“Straight to the main course,” Julian agreed.
Which would be me. I lifted myself up to sit on the edge of the table, and carefully lowered myself back to lie flat and face up. The folded napkin at the other end was in just the right place to let me hang my head back over the edge of the table in comfort.
For a moment, I had an upside-down view of the city below, the lights glimmering through the falling snow. Then Julian moved to stand in front of me, so that all I cared about was the cock right in front of my eyes.
He had a thin condom on; thin enough that I could see every detail of the flesh beneath. I should have thought about that before, about fucking two strangers who fucked other strangers, but didn’t feel the need now to check on Steve as well. I could hear the familiar rip of foil from where I lay.
I felt Steve’s hands on my legs, pulling them wide apart. “OK?” he asked.
“Go for it.”
Steve did. Not Julian, not yet. Just that cock swaying tantalizingly in front of my mouth, as Steve’s cock pushed into me, opening me up. Slowly at first, giving me a chance to get used to it.
And then it felt right, and there was just the pleasure of a man inside me, making me want to thrust back against him. I couldn’t in this position, not much, but maybe that was the point.
Sweet relief as Julian finally brought his cock within my reach, holding the shaft and tracing the head over my lips. I reached back to grab for it. Julian laughed, and said, “No biting.”
“I won’t. Not if you don’t make me wait.”
“Greedy.”
Yes, I was greedy. I wanted both of them, wanting them filling me up.
“Open wide,” Julian said, and I did. The position was perfect, his cock slid smoothly into my mouth. A tiny pause, then further in, giving me as much as I could take, as much as I could possibly want. And before I could feel that I needed to breathe, he pulled back, just enough to make me comfortable.
“All right?” he asked, and his voice wasn’t quite so steady now. I gave him a thumbs-up sign.
With that, they both thrust into me, making me giddy with sensation. All I had to do was lie back and take it, a man at each end. Either alone would have been enough, but both together was overwhelming. Steve stretching me with each stroke, his size making it only just this side of being too much. Julian filling my mouth, my throat, making me very glad that I had my head tipped back over the edge of the table. Perfectly positioned for their pleasure, and mine.
The only way it could have been better was if there’d been someone to suck my cock. But wishing for that would be just plain greedy, when I already had more than enough for my needs. My own hand would do well enough.
As they thrust into me, I stroked my cock. A loose grip at first, needing something but trying not to come too fast. Each thrust brought me that bit closer to the edge. Nothing fancy in it, just honest hard fucking, but I didn’t need fancy. All I needed was what I already had – letting two strangers fuck me. Warm bodies in a warm flat, while only a few metres away the snow swirled through the air.
They thrust faster, obviously close to coming. I tightened my grip, keeping in time with them. But not quite in time, because Julian’s smooth rhythm stuttered slightly, and then he shoved deep into my mouth and came.
Not so slim now, that cock, not when I wanted to breathe. Needed to breathe, by the time he pulled out. But, even so, I wanted him back in my mouth, wanted to feel them both in me as I came.
And then that thought was banished as Steve gripped his hand around mine, and worked my cock with both our hands. “Go on, come for us,” I heard one of them say, and wasn’t sure which of them it was. All I was sure of was that I could come for them, would come with one more stroke.
Steve gave it to me. And then I was coming, my own hot come splattering across my body where the coffee had earlier been spilt.
So much better than going home to that warm but empty flat of my own. It was still my own hand around my cock, but it was someone else’s cock in my arse, someone else’s hands warm on my bare shoulders. I lay back and enjoyed every last bit of sensation, from the glorious feel of coming, right down to the delicate texture of the damask tablecloth that lay between me and the table.
Steve was just far enough behind me that I could still feel the pulse of his orgasm inside me as I finished my own. He held still for a moment, and then pulled out, dropping to his knees and laying his head on me for a moment.
Julian asked me, “Do you need some help getting up?”
“Actually, now you mention it . . .”
He shifted his grip on my shoulders, lifting me up just enough that I could make it the rest of the way to a sitting position. Steve put a hand on the table and levered himself to his feet, moving back just enough to be out of my way as I eased off the table. He was grinning.
“Enjoy that?” he asked.
“Definitely worth getting soaked for.” I looked down at myself. “Both times.”
He laughed. “I think we’d both better go and have a shower, and not just for after-sex clean-up.”
Coffee and come wasn’t so bad a mix, but a hot shower still sounded wonderful. “Lead the way.”
It was a fairly decent-sized walk-in shower, as befitted an expensive flat. Big enough for two, if they were good friends. Definitely not big enough for three, though. “What about Julian?”
“There’s another shower for the other bedroom, and he needs less cleaning up than we do.” Steve smirked. “Besides, I did the shopping; he can get the food ready.”
An equitable division of labour, had Steve actually put any effort into doing his shopping. On the other hand, Steve and I had paid up front in wet discomfort for our evening’s pleasure. It felt so good as the hot water hit my skin, taking away the last of any chill from the snow. Felt even better as Steve picked up a flannel and scrubbed my chest. Not seduction, just a gesture of hospitality. The sensual pleasure was in the heat, and feeling clean, and enjoying someone caring for me. “Thanks.”
“You can do me next. But you needed it more; you got hit by most of the coffee.”
“I suppose we could have had a shower first to warm up . . .”
“But we didn’t want to wait.”
No. It had been only a few minutes from Julian’s accidental offer to the actual sex. Might almost as well have been round the back of a pub. But round the back of a pub wouldn’t have had this afterwards, the lazy luxurious shower, and dinner overlooking the city below.
We wallowed in the hot water for rather longer than was strictly needed to get clean. And when we got out, there were big fluffy towels on a heated towel rail. Wouldn’t have had that round the back of the pub, either.
The final touch was a dressing gown that felt warm and soft against my skin. As I wrapped it around me, Steve asked, “Better than waiting on the platform for a late tram?”
“Much better.”
“And I promised you a hot drink as well.”
We found Julian in the kitchen. “There’s shepherd’s pie. Or if that doesn’t suit, we can send out for takeaway.” He looked slightly embarrassed. “Food, I mean . . .”
“Shepherd’s pie will be fine, thanks.”
A few minutes later I was sitting with Steve on a sofa, sipping my coffee and watching the snow fall. “This is a much better evening than I’d expected.”
“Do you want to stay tonight? There’s a spare bedroom.”
Of course I did, with or without more sex. “Love to.”
His smile made it clear that the offer had been genuine. His tone was teasing as he said, “At least your clothes should have dried out by morning.”
“That’s not the only reason I’m staying.” I stretched out my legs and leaned back. “Nor is the sex, if I’m honest.”
He nodded. “Nice just to stay in with company in this weather.” Then he grinned. “Although I hope the sex is a factor.”
I leaned over and kissed him. “You know damn well that it was good. And I�
�d be happy to have a second helping later.”
“Good,” said Julian from behind us. “Incidentally, is it my imagination, or did you two already know each other?”
We explained. That led into conversation about where we worked, which carried on as we sat down to dinner. The table was covered with the same spread of damask, although now it was set rather more conventionally. The food was good, and as we finished dessert I said so. Julian fairly glowed with pleasure, so I could guess who the cooking hobbyist was. “You obviously like a variety of sensual experiences.”
He raised a glass of wine to me. “I have the great good fortune to have youth, health, and money. I am damn well going to make the most of the privilege.”
And for this one night I was invited to share in that. “Shall we clear the table?”
“For another round?” Steve asked. He glanced at Julian. “I don’t mind the table again, but I’d like to go for my own fantasy, and there’s something about the snow at night . . .” He sounded wistful.
Julian laughed softly and reached over to lay a hand on Steve’s cheek. “I’ve had my turn, love. It’s your turn now.”
They smiled at each other, and for a moment I was excluded; inside the warm cocoon of their flat, but outside the very obvious love between them. Then Steve stood up, and said, “We should clear the table, since Julian set it.”
When we’d finished, we went back through to the lounge. Once again Julian was lit only by the city lights. But this time he was lying on a chaise longue. His dressing gown had fallen open, or perhaps been artfully posed. He was lounging back on a pile of cushions and had one arm draped along the backrest of the chaise, looking like something out of a Victorian erotic postcard – the sort that a Victorian gentleman could just about get away with claiming was Art, and therefore respectable, at least if he were a gentleman. Like Julian, in fact.
Steve was right. The swirling snow outside the window added to the scene, giving it a dreamlike quality. I was more than willing to go along with their dream, ride their fantasy with them. Whatever it was.
Steve slipped my dressing gown back over my shoulders so that it dropped to the floor. Then I walked over to stand by Julian, looking down at him. He was holding his cock now, working it slowly with his hand. Watching me, and Steve standing behind me.
I couldn’t guess at what it was they wanted of me. Easiest just to ask. “What do you want me to do?”
Steve ran his hand down my back, finishing with his finger resting just over my hole. He pushed it in just as he said, “Sit on his cock. Just sit.”
Julian shifted down the chaise so that he was lying with his back still on the cushions, but his legs over the edge, with his feet firmly planted on the floor. In that position it would be easy enough to stand over him and lower myself down. As I went to do so, Steve said, “No, facing the other way. So you can lie back against him.”
I’d be lying on my back on top of Julian, giving Steve a perfect view of Julian’s cock up my arse. Just like the less discreet sort of Victorian naughty postcard. Maybe that really was Steve’s kink, and not just my idle fancy.
Steve obviously liked to watch, so I took it slowly, standing over Julian and then easing myself down onto his cock. After the fucking Steve had given me earlier, I could have easily taken it in one go, but tantalizing all three of us was more fun.
Finally I had it all in, and I leaned back against Julian. I had a good view as Steve kneeled between Julian’s legs. Steve took hold of my cock, and licked the bottom of the shaft. That felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Then Steve moved down, to suck my balls. First one, then the other, massaging them with his tongue.
I squirmed, trying to find a position where I could rock myself on Julian’s cock, but Julian held me firm with an arm across my chest. “Wait,” he said in my ear. I didn’t have much choice, because there was a wiry strength in that lean body. But relaxing was impossible while Steve’s mouth worked its magic on my balls.
Steve moved lower still, leaving my balls alone. Then Julian gasped and dug his fingers into me, and I realized what Steve was doing – licking Julian’s cock where it entered my body.
The image in my mind made me want to grab, to hold, to thrust. But Julian still held me, and I followed his lead, lying quiet for Steve to do as he willed. I was right at the edge of my self-control when Steve finally sat back a little, and reached for something in the pocket of the dressing gown he still wore.
A tube of lube, and a small vibrator.
It was a stretch going in, but the good sort of stretch, that makes you certain you could manage a little more. Then Steve turned the vibrator on.
It would have been fantastic by itself. Jammed in alongside Julian’s cock, it was mind-blowing. And that was before Steve started slowly moving it round from one side of Julian’s cock to the other, sending sensation shooting through me.
Not just my arse, either. Julian was nuzzling at my neck, and rolling one of my nipples between his fingertips. Enough of this and I’d come anyway, whether or not I was held too tightly to move.
Steve looked at us and grinned. “He’s close enough.”
“So am I,” Julian said. “Get on with it.”
Steve pulled out the vibrator, and I moaned. Julian said, “Patience. You’ll be satisfied soon enough.” He spread his legs a little more, spreading me wide open.
And Steve leaned forward and pushed his cock into me.
Not all the way, although in the first shock it felt like it. I yelped, from surprise as much as pain. But he’d paused only an inch or two in, and waited, watching me.
Julian asked, “Too much?”
Oh, God. Both of them stuffed up me. It would be too much; it had to be too much. But I was already recovering from the shock, my arse greedy for more. “I can take it, if you’re careful.”
“I’ll be careful,” Steve promised. “Slow’s better anyway.”
He pushed in a little further, then back out. I could feel him doing something, then wet slickness. He must have put more lube on. I breathed hard and fast, trying to relax the right muscles. Back in, and his cock slipped in a little further this time. Julian gasped, and pinched my nipple hard. Not deliberate, not this time.
Another stroke, wedging me open a little more. And again, and he must have had at least half his length into me by now. I kept thinking it must be all in, then realizing that I could feel just Julian deep inside me, a shocking contrast to the thickness of both of them together.
A little more, and a little more. And then Steve really was all the way inside me, his cock alongside Julian’s, both of them filling me to capacity.
Steve paused, somehow, giving me a moment to get used to it. And then he started thrusting in earnest, pulling back and sliding in again in a smooth, practised rhythm.
Finally Julian let go of me, letting me move. Not that I needed to now. The strength of Steve’s stroke pushed me back a little along Julian’s cock, then let me slip forward again. Julian grabbed at my hips and pulled me back and forth, setting the pace he obviously liked.
Two cocks inside me, one long, one thick. Good thing I’d already been thoroughly fucked once tonight. I was open enough to take them both, but we’d had a long enough break over dinner that I was going to come quickly. So were they, going by the look on Steve’s face, and the way Julian’s breathing was harsh and quick.
Might as well go for broke. “Harder!”
And they did, slamming into me. Not quite in rhythm for one stroke, then two. On the third they fucked me together, both cocks jammed right up inside me, and I came.
I was overloaded with sensation, couldn’t think about anything except the way it felt. Didn’t even notice whether they were still going. For a very long moment it was about nothing but me.
When I finally started to come down, they’d also come. They held position for another moment or two before Steve slowly eased out of me. First one cock gone, then the other, leaving me empty. Empty, but satisfied. Julian held me a
moment or two longer before saying, “Help us up, love.”
Steve pulled himself to his feet and then held out a hand to me. I felt stiff as I staggered to my feet, and I knew I’d ache in the morning, but it had been well worth it. Steve helped Julian up before turning back to me. “Have I apologized adequately for spilling my coffee over you?”
“More than adequately.” But I didn’t want it to end there. They’d implied that Friday nights were random pickups, never the same twice, but, “Do you two have a set menu, or do you like to experiment?”
Steve flicked a glance behind me at Julian. Then he smiled, and said, “Oh, I think we have a few more flavour combinations we should work through. We can draw up a new menu in the morning.”
It turned out that between us we had quite an extensive list of things we wouldn’t mind trying at least once. We drew up that menu four months ago, and Friday nights haven’t been the same for me since. It’s usually a starter by Julian, dessert by Steve, and a lazy Saturday-morning breakfast in bed by me, although Julian always cooks dinner for us. So working through the permutations could take us a while yet. And summer’s coming up, with the prospect of balmy Friday nights and dinner on the balcony. Though we’ll probably have to close the blinds if things get too hot . . .
Citizen Cane
Ellie, Lincoln
I didn’t steal the DVD player, so I’m not confessing to that. My friend Alan bought it from someone in a pub and he didn’t ask questions – you don’t for twenty quid – and as Alan didn’t steal it either I’m not too worried. I mean, the player had been stolen already so it wasn’t like I was hiring a thief.
I’d lost my own DVD player to one of those freak accidents involving water and a leaking flower vase. I knew the insurance company wouldn’t pay and to be honest I didn’t want my premiums going up. Getting a new, cheap machine really was the best bet. Alan went to a pub in Lincoln notorious for offering things that had fallen off the backs of lorries and thirty minutes later turned up with the thing under his arm. Took two minutes to wire up and then, perhaps because he was feeling guilty about consorting with the riff-raff, he left me to watch whatever I fancied.
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