The Out of Towner

by Lilith Duvalier

  The door slammed shut behind them. Thomas’s body tightened in anticipation and he sucked in a deep breath. This time they were all horny and alone behind a heavy, locked door. Surely this time someone was going to throw him back onto the luxuriously dressed king sized bed and have their way with him. For all of Carlos’s talk about “seeing where things go” and Jimmy’s soft smiles, Thomas knew they hadn’t come up here to hold hands. But still, no one made a move. He wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not. The idea of both of them at the same time was getting more and more appealing, but Thomas still needed convincing. Looking around at the other two men standing awkwardly in the hotel room, he realized that he wasn’t the only one.

  For a moment that felt longer than it probably truly was, the three of them all looked at each other. Finally Jimmy broke the ice with one of his braying laughs. “The Jacuzzi is awesome. Should I go start it up?”

  “Yes.” Thomas was surprised that the confident agreement had come from him. “That’s a good idea.”

  Jimmy ducked into the bathroom. Carlos squeezed Thomas’s hand and they listened to things being moved around on the counter and the water being turned on.

  “Let’s all get comfortable,” Jimmy announced as he walked back into the room, already unknotting his tie. He walked past the two of them and pulled open one of the doors of the large, dark wardrobe in the corner of the opulent room. First he slipped his crisp charcoal suit jacket off and hung it carefully on one of the wide wooden hangers. Then he slid his tie over the cross bar at the bottom of the hanger. He handed Thomas and Carlos their own hangers. They both started to undress just as casually as Jimmy.

  It was all Thomas could manage not to start laughing. It was so surreal, Carlos fastidiously unknotting his tie and laying it over the bar of his own hanger, Jimmy carefully folding his pants along the crease line and snapping a pants hanger over the cuffs. They were all undressing like they were coworkers at the gym together, not like they had come up here for a spur of the moment threesome. Thomas’s fingers fumbled on the smaller buttons of his dress shirt and he blew out a steadying breath.

  Carlos noticed. He crossed the couple of feet of high pile silver carpet between them and began to unbutton Thomas’s shirt for him. Thomas let his hands fall away from his chest. Jimmy was already down to his undershirt and boxer briefs. He saw Thomas looking at him and gave him a smile. They held each other’s gazes as Jimmy pulled his undershirt over his head. Thomas licked his lips and Jimmy slid his boxers down his muscular legs.

  The most Thomas had ever seen of Jimmy was when he’d been in his underwear onstage, back in college. The body that Thomas had been so impressed with back in the day was the body of a boy with athletic hobbies and good genes. Jimmy was slim and cultivated now. Not like a bulky, roided up gym rat, but like a Greek statue. Except, where a Greek statue would have a prim, polite little penis budding between its marble legs, Jimmy’s cock was nested in glossy black curls and hanging, fat and pink and already starting to swell, a little ways past the curve of his groin between his legs. When Thomas realized that he was staring, he snapped his eyes guiltily from Jimmy’s awakening cock and up to his amused smirk.

  Jimmy laughed kindly. “You can look.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Carlos said, nipping at Thomas’s neck while he undid Thomas’s belt. “You can look.”

  Carlos’s fingers slid under the waistband of Thomas’s boxers, down the grooves between his groin and his hipbones.

  “Do you want to look, Jimmy?” Carlos chuckled. He spun Thomas around and pulled him back against his chest. “My fiancé here, he’s gorgeous.” He started walking back toward the edge of the bed, pulling Thomas along with him. Carlos’s hand dove deeper into Thomas’s underwear, circled around his cock and started stroking him under the cotton. “He’s muscular, and handsome, and he’s hung.”

  Jimmy laughed. He walked out of the corner where the wardrobe stood and leaned back against the matching desk.

  “Come on boys,” he prompted. He set his hands to his hips, which forced his groin just a little further forward. “I want an idea of what I’m working with here. So I can prepare. Anticipate.”

  Carlos’s hand gripped Thomas’s cock tighter, stroking him harder. This whole thing was starting to feel a little out of control—the lust in Thomas’s stomach, the beautiful man watching while his fiancé jerked Thomas off and got hard against his back.

  Thomas moaned as Carlos rubbed the pad of his thumb against his glans. He was hard in his lover’s hand, the bulge in his boxers encompassing Carlos’s fist as well as his cock.

  “You wanna see him?” Carlos asked again.

  “Yes,” Jimmy answered, leaning further forward, like a little kid way too close to the TV.

  “Thomas? Baby? Can I show you off now?” Carlos asked. “Can I show him just what he’s been missing out on?”

  The sound Thomas made couldn’t possibly have been mistaken for a word, but Carlos correctly interpreted the meaning as ‘yes’. He pulled Thomas’s cock up above the waistband and pulled the cotton down over his hips.

  Thomas looked up into Jimmy’s wide-blown eyes as Carlos pulled the fabric down further and let the elastic snap back against his balls. Being displayed like this was so much sexier than it had any right to be. Thomas would never have expected an exhibitionist streak in himself, but an old crush’s mouth hanging open at just the sight of him was getting him even hornier than he had been all night. Just being watched wasn’t going to be enough.

  Carlos’s fist came up over the head of his cock, gathering up precome and using it to slick his palm.

  “Told you he was sexy,” Carlos murmured against Thomas’s skin. “Want to see him come?”

  Jimmy blew out a breath and looked Thomas over, from toes to the crown of his head. “Not yet. We’re not in a hurry, boys. Let’s make tonight count. The hot tub should be ready. Come on.”

  He held his hand out and looked up quickly. “Take your underwear off, and then come on,” he corrected himself.

  Carlos squeezed Thomas’s hips quickly and Thomas stood still while Carlos slid his boxers down Thomas’s legs. Jimmy watched the progress of the cotton boxers from thigh to floor in a way that was almost predatory. Jimmy’s cock wasn’t nearly as hard at Thomas’s was, but watching Thomas being undressed was clearly doing it for his old crush.

  “Now, Thomas, you undress Carlos,” Jimmy requested in a whisper. Thomas turned instantly and was surprised when Carlos caught him in a kiss. A full, romance-novel-cover kiss: one hand in his hair, the other at the small of his back pulling their bodies tight together. Carlos’s cotton covered hard-on rubbed against his own bare cock. Thomas set his hands to Carlos’s waist and slid them down, digging his thumbs under the waistband of Carlos’s boxers. Suddenly inspired, Thomas let his body follow his hands, sinking onto his knees as he pulled Carlo’s boxers all the way to his ankles. Carlos stepped out of the fabric, held his hands out to Thomas and tugged Thomas back up. On his way back up to standing, Thomas licked a stripe up the underside of Carlos’s erection and got a breathless, “Tu pinche lengua” for his trouble.

  “You guys make commitment look good,” Jimmy said. “But slow it down. We’ve got all night.”

  Jimmy turned and walked toward the bathroom. Thomas watched his perky, perfectly round butt move as he walked. When he glanced over at Carlos, Carlos was still staring. He cupped Carlos’s chin. “I’m glad you talked me into this,” he said, kissing his lover again.

  Carlos smoothed his hand down Thomas’s back and guided him into the bathroom, where Jimmy was already sitting in the still water of the hot tub.

  “Should we hit the jets?” Carlos asked.

  Jimmy shook his head. “It makes the water opaque. I want to watch, remember?”

  The Jacuzzi was more than big enough for three grown men. Jimmy was sitting against the shorter side of the rectangular tub, opposite the door. Thomas wasn’t sure where he should put himself, but the problem was solved for him whe
n Carlos stepped into the tub and sat on the longer side of the tub, with his back against the wall. He patted the surface of the water over the corner of the tub, between him and Jimmy. Thomas stepped into the water.

  The heat against his chilled, nervous skin felt amazing, and he wondered if he should put on any sort of show for the two gorgeous men staring at him as he stepped into the water. He decided that the possibility of embarrassment was too high, and just settled into the tub, between his fiancé of nine years and a man who was now the only other man who had ever seen his erect cock.

  Carlos set his hand on Thomas’s knee. Jimmy wrapped an arm around his back. Thomas stiffened for a moment before he leaned back into the touch.

  “Why are you so nervous, Thomas?” Jimmy asked, pressing his mouth to Thomas’s ear. “You know your way around a man’s body. You know we’re going to be good to you.” He let his hand creep across Thomas’s chest, thumbing over nipple. “This is going to be fun. Don’t be nervous.”

  “I’m not nervous,” Thomas responded, but any chance he had of being taken seriously was ruined when Jimmy kissed the spot underneath under Thomas’s ear, the one that drove him crazy, the one that Carlos used to suck on until there was a livid bruise, whenever he and Thomas had make up sex. Thomas gasped at the sensation.

  “Thomas has never been with anyone but me,” Carlos answered for him.

  Thomas felt like he should feel more awkward, maybe even offended at this information just being calmly handed out to people.

  “That’s sweet,” Jimmy responded. He laughed and kissed Thomas in that spot again. Carlos mirrored him. The double kiss was amazing. Thomas let his head fall back, granting each man more access to his neck, which each of them eagerly took advantage of. There was a term for this, for being the center of attention in a three-way. He couldn’t remember what it was. He’d never expected it would be a word he’d need to use. Carlos started laying little pulses of suction up and down his neck. Jimmy was kissing down his shoulder. A hand, he wasn’t sure whose, slid down his chest, down his stomach, into his lap, and took hold of his cock.

  “God!” he barked. The onslaught of sensation didn’t stop: warm, wet lips still sliding over every sensitive point on his neck, hands on his chest, a fist already stroking his cock when another one joined it. He laughed when he realized he couldn’t tell them apart. Even if one hand didn’t feel completely and totally familiar, at least the other one should feel utterly alien. But they didn’t. They both just felt good. The two uncoordinated hands trying to maneuver around each other somehow gained forces without any words being exchanged between the two men on either side of him. One hand circled the base of his cock and pulled up. Before it had pulled all the way over the head of his cock, the other hand circled the base and followed up after it, and then the first hand followed that one, over and over again.

  Thomas twitched and jerked up into the endless feeling, which did nothing to interrupt the steady run of hands over his cock. His head dropped to the side. Before he realized it he was kissing someone, open mouthed and needy, tongues dancing. He gasped when he realized it was Jimmy. Jimmy’s lips weren’t as full as Carlos’s were. His jaw stuck out differently. When Thomas tried to tip his mouth up to deepen the kiss, their chins hit each other in a way that felt strange. Not bad, just strange.

  Jimmy’s smell was strange, too. It was clean and masculine, but generic. Carlos smelled like all kinds of things. A combination of the Eternity for Men that his brother in law had gotten for him for Christmas two years ago, the same Peary and Henson aftershave he’d used since Thomas had met him, his cheap apple scented Suave shampoo and the Cetaphil Intensive Care he used for the psoriasis on his shoulders. Thomas couldn’t pick out any pieces of Jimmy’s smell. It flooded his senses and he didn’t know what it was coming from.

  “Do you feel good, baby?” Carlos whispered into Thomas’s ear as Jimmy pushed forward, kissing Thomas deeper. Thomas couldn’t do anything but moan. One of the hands around his cock tightened suddenly and broke the pattern. He couldn’t tell whose hand it was.

  “I’m gonna come,” Thomas grit out. The hand job, whoever it was coming from, slowed, but didn’t stop. Jimmy pulled out of the kiss. Thomas rolled his head to the other side, burying his face into Carlos’s neck. Carlos’s smell was familiar. It was the smell of pillows when Thomas slept in past the time Carlos left for work. Like the laundry after Carlos’s turn to do it. Like cuddling during “Vampire Diaries” every week. He smelled like home.

  “Should we make him come or should we back off?” Jimmy asked. Thomas rocked his hips up into the fist around his cock. It loosened just in time to keep him from getting any friction for himself. “I mean, we’re just getting started.”

  Thomas made a small sound of protest. Carlos laughed and kissed his forehead. “He’s got the refractory period of a fucking teenager. We’ll be able to get him off again.”

  “Good to know,” Jimmy said. The stroking sped up again. “Then maybe he’ll get us off.”

  “Right? He’s usually a lot more giving than this,” Carlos replied.

  Thomas felt bad. He’d been so overwhelmed by hands all over his body it hadn’t even occurred to him to do any touching himself. The two handed stroke upward started again, both men jerking him off in unison. He tried to reach out on either side of him, take hold of Carlos or Jimmy’s cock, try to repay them for the pleasure they were giving him, but he couldn’t work his hands through the tangle of arms around him.

  “I was just teasing, baby. This is your turn,” Carlos told him. “Just lie back.”

  Thomas let his head fall backward against the wall. Carlos and Jimmy each dropped their mouths to his neck as they stroked him harder and faster. Thomas’s legs spasmed outward, his hips snapped up, one of the fists around him squeezed hard over the head of his cock as it pulled upward and Thomas was coming before he could stop himself. Pleasure spiked through his body, his cock jerked in each of the other men’s fists and he spilled again and again into the hot water.

  Carlos pulled him into a kiss as he came down. Thomas could feel every muscle in his body loosening. He could feel the nerves melting away. The sound of his blood rushing in his ears was replaced by the sound of water splashing and dripping.

  “Are you having fun?” Carlos whispered to him.

  “God, yes,” Thomas replied. He almost added something about how he hadn’t come that hard in months, but at the last moment it didn’t seem like the right thing to whisper against his fiancé’s lips.

  “You ready for more?” Jimmy asked.

  “Yeah,” Thomas replied. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  “Good,” Jimmy said. “I’ve got towels.”

  Carlos pulled away from Thomas and stepped out of the tub, accepting a towel from Jimmy. Thomas found himself just staring at them both as they patted themselves dry. Jimmy was noticeably taller than Carlos. Carlos was broader across the shoulders. They were both tan—Jimmy in a summers-spent-outside sort of way, while Carlos’s skin just had a natural sepia tone. An almost identical high flush was settled across both of their cheeks. They were also both hard as hell and looking at him expectantly.

  Jimmy held out a third towel and Thomas convinced himself to leave the warm water. He dried himself off as he followed his lover and their friend out into the main room. Jimmy let his towel fall from his body before he had even gotten to the king sized bed.

  The three of them piled onto it, letting their warm naked bodies fall together without inhibition. Carlos tucked himself against Thomas’s back, rutting against his ass. Thomas could feel Carlos’s erection slipping back and forth through the crest of his butt cheeks and Carlos’s hot breath on his neck. Jimmy rolled close to the two of them, propping himself up with his elbow so he could kiss them both. From his angle, Thomas couldn’t see Carlos kissing Jimmy, but he could hear it. Lips moving over lips, tongue moving against tongue, the little gasps and vocalized shudders that each man let out against the other’s face. Jimmy wasn’
t actually trying to rub his cock against Thomas, but the motion of the mattress kept making the tip of Jimmy’s hard-on bump against Thomas’s stomach.

  “Thomas?” Carlos rumbled in his ear.

  “Mmm.”

  “I want to watch you suck him.”

  This declaration made Jimmy moan. To his surprise, it made Thomas salivate in anticipation. Jimmy kissed him again.

  “Do you want to? Do you want to suck me, Thomas?”

  “Yes,” Thomas panted, grabbing onto Jimmy’s biceps and steadying himself against them “I do.”

  Jimmy rolled closer and plunged his tongue into Thomas’s mouth as Carlos pulled away from the two of them. Thomas could feel the mattress dipping and rising as Carlos moved around behind them. Jimmy rocked his hips against Thomas again before rolling away and sitting up. He and Carlos kissed while Thomas slipped out from between them. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and dropped it onto the floor. Carlos may have been right about the fact that he could still come like a teenager, but he knew there was no way in hell his knees could live up to the same standard anymore.

  Jimmy scooted to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the edge of it. Thomas set his hands to Jimmy’s knees, trying not to do anything ridiculous, like burst out laughing. He had butterflies in his stomach. An act that he’d performed a million times, and one small change was making it different enough to make him nervous.

  Behind Jimmy, Carlos was rearranging pillows.

  Jimmy’s cock was flushed pink at the base and got gradually redder on the way up. A dribble of precome shone between the rounded parts of his glans. Jimmy threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of Thomas’s head and tried to pull him forward, but Thomas resisted, surprised by Jimmy’s insistence. Jimmy grunted.