Through With Love
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“Yeah, well, get used to it. I’m going to make him stay with you for at least the next week or so.”
“I wish you guys would come down more often than on the weekends.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tim brought Kent’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Then maybe we can talk about that, too.”
Chapter Nineteen
One year later
Kent rolled over in bed and found himself pressed against Tim’s side. He draped an arm over Tim, nipping his shoulder. When his hand slid lower, he found Tim’s cock rock-hard and ready.
“Mmm, nice. That’s the kind of good-morning I like.”
“Dude, you just want a good-morning fuck,” Tim sleepily teased.
“Duh.”
Behind Kent, Paul stirred and rolled against Kent, his hard cock wedged against the seam of Kent’s ass. “Dibs on Sir’s ass.” He let out a yawn.
“Shit,” Tim muttered before he started laughing. “What happened to me getting to sleep late on weekends?”
But he still spread his thighs without question or a command needed, holding his legs behind the knees. Paul had fairly beat him to the punch, and it wasn’t like it was any hardship starting their morning like this.
“Get what I need, boy,” Kent ordered. “Then you can play with me.”
Paul bounced out of bed and returned seconds later with a towel and lube while Kent pulled the fuck sheath out of Tim’s ass.
Kent dropped the fuck sheath onto the towel and slathered his hard and eager monster with lube.
“You know the rule,” Kent said. “Let me get inside him before you lube me up, boy.”
Behind Kent, Paul chuckled. “Aw.” He already had two gloved fingers worked into Kent’s ass.
“You make me go off too soon and I won’t let you fuck me. Patience, or you won’t get your beating this morning.”
With the head of his cock pressing against Tim’s rim, Kent stared down into the man’s eyes. “Let me in, baby. Got a nut to bust. You know I love it when you beg me for it.”
Tim stared up at him, the glazed look Kent loved already appearing in his eyes. “Please fuck me, Sir.” Tim started rocking his hips a little, as much as he could in that position, offering himself to Kent.
Kent’s cock throbbed as he slowly started fucking him, taking his time, planting his hands on either side of Tim’s head once he had the tip in.
“You know what I want. We can stay here all morning until you give it to me.”
He felt Tim’s ass greedily grabbing at his meat while he flexed it around Kent’s cock as he pressed for deeper entry. Most of the time, at this angle, Tim would squirt for him if he hadn’t come yet that day.
He craved the vulnerability in the man’s expression when he did, too. Loved knowing that only he and Paul got to see Tim like this. Once he realized that about Tim, he never made him do it at a party.
Only when the three of them were alone.
Although he did enjoy having Tim ride him at a party, sitting spread-legged across his lap, his back pressed against Kent’s chest while Paul knelt between Kent’s thighs and sucked Tim’s cock. Like that, he could watch his guests having fun and enjoying themselves, and it never got boring.
Besides, he had Paul, who didn’t mind how Kent fucked him at the parties, or how many people were watching when he did it.
Sure, some of Kent’s previous partners were a little disappointed they didn’t get to ride the monster anymore.
But when Kent purchased a couple of dongs that were every bit as thick as he was, as well as longer, and put them out in rotation for guests to use, that had created lots of fun times. They never grew soft, and anyone could ride them as long as they wanted.
One night Kent, Paul, and Tim had gleefully watched while a blue-eyed twink had been spread-eagled across the couch, sucking cock after cock while another twink had sucked him off and a third fucked him with the dong.
Then they’d switched positions.
It’d been an incredible non-stop orgy that night, even by the usual standards set by Kent’s parties, and they’d all left happy and satisfied, his other guests amused by the floorshow.
But only his boys got to play with Kent’s cock—and ass—and he was the only one who got theirs.
For the past year, it’d been working for them. He’d finally talked them into moving in with him full-time a month after his heart attack.
They kept their house but rented it out for extra income. Since they needed to upgrade their office to something larger, they were looking for piece of a commercial property in the Sarasota or Bradenton areas, because their daily commute up to Tampa was getting old.
Kent would go halves with them on it. He considered it an investment, since he was buying into their company.
They needed the capital to expand and really kick ass, and he had the capital.
It was a perfect union.
Just like the three of them were a perfect union.
Once Kent was completely buried inside Tim’s ass, Paul wasted no time sliding his cock up Kent’s ass.
Yeah, he wasn’t bored at all. Between the three of them, they had more fun than was probably allowed by any laws.
But instead of going to town fucking his ass like Kent expected, Paul said, “Now, Daddy?”
Tim, whose lower lip was firmly clamped between his teeth, nodded.
“Huh?”
Paul grabbed Kent’s left hand as he rested his chin on Kent’s left shoulder.
“A year ago you nearly died on us. Daddy and I used to have a little anniversary tradition that you sort of became a part of that first time we played together.”
He slipped a ring onto Kent’s left ring finger. “Happy Anniversary, Kent. We love you.”
Tim grabbed Kent’s left hand and pulled it to his mouth, kissing it and sucking on his fingers. “Love you,” he gasped.
Kent stared at the wedding band, a match to the ones the men wore. “Wait…what?”
“We licked you,” Paul said. “That makes you ours. Many times over.”
“Uh-huh!” Tim gasped.
Stunned, Kent stared at the ring, unable to take his gaze off it. “That’s—”
He felt Tim’s ass clamp down on the monster again, and immediately, Tim came, jizzing all over himself. He squeezed Kent’s hand as he did, a needy, low moan rolling from him and leaving him gasping, laughing.
“Sorry. I couldn’t think.” He stared up at Kent. “You’re ours, asshole.” A sexy smiled filled his face. “Just like we’re yours.”
Kent leaned in and kissed him. “Thanks for the cracked ribs.”
Tim’s smile widened. “You’re welcome.”
“Okay, I really need to fuck,” Paul said. He planted a hand in the middle of Kent’s back, not letting him sit up.
Kent was okay with that, instead kissing Tim and loving the feel of being joined to these two men.
Ever since that day he’d awakened in the hospital, he’d felt the old shadows from his past retreat, never returning to haunt him the way they had.
Paul and Tim were the sunlight his soul had needed to fully cleanse and heal him.
A literal rebirth, as cheesy and stupid as it sounded. His life starting over.
With them.
Once Paul finished, it only took Kent a few strokes for him to nut, and then they lay sprawled across each other in a sticky, sweaty heap.
“You do realize the horndog is now officially fifty-percent your problem, too, right?” Tim muttered from the bottom of the pile.
Kent snickered. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”
He reached behind him and patted Paul on the ass. “Both of you are my problem, and I’ve never been happier.”
THE END
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