Page 6 of Getting Hitched
Mason whimpered, and Gray gave him an evil chuckle.
“Get on with it,” Gray said, slapping Jack’s ass.
Jack pressed forward. Mason stiffened, gripping his legs so hard, Gray wondered if there would be marks on them.
“Breathe, Mason,” Jack said as he kept moving, pushing forward slowly.
Mason looked up at him, mouth hanging open, eyes glazed.
“Work his cock,” Gray ordered. “Help him relax.”
Jack wrapped a hand around Mason’s shaft and worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Mason closed his eyes and dropped his head back.
“That’s it,” Jack said. “You’re doing so good.”
Gray shucked his sweats and started jerking his own cock. He wasn’t going to wait much longer to be buried in Jack’s ass.
“Give him more,” he ordered.
Jack pulled back and then thrust, driving deeper. Mason writhed under him.
“More,” Gray said.
Jack drove in hard, seating himself fully.
Mason cried out.
“You can take it,” Gray told him.
“Yes! Yes, sir!”
“Fuck him, Jack. He doesn’t want any mercy tonight.”
“Yes, sir!” Jack took Mason fast and hard, and Mason clung to him, begging, panting, spouting nonsense.
Gray grabbed the lube. He was so horny, his hands were clumsy, and he couldn’t get his cock ready fast enough. Finally he took hold of Jack’s hips, forcing him to hold still as he drove all the way into him in one powerful stroke.
After only a few rough thrusts that shoved Jack and Mason along the bed as promised, Gray knew he wasn’t going to last long. He worked himself in and out, pushing Jack into Mason as if he was fucking them both.
“So good!”
“Yes!” Jack shouted.
“More, please. Need this. Need you,” Mason said.
“Come for me, Mason,” Gray demanded.
Mason cried out as Jack worked his cock and Gray changed his angle so he was hitting Jack’s prostate.
“Please,” Jack begged. “Can’t. Please.”
“Come,” Gray ordered.
Jack did, and Gray followed quickly. When they were all spent, Gray collapsed on top of his lovers.
“Wow!” Jack said.
