gotten him. Tom’s visit was definitely not about catching up on old times. He was there to arrest him for the bank robberies.

  In spite of why he was there, Sam couldn’t help but think back to the times he had with his childhood friend. Sam wondered if he would have been attracted to guys if he hadn’t met Tom. His friend had awakened something in young Sam, and once it got a hold of Sam it hadn’t let him go.

  Though he was continuously vowing that he would stop, Sam still thought about Tom every day. Tom haunted him. And when the thought of Tom’s naked body would flood his mind, the only thing that could put an end to it was a lot of alcohol. With that, Sam took a large swig of vodka.

  It took Sam an hour to walk the back streets to Jack’s motel. Hiding in the woods across the street from it, Sam stared at its driveway and drank. He still couldn’t believe he had seen Tom after all of this time. His chest hurt thinking about him.

  Sam looked at Tom’s crumpled card again. On the back was a handwritten number with the word ‘cell’. Was that Tom’s cell number? His heart ached thinking about it. He wanted so badly to talk to Tom. But what would he say to him if he could?

  Just as Sam began to lose hope that Jack and Maria would ever come back, Sam saw a car park in front of the motel. He perked up watching who got out. It was a man and a woman. That had to be Jack and Maria.

  Getting up, Sam realized how very drunk he was. Leaving the nearly empty bottle behind, he crossed the busy highway. It was rush hour. With the cars moving quickly Sam shot forward unsure if he would make it. When the last of the cars whipped behind him and he was marching towards Jack’s door, he suddenly realized that he was going to have to tell them about Tom. What was he going to say?

  Sam banged on the door. “Open up. It’s Sam.”

  There was a slight pause before the door opened. Handsome Jack stood blocking the doorway.

  “Why weren’t you at the bar?”

  “Let me in. There’s someone after us.”

  Jack’s mouth dropped open. Ushering Sam in, Jack looked around outside before closing and locking the door.

  Sam stumbled into the small room spotting a chair against the far wall. He headed to it and sat down.

  “Who’s after us?” Jack asked.

  Hearing the question, Sam looked around for his vodka bottle. Remembering where he left it, he turned to Jack. “I need a drink.”

  Jack turned towards the bottles standing on the mini fridge. He had poured himself two fingers of whiskey. Jack handed Sam his whiskey and then poured another one for himself. Sam sipped it and then put the glass on the ground.

  “Now, who’s after us, Sam?”

  “The FBI. They were waiting for me at the bar.” Sam knew that that wasn’t exactly how it went but it was close enough.

  “How did they know to find you there?” Maria asked from the bed.

  “I think Lamar told them. You said that you couldn’t get a hold of him. Did you?”

  “No. Neither of them. Lamar and Louie. Neither of them is answering. You said they were waiting for you? Did you see them?”

  “Yeah. There was one. He chased me through the alley. He could have shot me if he wanted. He didn’t.”

  “Could he have followed you here?” Jack asked getting nervous.

  “There’s no way. If he would have had the chance to take me, I think he would have.”

  “We were in there,” Maria said drawing Sam�
��s attention. “We waited for you in there for an hour. Why didn’t you call us and let us know they were there?”

  “I didn’t have my phone,” Sam explained.

  “Jesus,” Jack exclaimed knocking back his drink. Jack sat on the edge of the bed facing Sam. “What do we do?”

  “I don’t know,” Sam admitted staring at the two others.

  “Fucking great, Sam,” Maria said grabbing herself a drink.

  “It’s not my fault,” Sam said unconvincingly.

  “It’s never your fault, is it? Everything is always someone else’s fault. I need to get out of here.”

  Maria took her glass and left. Sam got up to go after her, but Jack waved him off.

  “Let her go. She just needs to blow off steam. I’m gonna be honest, she really doesn’t like you.”

  Sam fell back into the chair. “That’s because I fucked her cousin.”

  Jack thought for a second. “I thought you said her cousin’s name was Tony?”

  Sam froze realizing what he said. His drunk mind scrambled. “It is. You know, she’s one of these chicks with guy names.”

  “But didn’t you say you worked with him?”

  Sam shook his head and laughed. He couldn’t think fast enough to explain that one.

  Jack stared at him unresponsive. After a long pause, Jack spoke again.

  “Wait, why would she be mad that you slept with her cousin?”

  Sam gave up. “I don’t know what to tell ya, man.”

  “So, you and Maria fucked?” Jack said putting it together.

  “Yeah. But it was like five years ago.”

  “No wonder she hates you so much,” Jack joked.

  “Yeah,” Sam replied with a laugh.

  “And when you two were together, you fucked her cousin named Tony.”

  Sam looked at Jack and then threw back the rest of his drink. He didn’t need the extra alcohol. The room was already dancing around him. He was already drunker than he needed to be.

  “I gotta pee,” Sam said getting up and heading to the bathroom.

  Sam did his best to walk straight. He failed. Sam could get there, but his route reflected the near fifth of vodka he had drunk.

  Standing in front of the moving toilet he took out his dick and peed. As he did, he became aware of someone watching him. Looking towards the door, he saw Jack. What was he doing? Sam wasn’t sure but he could feel is cock grow hard in his hand as Handsome Jack stared.

  Tapping off, he slung his cock back in his pants, flushed and then washed his hands. The entire time, Jack watched. As Sam tried to walk past Jack in the doorway, Jack stepped in front of him and the men stood inches apart.

  Inhaling Jack’s manly scent, Sam wondered if Jack was threatening to hit or kiss him. Sam knew which he preferred. The sensation of having Handsome Jack so close to him was making him hard. Sam’s heart thumped. Sam moved in closer threatening to touch Jack’s lips with his own. And instead of moving away or slugging him, Jack leaned towards him and they kissed.

  Jack’s firm strong lips sent a warm wave down Sam’s body ebbing at his growing cock. Sam had thought about this for so long and when Jack grabbed his neck kissing him harder, Sam held his cheeks walking him backward.

  Approaching the bed, Sam forced him down. Climbing on top of him, the men ripped at their clothes. Stripping the man underneath him, he pushed his hands across Jack’s rippling chest. The feeling made his cock flinch. And when he pulled at Jack’s pants unzipping him, he felt the bulge of Jack’s hard cock and lost his breath.

  Pulling Jack’s pants off, he clutched Jack’s clothed cock and reconnected their lips. As they kissed, Jack stripped him. When Sam’s cock was free and Jack pulled away, Sam released Jack from his embrace allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down his body. Jack stopped at Sam’s groin. Moments later, Jack slipped Sam’s cock into his warm mouth.

  Sam whipped his head back feeling Jack’s tongue trace the rim of his head. Sam found it hard to breathe. Massaging Sam’s balls, Jack proved that he knew what he was doing. When Jack pushed Sam’s cock onto the back of his throat and then swallowed it, Sam felt like he could have exploded.

  Pushing Jack away and withdrawing his cock, Sam knew what he wanted to do next. Manhandling Jack, he flipped him onto his knees. Yanking his underwear down he pushed Jack’s chest to the bed. Forcing Jack down opened up his ass cheeks. His hole looked tight. And lubed from Jack’s spit, he gripped his thick cock and took aim.

  It was then that the motel room’s door opened. Sam looked up seeing Maria take a step and then freeze. Perhaps this should have mattered to Sam but he was too drunk to care. There was something about his ex-girlfriend watching him fuck her new boyfriend that turned Sam on. So as she watched, he turned back to Jack’s virginal asshole and pushed.

  “Ahh,” Jack moaned.

  Hearing that, Maria entered and closed the door. She gave Sam a look telling him that she couldn’t believe what Sam was doing. That didn’t stop him. He just pushed harder.

  As Jack’s soft spot gave way, Jack took a deep breath. Relaxing, Jack’s asshole opened up and swallowed Sam’s cock. Jack’s tight hole was choking him. Unwilling to give up this manly fight, Sam forced his way in. Jack groaned.

  Finally, when Sam’s balls touched Jack’s bare ass, Sam relented. Leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Jack’s chest, he drank in the sensation of having a strong back against his taut body. It made his breath hitch.

  Kneeling back up, Sam gripped Jack’s waist. Holding him tightly, he withdrew his long, thick cock and then sunk it back in. It felt fantastic. Closing his eyes he allowed the pleasure to wash through him. Allowing his neck to roll he took in every movement and the feeling that came with it. Sam was almost lost in the sensation when he heard a high-pitched moan.

  Opening his eyes, Sam looked over at Maria. She had one hand caressing her tit while the other rubbed the denim covering her clit. Watching him and her boyfriend was turning her on. Sam couldn’t believe it. And the harder he fucked Jack, the softer her face became and the more her breasts heaved.

  “Come here,” Sam ordered.

  Maria approached the naked men reaching for the side of Sam’s face. Touching it, she guided Sam’s lips to hers. Allowing the tips of their tongues to gently swirl together, she felt Sam’s hand slip under her shirt. In a moment her shirt was off.

  Still vigorously fucking Jack, Sam continued to undress Maria. Desperately wanting to join the pile of hot naked flesh, she helped. When nothing but Maria’s mocha skin stood before him, Sam held one of her full breasts in one hand and put the other on the inner bend of Jack’s hip. Knowing that he was holding a naked man and woman at the same time drove Sam wild.

  “Let him fuck you,” Sam whispered in Maria’s ear.

  Maria’s eyes brightened as she smiled for the first time.

  Sam stopped fucking and allowed Jack to push up onto his hands. Seeing an opening Maria slid underneath Jack. Lying on her back, Jack kissed her. And steering Jack hard cock from deep inside his ass, he pushed Jack’s dick into Maria.

  As the three of them fucked each other, Maria and Jack moaned. Sam controlled it all. When he fucked Jack harder, Jack fucked Maria harder. When he rotated his hips circling Jack’s hole, Jack did the same to Maria. It was phenomenal.

  Leaning forward, Sam reached around Jack and pinched Maria’s nipples. She squealed. Messaging them between his fingertips, Sam suddenly started thinking of Tom.

  Why had Tom come to find him by himself? Why hadn’t he shot? Perhaps Tom still thought about the things that the two boys had done all those years ago. Perhaps he wanted more.

  Sam thought about the gorgeous man he looked back at as he stared through the chain-link. He was lean, and fit and every bit of the guy he once knew. Sam thought of him naked. Sam thought about him writhing under him just as Jack was now. And when he pictured Tom grabbing his neck and kissing him, he felt the tingle shoot up his inner thigh and rocket towards his balls.

 
Fucking Jack harder and pinching Maria’s nipples the two bodies beneath him squealed. Forcing them to erupt in orgasm, Sam turned his thoughts to the boy he had never stopped thinking about. Throwing his hips as hard as he could against Jack’s warm ass, Sam freed his mind and exploded into the man beneath him.

  “Ahhhh!” Sam bellowed before collapsing onto Jack.

  Jack couldn’t hold Sam up for long. With his arms shaking, he fell onto Maria. Crushed under the weight of the two men, she pulled herself from underneath them pulling Jack’s shrinking cock out of her.

  With the full effects of the alcohol kicking in, Sam held onto Jack to steady the room. He liked having a solid body in his arms. It felt so secure and powerful. Sam could lay like that all night if only he could get himself to stop thinking about Tom.