Three Is Just Enough

by Jon Keys

  “It’s a miracle you didn’t break something,” Cole said as he started peeling off the layers of clothes.

  “I’m still not sure that last one didn’t,” grumbled Dalton.

  Cole eased off the boots and then stripped out of his pants. He was down to thermals when Tara walked into the bedroom with three steaming cups of what smelled like chocolate, with a touch of something else. Cole took two of the cups and handed one to Dalton. He took a sip. The burn of alcohol and hot chocolate ran down his throat. Once it hit his stomach, warmth spread through him. He licked his lips and looked at Tara. “What did you put in it?”

  “Whiskey, I thought it would warm us up.”

  “Damn, that makes me forget how bad I hurt,” Dalton said.

  They both turned to see Dalton taking a second big drink. Cole chuckled and shook his head. “Last time you drank didn’t go so well there, stud. Don’t suck it down too fast.”

  Dalton started to reply when Tara laid her hand on his shoulder. She smiled as she took another sip. “Ready for more skiing tomorrow?”

  Dalton grimaced slightly as he swallowed a mouthful the hot alcohol laced drink. “We’ll see how well your concoction works. It’s already taken an edge off the soreness. But I’m looking forward to the hot tub.” Dalton took another sip of the hot chocolate, then finished stripping. Cole licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Dalton’s soft cock as the last piece of clothing dropped to the floor. He looked at Tara, who grinned at him.

  Tara walked close, wrapped an arm around Cole and kissed his cheek. “Go have fun. I’m not quite up for what you have in mind. I’ll put together something for lunch.” Tara’s hand traced along Cole’s now hard cock. “I have a feeling you’re not going to be long.”

  A sigh escaped his lips and he returned Tara’s kiss. “You sure?”

  She smacked Cole’s butt and shoved him toward the door. “Go. Enjoy yourself. If I change my mind I’ll come join you.”

  Cole peeled off his shirt, quickly followed by his tights, and headed toward the door to the deck, his hard cock pointing the way. He glanced back and smiled when Tara wolf whistled. As he opened the door a cold breeze coiled around his body, and his nuts sucked against his crotch when he sprinted for the hot tub. Jumping over the side, he landed with a splash next to Dalton.

  “Hey! Watch it,” yelped Dalton.

  Cole sank to his neck in the hot water. “It’s fuckin’ cold out there.”

  Dalton wiped off the droplets of water before relaxing against the jet he’d found. “Just give it a minute. It’s pretty nice in here.”

  Cole moved closer to Dalton, enjoying the hot bubbling water. He let his hand glide over Dalton’s thigh. At Cole’s touch, Dalton’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing? I don’t want Tara pissed at us again.”

  Cole leaned in and took Dalton’s earlobe between his teeth and chewed lightly. He slowly let it escape and smiled at Dalton. “She said to have fun and she’d make lunch. She might join us later.”

  Dalton grabbed Cole, trying to hold him still. “Stop a minute so we can talk. I can’t think straight when you’re doing all that shit.”

  Cole’s face broke into a huge grin and Dalton raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

  “I’m just fighting the urge to comment.”

  “About what?”

  “You thinking straight…”

  Dalton looked at him for a second with a blank expression on his face, then grinned and shook his head. “Fine, smartass. So I never think straight. Your licking screws up me thinking bi, too.”

  Cole dove in for a quick kiss and then moved back. “Honest. I think she’s okay with us having a little fun. I think Tara’s figured out that if we’re pawing on each other, we aren’t pawing on her.”

  Dalton’s lips pressed tight against each other as he looked at Cole. After a few moments he relaxed and pulled Cole closer. “I can’t resist you. But if she ends up pissed at us again, you’re so going to be cut off.”

  Cole floated closer, ran his hands over Dalton’s chest and flicked his finger across Dalton’s nipples. The groan from Dalton vibrated down to Cole’s crotch. “Yeah, like you can get by without me.”

  Dalton wrapped his hand around Cole’s hard dick and slowly jacked it. Cole floated closer and began kissing along the edge of Dalton’s ear as his hand slid down the taut body. Dalton turned to him and kissed Cole as his hand closed around Dalton’s cock. The waves of delight rippled through Cole as his body responded. He feels so good. I never want to be without him.

  Dalton’s hand slid lower and tugged at his nuts. Cole closed his eyes and kissed along the edge of Dalton’s jaw as the bliss built. His hand slipped lower and found Cole’s hole. He teased and stroked it until Cole was close to climax. He leaned in and whispered. “I wanna eat your ass until you’re a moaning slut.”

  Dalton sunk his finger deep inside his lover and started finger fucking him. The moan that resulted reverberated through the trees. His ass tightened around Dalton’s finger as he rubbed against Cole’s prostate. Cole automatically spread his legs wider, his thoughts of taking Dalton fading with the pleasure a finger inside him was generating. Dalton twisted toward him and started sucking on his neck. Soon the dual pleasures had Cole oblivious to anything other than his own pleasure. A low moan rolled from deep inside him when they disappeared.

  Dalton whispered into his ear. “I want to eat your ass.”

  “Ah, fuck.”

  Cole lifted his steaming body from the water and lay across the deck, his legs spread wide in anticipation. Dalton’s hands slid over his ass and pried it open. A light snow began and the sparse flakes danced around them. Cole’s focus snapped to his butt when Dalton blew across his pucker. His torso relaxed onto the wooden deck. Dalton pressed his face hard against Cole’s ass and wiggled the tip of his tongue against his twitching hole.

  “Oh. That’s so good, D.”

  Dalton started to chuckle and then moved back. “I only rate a D?”

  Cole looked back at Dalton and grinned. “I love you. But when your tongue’s inside my ass, I can’t think.”

  Dalton’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “As long as that’s it. I can live with that.”

  Dalton smiled and ran his hands over Cole’s butt. “I love you, too, you know.”

  Cole turned to his side and smiled back at Dalton. “I know. But right now you were kinda busy with your tongue in my butt.”

  Dalton chuckled and nodded in agreement. He lifted Cole’s leg, tilted his head and was soon feasting on prime man butt. Cole shook as electrical pulses shot through him with each thrust of Dalton’s tongue. The minutes rose and fell as Cole surrendered himself to Dalton’s attention on his ass. On the crest of one of the waves, they disappeared.

  Cole’s eyes popped open in search of Dalton. “Why’d you stop?”

  “I thought you might like something else in there and that you might be freezing lying on the deck.”

  Cole chuckled and pushed himself off the deck, realizing that his backside was getting a chill. He slipped back into the water and wrapped his arms around Dalton. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

  Dalton chuckled but then glanced at their surroundings. Cole grinned and pulled his face back so they were looking at each other again. “Don’t worry, they’d have to be right beside the tub to see us. Tara’s boss had a freakin’ forest planted to keep it private. So long as you keep the screaming down, no one will know.”

  Dalton splashed water at Cole, a grin permanently fixed on his face. “Alright, smart ass. You think you know me so well?”

  Cole grinned and reached between Dalton’s legs and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. “I knew I’d find this. You want to use that thing now, or talk more?”

  Dalton grabbed Cole’s hips and spun him in the tub. Grinding himself against his bare ass. He rubbed his cock up and down Cole’s crack. The delicious friction stopped and Cole looked back to find Dalton scanning the de
ck. “What’re you looking for?”

  “Lube.”

  Cole thought for a minute, then grinned sheepishly. “It’s inside, in my stuff.”

  Dalton shook his head at Cole. “Well, that’ll have to wait then, because I’m not walking through the house naked to get the lube. Tara might say she’s fine with it, but everyone has limits.”

  Cole squirmed, wanting Dalton inside him. After a few moments he pressed back against Dalton. “Come on, stud. Just do it. Spit on it and it’ll be good to go.”

  Dalton reached down and worked his finger against Cole’s hole. He tightened around the probing. His body tensing as Dalton pressed inside. He pushed forward a little further and Cole’s breath hissed in through his clenched teeth. The pressure disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief. Dalton ran his hands over Cole and pulled him up. His teeth nibbled at Cole’s ear and he whispered. “I don’t think so. Or you’re going to be hurting all weekend.”

  Cole tilted his head and kissed Dalton. “Yeah, you’re right. I just wanted it so bad. You’ve got me all horny.”

  “Come on, and relax.” Dalton guided him to sit on his lap with both of them submerged in the bubbling water. He slid his hands over Cole’s torso. The sensation of Dalton’s hands gliding over him was building the pressure inside Cole. He sighed when Dalton’s fingers trailed through his bush. The tug on his pubic hair made his cock jump in anticipation.

  Dalton’s hand coiled around Cole’s stiff member and stroked his dick. The tension wove through them as Dalton’s other hand joined the first and he started double-fisted stroking on him.

  Hot breath jetted across Cole’s ear, adding to his building pleasure. As Dalton jerked Cole’s cock, his lips trailed down the edge of his jaw and relished the rough sensations. Cole could feel Dalton’s hard cock pressing against his back as the euphoria built.

  Dalton turned his head and met Cole’s lips, pinning his face, and kissing him hard. Thrusting upward, overcome by the stimulation, Cole pressed harder. The pressure built in rapid progression and Cole felt the building knot in his groin.

  “Ah, shit. I’m gonna come.”

  Dalton whispered into his ear, “Do it. Shoot.”

  Cole’s body trembled as the first surge coursed through his system. With a groan, the volley shot into the water, leaving a white stream in its wake. Cole released himself to the blissful orgasm with a loud groan. Dalton’s hands continued to move up and down the length of Cole’s cock. The waves of pleasure washed over him as he shot out a weeks build up of spunk.

  With a low growl, the last wave washed through him, and he collapsed against Dalton. “Oh my god. I think I’m good for awhile.”

  Dalton released Cole’s dick and caressed him for a few minutes before giving Cole a kiss. “One of us isn’t done yet.”

  Cole rolled in the tub so Dalton was pinned under him. He ran his hands down Dalton’s torso, enjoying the smooth skin under his hands. He ran them lower and took Dalton’s cock in his hand. As he began to stroke his lover’s hard cock, Dalton tensed and arched his body. “Damn, I’m so close.”

  “Just enjoy yourself.” Cole squeezed his cock as his hand slid through the water. They moved in unison, Dalton’s face contorting and his mouth hung open as Cole teased his cock.

  “Man, Cole. That feels so good. I’m getting close.”

  “Blast it, D. It’s so hot when you cum.”

  Cole worked Dalton, stroking his cock and teasing his balls. His breath was soon coming in gasps. His body tensed and shook as the first ribbon of white shot from it. A cloud of murky white surrounded his groin. The pulses flowed under Cole’s fingers. The feeling of connection built with each passing moment. Dalton finished with a shudder, then rolled in the water so they faced each other.

  “That was good. I loved doing it in the water,” Dalton said.

  Cole leaned into Dalton and kissed him. “It was good, wasn’t it?” He touched Dalton again, enjoying the texture under his fingertips. The quiet solitude of their private retreat, the hum of the hot tub and the gentle bubbling sounds sent him drifting off. The moment stretched out as they touched and cuddled with each other.

  After several wonderful minutes, Dalton kissed Cole and then sat up. “I think we’ve pushed our luck with Tara enough and it’s getting a little hot. We need to go back inside and see how she’s doing.”

  Cole popped up and gave Dalton a quick kiss. “Good plan. We’re starting to shrivel up like prunes anyway.”

  They grabbed towels from the deck and quickly ran the cold fabric over their wet bodies. Wrapping the cloth around themselves, they scurried back into the house. As they skittered across the floor, Tara laughed. “You two look like you’ve been in the cold a little too long. How do you feel about checking penis size now?”

  Dalton darted into the room without a word. Cole managed to bite off a hell, no! before disappearing through the doorway.

  Dalton plunged his spoon into the bowl of chili with his feet drawn up under him. Cole sat beside him and they shared a blanket between them. The great room of the cabin was pretty amazing, Dalton had checked it out earlier. Each of them finished their second helping and set their bowls on the floor, then Cole belched. Dalton’s only response was laughter.

  Tara rolled her eyes. “Boys.”

  “Yeah, and we all like ‘em,” Cole said.

  Tara and Dalton both nodded in agreement and then snickered. They sat pensively for several minutes, contentment filling the room. Dalton started to stand, and yelped.

  Cole looked at him with concern. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know. It’s like my leg is glued to itself.”

  Cole moved to look, and an uncharacteristic squeal filled the room. “Ow! Damnit that hurt.” Cole dropped back and scratched at the spot. “There’s something on my leg. What the hell?”

  They dug at it for several minutes while Tara looked on with amusement. The guys found a half-dozen spots on each of them where the substance glued hair together. Tara lifted an eyebrow and sat down her cup of hot chocolate to take a look. She scratched at a spot on Cole, then sniffed her finger, and began laughing.

  Cole looked offended. “What?”

  “You finished up in the hot tub didn’t you?” asked Tara.

  Dalton sat confused for a few moments before he understood Tara’s question. He decided an honest answer was needed. “Yes, we did.”

  Cole’s face turned slightly red, but he nodded in agreement.

  “It’s boy glue, you dumb asses.”

  “Boy glue?” Cole said.

  “Yeah, boy glue. You know.” Tara made a jacking motion in front of her crotch.

  Dalton and Cole’s eyebrows shot up. “We’ve glued ourselves together with cum from the hot tub?” Cole said.

  Tara laughed. “Yup. Lots of boy glue.”

  Dalton stood and yelped again when he found another spot where the hair on his legs had stuck to his skin. “I’m going to wash this junk off!”

  Cole moved to join him, ripped hair from his skin and squealed.

  Tara’s laughter followed them down the hall as they grumbled on their way to the bathroom, and a much needed shower.

  “What’s that?” asked Dalton pointing to an official looking packet with Cole’s name on it.

  Tara looked up, her brows furrowed and her lips twisted as she considered the looming mail. “I’m not sure. I’m trying not to think about it. Everything’s been going so well.”

  Dalton nodded, considered the packet and read the return address. Tillamook State Forest. That didn’t sound Minnesotan. He decided Tara was right, obsessing over the package wasn’t going to change its content. Besides, it was his night to cook, and the campus farmer’s market had just reopened. Dalton had planned a bunch of fresh vegetable dishes for Cole. This early in the season it was mostly greens, asparagus and lettuce, but Dalton knew Cole would enjoy them.

  He had made a lush salad and was working on stirfr
y when the door opened and Cole arrived. He stripped off his boots and coat at the door, grinning the whole time. “I’ve so got the senior seminar class nailed. I rocked my presentation today.”

  “That’s great, Cole,” Dalton said.

  Tara nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s great.”

  “What’s wrong with you two? You look like the cat died. Oh. My. God. Fluffy didn’t die did she?”

  Tara rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Well since we don’t have a cat, that would be impossible.”

  Cole chuckled and playfully nudged Tara. “So if it’s not the cat, what’s wrong that you two look so serious?”

  Dalton looked at Tara, who shrugged. He took a deep breath and pointed to the table. “You got a packet today.”

  Cole walked over and spun the thick envelope. After a few moments pause, he turned back to the other two. “So, what’s for dinner?”

  Dalton dropped his jaw in disbelief and looked at Tara whose eyebrows shot up. “You can’t seriously think we’re going to pretend it’s junk mail. It’s been killing us all afternoon,” Tara said.

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh. Now sit down and open it so at least we’ll know what it is.”

  “It’s an interview with Tillamook State Forest in Oregon. They called a couple of days ago. This is some information stuff from them.”

  “When’s the interview?” asked Dalton, feeling as if he’d been punched in the stomach.

  “Friday. My flight leaves in the morning.”

  Tara scowled at him. “And when were you planning to tell us?”

  Cole walked over and turned off the flame under the now burning meal. “After dinner…”

  Tara stood, looked at Cole, tears rolling down her face. “I’m not hungry. I’m not feeling well. I’m going to go lie down.”

  Tara walked out of the room, then Dalton turned back to Cole. They stood looking at each other for several long minutes, the silence overwhelming.

  “It’s a good job.”

  “I bet.”

  “They really want me.”

  Dalton’s voice caught in his throat. So do we, you idiot.