Four Mercenaries - The Complete Collection

by K. A. Merikan

  Matt stepped under the stream of water as soon as it heated up, and the way he held Boar by the hair didn’t leave any place for hesitation. “Come here, baby gay.”

  Boar’s chest felt too tight, and the rising steam wasn’t helping, but to hell with it. He wanted to forget himself in Matt’s arms, to do what his body knew was right.

  Under the warm water, Boar became bolder in his kisses and ran his hands up and down Matt’s sides, while shamelessly responding to Matt grinding against him. The hot rivulets hurrying down their bodies gave Boar a fresh burst of energy, and while he didn’t yet use any soap, his skin felt cleaner already. Matt was a whirlwind of lust, pushing Boar at the cool tiles before he moved his kisses down Boar’s throat. Each touch caused a minor explosion on Boar’s skin, and by the time he got a whiff of shampoo, he was so aroused the slick touch of soapy hands made him shiver all over.

  “You like that?” Matt asked.

  “Yes,” Boar whispered, set on living in the moment.

  He got some shampoo into his hands as well and rubbed it into Matt’s hair just as his new lover did the same for him. The intimacy of this moment was unparalleled with any he’d ever felt, and couldn’t compare to his stupid crushes on boys. He could now see everything he’d been missing out on by saving himself for reasons that had never quite made sense.

  This was something else, something that would change the course of his life.

  Once they both washed, Matt’s hands wandered all over his chest, rolling across his nipples and caressing his neck, only to finally reach between his legs. The touch sent an electric charge all the way to his toes, and he leaned back, stuck between fear that he’d embarrass himself by coming too fast and the pressing desire to let Matt proceed.

  Matt’s face was so close he could barely look at him without crossing his eyes. He pumped Boar’s dick at an agonizing pace, which only grew the heat in his balls. The slow and steady rhythm drove Boar crazy already.

  “And this?”

  “Yeah… very much.” He wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck and pulled the damp head to his shoulder, unable to stop rocking his hips against the hand. This was heaven. Hot, steamy heaven.

  Matt laughed and nipped on Boar’s lips before spinning him to face the wall. Soap drizzled down Boar’s back, soon allowing a smooth glide of hands as they gravitated lower, toward Boar’s ass. He wasn’t sure what to think. It did feel good, but when fingers dove between his buttocks, his brain short-circuited.

  He tensed all over, not sure if this is where he wanted to go, but too inexperienced to know. Matt was hot, his touch was scalding, the freaking water made his head spin as it caressed him with its nimble fingers. But Boar wasn’t sure how he felt about that thick dick poking at his buttock. Its touch was more than arousing. But the suggestion that it could push into him soon? Not so much. His fantasies had never drifted that way.

  The lips on his shoulder made his confusion grow, and when Matt’s strong body pressed to his back, bringing that hard tool to the crack of his ass, he fought the impulse to just let it happen. The touch felt so good. For the first time, he felt truly wanted, and by a man so hot and so much more experienced, but the cockhead sliding against his opening was a sobering sensation.

  “N-no. I-I don’t think I want this,” Boar uttered, unable to move despite not being particularly small, or a weakling. Nerves were getting the best of him, and he was like that deer he’d shot last summer. Right before dying, it had looked his way, and instead of running, it froze and let him hit his mark with ease.

  Matt slumped against him, as if he couldn’t take the disappointment, but then his hands settled around Boar’s waist. “Okay. What do you wanna do, hotcake?”

  Boar rested his forehead against a broken tile and took a deep breath. It wasn’t over? He thought he fucked it up. “You still wanna… do things? I’m sorry, I just—I’ve never…”

  Matt snorted and rubbed his face between Boar’s shoulder blades. “I figured you might not have a lot of experience. No offense,” he said before casually taking hold of Boar’s dick.

  Boar moaned, back to enjoying himself. “I don’t. I wanna do stuff. Just not that. I kinda… I always imagined myself topping. I know it’s stupid, since I don’t have the experience, but it’s what excites me. I love touching you though. I’d want to… suck you.”

  Matt hummed, hugging him a little more tightly, his cock still very hard. “Really? What a treat. Am I your type at least?” he teased, but Boar wasn’t sure if it wasn’t a veiled accusation.

  He reached back to stroke Matt’s side. “I’ve got many types. You’re super-hot, Matt, and our chemistry is off the charts. But when I imagine topping, I think of smaller guys, you know? Right now, I just want to rub myself all over you until our skin is raw.”

  “How precious are you about your ass? Because I know something you might like,” Matt mused, backing away enough to make space for his hand, which gently rubbed the seam of Boar’s ass.

  That did feel nice.

  “I wouldn’t mind being touched. I just don’t want that massive cock hammering into me, you know?” He laughed nervously, and a shiver went up his spine when Matt dipped his fingers between the buttocks and rubbed his pucker with just the fingertips. That was okay. Exciting. Intimate.

  Matt laughed, rolling his digit all around the hole in teasing circles. “Massive? Keep talking to me like that, and I’ll be getting you a ring.” He laughed before pulling away. It took Boar the longest moment to realize Matt had kneeled behind him, and his face flamed when his lover parted his buttocks to make room for his face.

  This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. Not to anyone so plain. But it was. He could feel Matt’s nose gently moving up and down his open crack, and he moaned as if he were getting his dick sucked. When the tip of Matt’s tongue teased his hyper-sensitive skin, he pressed his cheek to the wall and spread his legs in invitation. This he was more than on board with.

  He didn’t even know how to describe the sensation gathering in this sensitive, secret place on his body. It was so arousing, so intense he felt like he might fall to his knees, but he leaned against the wall instead, curling his toes as Matt’s agile tongue worked its magic. It was so soft and bendy that at times it was like liquid.

  He let out a choked groan when Matt’s tongue pushed inside him. The door just beyond the flimsy shower curtain opened at the same moment, making Boar still as the fabric floated, moved by the incoming air.

  “Don’t stop. I’m gonna be quick anyway,” a woman said.

  Boar wanted to protest, he really did, but all he could choke out was a moan. A nuclear explosion could’ve stopped him—maybe—but not someone showering in another stall. Boar grabbed his throbbing dick and stroked it while letting Matt do whatever that tongue magic was.

  This, Boar could allow any day.

  It was so hot. So dirty. So naughty.

  He shot all over the wall, stifling the moans threatening to fall from his lips by biting them hard, but Matt wouldn’t relent, though he eventually slowed down, finishing the rim job by pulling his entire tongue from Boar’s taint to the upper edge of the crack in even strokes.

  Boar was still recuperating when Matt rose and delivered a playful slap to his ass. “How about we go somewhere more private?”

  Boar turned around, panting and soft like putty. “Y-yeah. Might need a nap,” he muttered, falling into a hug.

  His gaze was drawn to the other cock between their bodies, this one hard and ready, and he felt guilty over thinking only about his own pleasure. “But, you know, only after I help you out with this.”

  Matt snorted and patted his cock, making it bob. “I have other plans,” he said, pushing the curtain aside. The girl was already taking a shower in one of the other stalls, but Boar still felt odd about walking around naked when she was so close.

  Matt offered him a towel as Boar was about to voice his concern. Boar grinned at his new lover and kissed him once more before they left the
bathroom. He held the towel around his hips with one hand, and hugged his clothes to his chest with the other. He hoped Matt had his own room, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

  He expected to be led back to the room upstairs, but Matt pushed him against the wall as soon as they were in the cold of the empty corridor. “So you never fucked anyone?” he asked, eyes flickering with excitement.

  “Wow. Just rub it in, huh?” Boar did laugh though, because the question wasn’t meant to mock him.

  Matt’s lips widened in a grin. “I wanna see your face when you top for the first time. Just thinking about it makes my dick stiffen even more than it already has,” he whispered, capturing Boar’s lips in a short but intense kiss. “You wanna do it? Now?”

  “N-now? What?”

  “I know a guy who likes to bottom. A lot. I could fetch him for us,” Matt whispered, rolling his hips, and the hard dick, against Boar. His body was shivering, and that fact was so insanely hot Boar wasn’t sure what do with the lust still burning inside.

  Dad had told him that he’d go to hell, that he’d slide down into a well of fleshy depravity. Boar just hadn’t known it would happen so fast. He wasn’t sliding either. He was jumping head-first.

  “You wanna watch me have sex with another guy?” he asked to confirm, cheeks still flushed. Stuck in the concepts of standard heterosexual couples, he’d imagined… he didn’t know what he’d imagined, since he’d just met Matt and had gotten swooped into the tornado of his attention.

  “I want us to have a threesome,” Matt said, clearly proud of his idea.

  Four days ago, Boar’s head would have exploded at this notion. But four days ago, he’d had much more to lose. “Where I get to fuck the guy?” he rasped, already drowning in the fantasy where he drilled his dick into an eager guy while Matt watched, jerking off to the hot scene.

  Matt poked Boar’s breastbone. “Bingo!”

  “Is there… something I should know?” he asked, staring into Matt’s green, slightly insane eyes, but he was already nodding anyway. Of course he wanted to fuck someone.

  Matt smirked and led Boar’s hand to his cock. They were out in the open, where anybody could see them, but Boar couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to hold this hot, pulsing flesh. “Go up the stairs. My room will be the first on the left. It’s not locked.”

  Boar nodded again, mesmerized by Matt’s confidence. This guy was a cannonball wrecking all of Boar’s defences, yet still wanted to storm the castle with the troops.

  They parted with one more kiss, and Matt was off, walking with a spring to his step, as if he’d hit the jackpot, not been denied access to Boar’s ass. Maybe it didn’t matter as much as Boar feared.

  ***

  Boar listened to his own frantic heartbeat.

  A couple of hours ago, he’d been homeless. A virgin. Now... he wasn’t sure if he was still technically a virgin, but if he was, he’d surely not be later this day. Matt wasn’t just hot for him. He wanted to watch him fuck another guy, and that perspective was both intensely arousing and scary.

  He looked around the large mattress, which served as the only piece of furniture in the mid-sized room. Rock stars stared at him from posters, and the few belongings Matt had were scattered by the walls or in cardboard boxes. It was a Spartan living space, but it provided warmth and safety, nevertheless.

  He smiled, thinking back to their first kiss. The guy sure had a skilled tongue, be it in kissing or rimming. If this was the depraved lifestyle Dad had talked about, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. At this point, Boar was ready to leave his old life behind and start a new one, because he didn’t fit in with any of his family’s expectations.

  But was this him? Could he handle a threesome when he’d barely made out with a guy naked for the first time? What if the other man saw Boar was clueless and laughed at him?

  He considered borrowing something to wear or covering himself with a blanket, but it was too late for that when the door opened, and Matt walked in, with Dru under his arm.

  Boar smiled nervously. Oh. He should have thought it could be Dru, but since he hadn’t, the guy’s presence hit him with its intimidating allure.

  “D-did you like the food?” he asked, like the biggest moron.

  Dru grinned. He was a wolf cub about to chew on some meat. “So much so that I came for seconds.”

  Boar stared as Dru pulled off his T-shirt. “I’m sorry, I just made that one portion—”

  Matt snorted. “He means your dick.”

  “Oh.” Boar’s lips dried further when Dru threw the top at him. The warm fabric hit Boar’s face, fragrant with cologne and fresh sweat, and he grabbed it, allowing himself a sniff.

  Dru smirked, even sexier in just the cutoff shorts and with his slim chest on show. His nipples were a cherry shade, and Boar briefly wondered if they tasted sweet. For a few seconds, he had the stupidest vision of Dru rubbing them with fruity ChapStick, and he itched to lick them.

  Matt grabbed the boy’s slender shoulders. “Dru here is going to take your V.”

  Embarrassment flooded Boar’s whole body, but there was no lying about it now that Matt spilled the beans. “I know some stuff, I just… hadn’t done it.”

  Dru smirked and descended on Boar to straddle his lap. “That’s okay.”

  It was strange to have someone bring him a lover as if there was an endless catalog of guys up for him, but the way Matt’s gaze followed everything that happened told him that Matt was a part of this as much as Dru was. He wasn’t doing this for charity. It turned him on.

  “Grab his ass. It’s so nice and plump,” Matt said, kneeling by the mattress and leading Boar’s hands.

  Boar’s face had cooled after the shower, but now it was back to scorching. Maybe it was for the better that he’d come in the shower or he’d embarrass himself with an orgasm before he even got to spread Dru’s ass with his cock.

  The image made him groan.

  Dru’s buttocks filled his hands so well, and he could sense their heat even through the denim. Dru appeared to have baby-smooth skin, but Boar felt it scratching him, and that unexpected sensation sent a jolt of pleasure to Boar’s balls. His eyes shut, but opened when Matt’s lips met his own, their bodies sandwiching Dru.

  “Do you like your boy?” Matt asked.

  Boar swallowed, and looked into Dru’s blue eyes to answer. “You’re so hot,” he rasped.

  Dru hummed and rocked his hips, grinding against Boar. “And yours for the day.”

  This couldn’t possibly be real. Things like this belonged in the most daring dreams, and didn’t happen to nobodies. He cupped Dru’s face and kissed him as his balls stirred in response to the rubbing and squeezing. Soon enough, embarrassment would be history.

  But then it hit him.

  He pulled back and glanced at Matt over Dru’s shoulder. “You’re not… paying for this, right?”

  Matt frowned. “What?”

  Dru licked his damp lips, eyes already out of focus with desire. “Paying for what?”

  Boar got flustered when he realized how offensive the suggestion was. “I’m sorry! I just… It’s hard to wrap my head around both of you being so into me.”

  Matt’s face relaxed, and he swatted Dru’s ass, making him cling to Boar. “It’s a good thing this one’s a little slut. He won’t be offended. Won’t you?”

  Dru laughed and bumped his nose against Boar’s. “It’s kinda hot though. Maybe you should pay me next time?”

  Boar stared into the smiley eyes, struggling to comprehend that this was his reality. Was this his prize for following his heart and refusing to go back into the closet? “Too late. I know you’re a little slut now.”

  He was repeating what Matt had said, but the vulgar nature of those words still sent a shiver all the way to his balls.

  Matt slapped Dru’s ass again, and the boy gave a wanton moan, hugging Boar. “Fuck, yes. I am such a slut.”

  “And so good at sucking dick too,” Matt said, slowly st
epping on the mattress and settling behind Boar.

  Dru licked Boar’s cheek. “Can’t wait to have both of you in me.”

  The vision Dru painted flared in Boar’s mind like a silk scarf barely touched by flame and already incinerated. He’d get to watch the cute guy fucked by Matt as well. And as much as he didn’t want Matt’s dick in him, he couldn’t wait to see that thick tool in action.

  The mattress dipped, and when strong arms slid to his chest and pulled him against the familiar warmth of Matt’s body, Boar relaxed, accepting all the caressing hands and lips. Just last night, if someone had told him two guys would be up for having sex with him, he’d have laughed in that person’s face, but he wasn’t there to question his partners’ motives, though their adoration fueled his arousal and made him explore more of Dru’s tempting body.

  He’d always had a thing for small cuties, and while not the shortest, Dru was definitely slim and young. His long hair softened the angles of his jawline, and the full lips made Boar lean in for another kiss, all too aware of Matt watching them.

  “You should show off your skills, Dru,” Matt rasped, pulling on Boar’s towel to reveal the erection that would now be impossible to hide.

  Dru chewed on his bottom lip, watching Boar from below heavy eyelids. “Is that what you want? My lips on your cock?” he asked, but was already scrambling off Boar’s lap. Once on his knees, he pushed back his hair and slid his hands down his chest, squeezing the cherry nipples on the way. It was so damn hot Boar’s dick twitched, already half-hard.

  “Yes,” he mumbled without thinking. Of course he did. “You’re so pretty.”

  Dru smiled and stretched his lean body for Boar to ogle. “And you’re much politer than Matt.”

  “He wouldn’t be if he knew you better.” Matt laughed. “Take your shorts off, I want a taste of you while he shoves his dick down your throat.”

  “Pull them down yourself. I’m not here to do your job,” Dru said, winking at Matt above Boar’s shoulder. He was sex on a stick and knew it.