When Michael doesn’t respond right away, I repeat myself. “What about Asher’s pleasure? He needs it, too. He’s watchin’ you, baby.” I press a kiss to my lover’s shoulder, letting it linger there as I glance up, observing Justin and Asher.
Poor Asher’s sweating, pupils blown, eyes lidded behind his black rimmed glasses, swollen lips parted in a way that I know Michael’s words are penetrating somewhere deep in his subconscious. From what I heard from Jake via Bonez, Justin and Asher lost a bit of their spark since they got their daughter. She’s taken a lot out of them. Which means this is just as beneficial for them as it is us. Definitely a once in a lifetime kink fest. Not that I’d ever allow Asher and my man to screw, or touch cocks, or any of that stuff. That’s too much to fathom even for me. Granted, you’d think I’d be used to sharing him thanks to the commune. Not any-fucking-more I don’t. Their chests touching is sexy, though. Hot as hell, if I’m frank. Then again, maybe they could… No. I can’t. Well…
My stomach dips hotly as my mind wanders to naughtier thoughts. Ones that include… No. No… Not gonna happen.
I push my salacious musings aside.
Balls pulsating in my palm, Michael finally answers. “He needs his master to fill him, too.”
Lifting my head, I meet Justin’s blazing blue gaze over his boy’s shoulder. “How should he fill him? The same way you want me to fill you?” I husk, eyes locked on Justin’s, something significant passing between us.
Michael’s hips shift, his head tilting back to lay on my shoulder. “No,” he rasps, lids sliding shut on a groan. “He should rim him first.”
“Oh yeah?”
I play in to my lover’s sultry daydream, smirking at Justin, who samples his bottom lip. He hasn’t touched Asher much. Sure, his hands are stroking the sides of his boy’s hips, but it’s like he’s afraid that if he touches him, like I do Michael, he’ll lose all control. Maybe that’s what he needs. His restraint to snap. We all need to let loose from time to time.
“What else, baby?” I mutter lowly, urging Michael forth. This is fun. Anything to sway Michael’s need to spend and my hunger to sink to the hilt. Justin’s lip curls into a snarl. I wink at him, and he glares. Asher’s too lost to notice mine and his daddy’s volley of whatever this is…
“He should add a finger as his tongue swirls around Asher’s hole.”
“What would he do with that finger?” I prompt, grinning like a madman.
“He’d tease him before slipping inside to massage his gland. Then he’d pre-cum like I do.”
“He would, huh, baby? Why’s that?”
Justin growls, stiffening. His jaw flexes, nostrils flaring.
My grin morphs into a broad, teeth flashing smile.
“Because he’s a natural bottom like me and his jockstrap’s drenched.”
This is true.
“So is yours.”
Also true.
“I know,” Michael murmurs, dazed.
“Do you think he’d be ready for his daddy’s dick then?”
Oh shit. I’m playing with fire now. This is so fucking dirty. Screw my plans. I’ve never used my sub to rev up another Dom before. And by the looks of it, Justin’s about to lose his ever lovin’ mind. Asher’s eyes squeeze shut at the mere mention of getting Daddy’s dick and he careens closer to Michael, their lips an inch from touching. Neither of them seem to notice.
I flick my gaze to their mouths, motioning to the closeness with the dip of my forehead. Justin picks up on it and the filthiest grin spreads across his face a split second before he grips the base of Asher’s neck and propels him forward. Like magnets, our subs’ mouths collide and they freeze. Hell. The entire world freezes. For a heartbeat, I wait for my anger to roar. Only, it doesn’t come. My cock bucks against my zipper instead, loving the sight before me as Justin bites his bottom lip observing our men’s mouths fuse but not react.
Winking at Justin, I whisper to Michael’s ear. “Do you feel that, baby? Asher’s daddy wants him to kiss you.”
A yearning sound wrestles in Michael’s throat.
Christ! I hope I’m not making a huge mistake.
Licking Michael’s earlobe, I roll his balls in my palm once more before removing my hand from his jock, and prepare myself for this life altering experience.
“Kiss him back, baby. I give you permission.” Those simple words are all it takes to hurl our world into a frenzied utopia.
Michael’s lips part for Asher, and their tongues duel, filling the air with collective groans and sloppy kisses. Justin and I nod, giving each other the green light.
Lost in each other’s lips, Michael and Asher make out like a pair of sexy as fuck teenagers, as I swiftly remove my belt, unbutton my pants, and rip down my zipper. Hooking my arms under Michael’s armpits, I readjust him to the perfect height and Asher quickly follows, mouths welded.
Shoving my boxers down to my knees, I snatch the lube I tucked under the edge of the blanket and slather a generous amount on my pissed off pole. It’s tired of the neglect just as I am. Knowing that Michael’s prepped enough, I pass the bottle to Justin, who accepts it with a groan and grateful smile. Bracing my hand on Michael’s hip, I slide my cock between his muscled cheeks. He moans into Asher’s mouth, and I grin wickedly.
Christ!
It’s time to fuck the cum outta my man.
***
Michael
More. More. More. Yes. More, my brain screams as my tongue works in tandem with Asher’s tasty morsel.
Master’s cock nudges my insatiable hole, and I push out.
More.
Please.
I wanna beg.
I need him inside.
Suddenly, Asher cries into my mouth. And before I can process why, I too cry into the kiss as Master impales me in one seamless thrust, lighting my insides up like it’s my birthday, Christmas, and the Fourth of July all at once.
All the breath leaves my lungs as he pulls out, only to fuck me harder on the next deep dicking stroke. My tongue falters, and Asher coaxes it back to life a moment later. In and out, my hole is plowed. Every cell in my body is singing with relief, coalescing with transcendent ecstasy.
Moans and cries pour into our desperate kiss. Master bites and sucks my neck and shoulder, branding me as his time and time again, driving me closer and closer to sheer madness. Air punches from my lungs. Sweat drenches my chest, sliding across Asher’s as our partners take us like savages. The frantic pace of my pulse whooshes through my ears. Then I feel it; the tingling in the base of my spine that dances in and outside of my channel before swimming up my taint to my balls where it draws them higher. The imminent sensation of rapture travels up my shaft where it prickles my glans.
I tear my lips from Asher’s.
“Master?!” I wail.
“Not yet.” His teeth re-sink into my tender shoulder as Master forces my mouth back to Asher’s. Who expels a relieved groan as our tongues resume their crazed battle.
F-fuck! I can’t take this much longer.
Faster, Master hammers me with calculated thrusts. He delves in, only to pull out all the way, tease my hole with the tip and a few pucker tingling cock slaps, then punches his hips forward—spearing me entirely. My concealed erection crashes into Asher’s on accident. We whimper into our kiss, faltering. Uncaring, Master yanks my hips back, slamming us together with filthy wet sounds. Withdrawing his masterful shaft, he drags his cockhead over my man-G, making it sing. Seated just inside my rim, he pauses and attacks my neck with bountiful kisses, fingertips digging into my V.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he growls an instant before driving home. Again, my cock smashes into Asher’s as our hips collide. Together, we tremble at the exquisite sensation, crying out.
Oh. God.
I’m gonna come.
This is going to happen.
Fuck.
I can’t wait.
The quaking in my knees intensifies as I try to last longer.
Ash
er begins to hold his breath.
I mimic him, knowing he’s fighting an equally intense orgasm.
“Uh!” he grunts to my mouth.
Lips parted, pressed together, our tongues slink back in to our mouths.
“You—you’re gonna make me come,” I moan to whoever’s listening.
“That’s it, baby. Tell him,” Master croaks, lost to his baser instincts.
My rim burns in the best of ways as Master slams in to me once more, sucks on my shoulder, and roars his release as pulse after pulse of hot seed bathes my chute.
Wrapping his hand around my waist, Master tears me from Asher, pulling me down on to his lap, where he shoves his hand in my jock, wraps his fist around my shaft, and yanks it from its confines. The breeze hits my pre-cum soaked member, and I shiver. Dick still hard and deep inside my body, Master jerks me off. Asher watches with rapt fascination as Justin continues to rock his world with one arm wrapped around his chest and fingers gripping his hip.
It doesn’t take but three or four strokes to drive me off the cliff. I deliciously free fall as jets of my cum launch like a rocket, landing on Asher’s twenty sided dice tattoo and jock. Another thrust from his daddy, combined with my cum bath, and Asher freezes, eyes rocking back into his skull as the first burst of cum oozes through the cotton of his jockstrap. Justin soon follows his boy over, and they moan hoarsely through their combined eruptions.
Master unlatches my wrists and tosses the cuffs aside. Wrapping his arms around my middle to snuggle, he sprinkles sweet kisses along my shoulder blades. “I love you so damn much,” he mutters.
I fold my arms over his that are around me. “I … love you … more,” I force out between breaths. That was insane, and I’m spent—emotionally and physically. Talk about intense. I’m wrung the hell out. Completely sated.
Justin pulls Asher down into his lap much like us. Asher’s legs touch mine, and we smirk shyly at one another. I cannot believe that happened. Master let me kiss another man. Crazy.
“Go on.” Master taps my abs with two fingers, his member now deflated, seed dripping from my hole. Not that either of us mind.
“Go on?” I ask.
“You kissed another man, baby. It was hot. You didn’t get to properly finish. Go say your thank yous to both of them.”
Uh … okay.
Who is this man, and what has he done with my possessive master?
Lacking the energy to argue, Master helps me back on to my knees, where I lean closer to Asher and perch my hands on his thighs so I don’t fall on my face. He meets me halfway with soft lips. Our mouths melt as one as he cups the back of my neck, while Justin cups the other side, holding me to his boy’s lips as we explore leisurely, soft tongues twirling before we pull away at the same time and share a lazy grin.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Asher nods once, pushing the rim of his glasses back up his nose. Justin leans over his boy’s shoulder, looking thoroughly fucked and handsome as ever. Still cupping the back of my neck, he forces my forehead to his. Behind me, Master grips my Vs, fingers embedding deeply. I half expect him to yank me back in to his lap. Except he surprises me when he pushes me closer to Justin, so I don’t have to use Asher’s thighs to hold me up as much.
“I’ve never let anyone touch my boy before,” Justin states. “But you’re different. Seein’ you two kiss was ... for the lack of a better word, hooo-t.” His approval thunders in his chest like a masculine purr. He pauses a beat to regroup his thoughts, his warm breath fanning my lips and nose. “Listen. I think we’d like to become better friends with you both. I know you’re afraid of men. But I can tell ya Asher ain’t gonna hurt you, and neither am I. Never thought I’d hear myself say any of this shit. Like Judge, I don’t share … and I don’t plan to. But I think you two could really hit it off … and bein’ friends with another submissive would do ya both a world of good. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Asher and I both reply at the same time. Then snicker that we did.
“Thank you,” I reply, not knowing what else to say.
Justin kisses my forehead before speaking to it. “Anytime. And I mean that. You need someone to talk to, to get through whatever it is you’re dealin’ with, Asher and I’ve got your back.”
A knot lodges itself in my throat as emotional tears spring to my eyes.
I blink them away.
Today took a lot out of me.
I mutter another thanks, and Justin releases my neck. Master draws me back into his lap.
“I think we’re gonna need a nap before the party starts tonight. I packed food to cook over the fire,” Master explains to the group.
Justin yawns, covering his mouth. “A nap sounds good.” He kisses the side of his boy’s head, then drags them both to their feet, Justin sans pants. “We’ll see ya tonight.” They both wave as they walk back to their tents and dip inside, leaving us alone.
Pushing me on to my hands and knees, Master massages my glutes as more cum trickles down my crack. He parts my cheeks and laves his hot tongue across my well-used hole, drawing a relieved groan from my mouth. “You did so well today, baby. I’m proud of you.”
A ball of loving warmth settles in my gut.
“Thanks. I didn’t expect any of this. When you said we were going somewhere this morning, this never came to mind.”
Delving a finger into my dilated ring, he swirls it around and massages my gland. My prick stiffens, blood pooling south. Master licks around my entrance, cleaning more of his cum. “I didn’t think I’d fuck you in front of someone else. That was a surprise to us both.”
“You didn’t mind?”
“Hell no. If I did, I wouldn’t have let it happen. It was sexy. Much better than the day I fucked you in front of Master Jones.”
I smirk, shaking my head. “Why’s that?”
“’Cause it felt different. You drew pleasure from Asher, and it pleased me to know my Michael was kissing another man with permission.”
“You still had the control.”
“I’ll always have the control when it benefits you.”
He idly pumps his digit in and out of my anus as if it fascinates him. He always does this. Master and my asshole have their own unique relationship. Sometimes, I wonder if he loves it more than he loves me. Okay. Maybe I don’t really. But he is obsessed with that specific part of my anatomy. If I didn’t wear my cage as often, I’m sure my dick would be his second obsession.
I shiver at his words. He’s right.
“Always. I love you.”
“And I you, baby. Now let me finish cleaning your sexy ass before we take ourselves a nap. Who knows, for being so good, I might let you ride me.”
Now that perks my dick up to full mast, dangling between my thighs. I ball the blanket in my fist. “Ride you how?”
“How do you wanna ride me? Impaled on my cock, or me on yours?”
“Both?”
“Good answer.”
For the next several minutes, Master cleanses my entrance with his tongue. Then we escape in to the tent where we nap for a few hours, and I awaken with his mouth engulfing my prick. Moments later, I’m prepping his rim then fucking him nice and slow until I fill Master with my seed. In turn, he does the same. Then we cuddle, talking about the day, as we finger the cum in and out of one another’s channels.
The noise of others scampering about eventually draws us out of our tent.
The fire is lit. Hot dogs and s’mores doled out. Everyone drinks beer aside from me as we carry on like a group of old friends for the remainder of the evening. Surprisingly, there’s nothing strange hanging over my head about what transpired earlier today. Bonez is in better spirits. And I find myself seated between Asher and Master, carrying on about anything and everything. Especially our addiction to Game of Thrones. Which we both agree is one of the best shows and book series ever made. Mother of Dragons being our favorite character, aside from Khal Drogo who we were both … spoiler alert … sad to see die in the first season
. Khal Drogo is what wet dreams are made of. Google it. I know you’ll agree.
Everything’s perfect.
I feel one hundred percent free for the first time in my life, no longer bogged down by my past. My life’s mine and mine alone, and I plan to embrace it, including the men in our lives. At least, I’ll try to.
Before I help a tipsy and rather handsy Master back to our tent for bed, I stand next to Asher, who’s buzzing from one too many beers. He draws me in for a hug, stuffing his nose in to the crook of my neck where he breathes me in. I glance over my shoulder to see his daddy’s eyes glazed with lust. At least he’s not jealous. Behind me, Master pats my bottom encouragingly.
Well, okay then.
“I’m so happy we met,” Asher mumbles drunkenly.
“Me, too.” I stroke his lower back just above his butt that’s now clad in loose fitting gym shorts. The edge of his jock pokes out of the top.
“I’ll bring you some brownies this week. If you like peanut butter,” he says out of nowhere.
That sounds yummy.
Master sidles up behind me and kisses my neck on the opposite side as he sandwiches me between him and Asher. His dick’s firm against my ass. Asher’s stiff between us. I ignore the sexual static that hangs in the air.
“Kiss goddammit. I miss out on all the good shit. Don’t leave a poor man hangin’,” Bonez chimes in. We all laugh, and Justin pulls Asher from my embrace. Master snuggles me closer from behind, his arms wrapping like a protective band around my stomach.
“Go on,” Justin encourages, and Asher steps up, shoulders back, and pecks my lips with a tender kiss that tastes like beer, then turns around and launches himself at his daddy. Who catches his boy when he wraps his spider monkey legs around his waist, and off they go, stumbling back into their tent.
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