Slowly, Tanner ran one of his hands down the side of Damien’s ripped torso and hooked his thumb inside Damien’s underwear. “Your turn, pretty boy,” he said and drew a smile from Damien.
For all his self-assured behavior on the outside, Damien seemed much more insecure and vulnerable now. We all did, I realized. This was us in our rawest, most open form. All three of us bared our hearts and accepted the cold, merciless hammer of rejection, but only found more warmth than we knew what to do with.
As I shook my ankles free of my shorts, Tanner and I both began pulling Damien’s underwear over his cock. Tanner and I both gasped a little, though we controlled it visibly. Damien was a good nine inches long with girth that excited me as much as it made me nervous to prove myself to him. Oh, but how badly I wanted to please him. To please both of them.
Damien took care of his underwear with another grunt, pulling them off and throwing them behind. A gust of wind made the flames dance erratically and it moved locks of Damien’s dusty blond hair over his brow.
Something clicked inside of me. It made itself so clear and I felt it so naturally that I didn’t hold back. With each of them on their knees on either side of me, I reached and took them in my hands.
Tanner grinned and Damien purred to conceal a moan in that rough way of his.
For the first few heartbeats, my boys were patient while I clumsily tried to match the pace of both my hands. They lifted their gazes from me to each other and smoothly reached for one another’s head to kiss. They made out passionately, sighing and fanning the flames between us all while I pleasured them with my hands. All the while, I fought against drooling as my most delicious dreams came true.
Damien, almost like he didn’t need to look at all, reached down while kissing Tanner and wrapped his hand around my cock. He stroked me until I wanted to contort my back and shivers were running all over my body. I moaned despite myself, drawing a chuckle from Tanner.
He shot me a wolfish grin and grabbed my wrist, then pulled my hand off his cock. His movement was swift and determined. He spun and knelt over me, one knee below each of my armpits, and I gulped. I was getting to do it. He read my mind, like always, and he was letting it happen.
I licked my lips as his long cock swayed in front of me. And when I opened my mouth, Tanner leaned in. His fists punched the soft bed of dry leaves beyond the blanket and his lower back curved in and his cock slid right into my wide open mouth. The sensation was such that I almost wanted him to slide deep enough to choke me.
I blinked twice, looking up at his smooth, sculpted abs, then spotted Damien getting up.
My hands clasped Tanner’s peachy, round ass and forced him to fuck my throat harder all the while Damien positioned himself above us. He pushed Tanner back to kneel a little more upright. Tanner’s cock strained as he pulled his torso back and buried his length down my throat. His balls pressed hard against my chin and tears surged to my eyes for one blissful moment of subdued panic that zinged in my chest. When Tanner pulled back, I inhaled through my nose and forced my throat to relax again.
At the same time, Damien cupped Tanner’s chin and whispered seductively for Tanner to “open wide.” And no matter how wide Tanner opened his mouth, Damien couldn’t shove more than half his length inside. Choking and gargling, moaning over Damien’s girth, Tanner jerked his hips back and forth as if to take his frustrations out on me, and I welcomed it openly. I loved the sweet and salty traces he left on my tongue and the throbbing of his dick crammed deep down my throat.
Damien was swinging his hips back and forth slowly, his balls matching the pace and hanging swollen above my head, his dick lodged in Tanner’s gaping mouth. Tanner’s chin soon grew wet and a flicker of hope shot through me that it could drip on me if he didn’t wipe it. My face was wet already, too, with saliva trickling out the corners of my stretched mouth.
Damien’s grunts of pleasure made me throb as much as Tanner’s quick thrusts of hips. And when my wish came true and Damien pulled his cock out of Tanner’s mouth, drops of Tanner’s saliva fell over my face and hair.
Damien bent down to kiss Tanner, who slowed his pace down and moaned into Damien’s mouth before pulling his cock out of mine and leaning down to kiss my wet lips and bite my chin playfully. “You’re so fucking good,” he whispered.
I can’t believe this is happening, I thought. I nearly said it, too, but stopped myself when Damien lay next to me and let his hand explore my entire body. He reached for my cock and stroked me hard without a trace of mercy all the while kissing my neck. Tanner, lying on the other side, was exploring my mouth with his tongue and sliding his hand along my thighs. Every so often, his hand would brush against my balls or his fingers would dare reach down my taint, forcing a whimper from my lips.
I turned my head to Damien and received plenty of deep kisses while Tanner pulled back and down, then knelt between my legs. Damien seamlessly released my aching cock into Tanner’s mouth and the warmth of it spilled into me and spread all the way to my chest.
I shuddered and clawed at the blanket like I was about to fall off the ground. Tanner sucked me like a fucking pro, his lips reaching down to the smooth skin around my cock and my tip pressing hard against the back of his throat.
He sped up while Damien pushed his tongue into my mouth and I whimpered so hard that Damien smiled against my lips. He pulled back just enough to let me beg: “Stop. I’ll come. I can’t…hold back.”
Tanner pulled his head away and began lifting my knees a little. “What do you want me to do instead?” he asked cheekily.
“I think I know what he wants,” Damien purred, looking deep into my eyes.
I gazed back at him with all the love I had nurtured all these years. It was still unbelievable to me that this was my childhood friend; that he had hidden the same feelings as I and as Tanner.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
A corner of Damien’s lips ticked up. “Let Tanner fuck you first, baby boy,” he said while I reached for his cock. It felt even thicker in my hand and I felt an overwhelming relief that he’d said that.
Tanner inhaled sharply and grinned. “Right. Let me stretch you for him, Elliot.” The way he said my name — though he’d said it in a similar way countless times over the past decade — made my heart inflate ridiculously fast.
Damien swooped me up in his arms below my knees and lifted my legs as effortlessly as if I were made of feathers. I gasped, but it turned to a loud moan when Tanner seized the opportunity and slapped both my cheeks with his slender hands now that Damien bent my legs and bared my ass for the taking.
Tanner’s tongue felt ever warmer when he smashed it against my hole and licked me roughly like his life depended on it. “I’ll make you wet,” he purred in between his hungry licks.
“Fuck,” Damien grunted and I realized I was jerking him off harder whenever Tanner sent shivers up my body or pressed his tongue harder as if to probe me mercilessly. Sometimes, Tanner brushed my rim with his thumb, and I squeezed Damien like holding him was all that kept me whole. “Fuck,” he grunted evenly, almost desperately.
“Fuck, Elliot,” Tanner echoed. “I think you’re ready.”
