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Win rocked forward, pressing his swelling cock against Bright’s abdomen. “I’m really horny.”
“I can tell.” Bright put his hands on Win’s hips. “I’ll come to your room when I’m done, okay? Right after I shower.”
There would be no changing his mind. “Don’t,” Win said.
“Don’t what?”
Win gave him a hard kiss. “Don’t shower,” he murmured, and then headed for his own room.
Win lay on the bed, restless and aching. Bright’s full workout took two hours, and Win didn’t know how far into it he’d been. He didn’t think he could wait. The room still smelled like that preppy body spray Gulf used, and it was making Win even harder, reminding him of the times Gulf had fucked him in this very bed.
Sleeping with Gulf again was unthinkable; Win would never do that to either Bright or Gulf. Still, there were times he reminisced about what it had been like to have Gulf inside him. If only he could have both men at the same time.
Win kneaded his cock through his jeans, picturing it. One of his most frequent fantasies was of watching Bright dominate another man while he himself ran the show. Gulf would be perfect for that, with his lean body and pretty-boy face. He’d look good held down by Bright’s muscular bulk.
Popping the button on his jeans, Win slid his hand inside and gave himself a squeeze. The silk of his boxer-briefs was already damp with precome. He stroked his fingers up and down his shaft, enjoying the caress of the soft material against his swollen, sensitive flesh.
Gulf had always been sweetly submissive with Win, eager to take directions and follow orders. Of course, he’d never be attracted to Bright in a million years; Bright was too overtly masculine, and on top of that, Gulf was still intimidated by him. Come to think of it, though, that nervousness might just make the whole thing even hotter…
Win sat up and stripped off his shirt, feeling hot and flushed all over. He kicked off his pants and underwear, grabbed the lube he’d brought with him, and stretched out on his back. He’d moved his toy chest to the townhouse, so he’d have to make do with his own fingers.
Bright would never go for a threesome, especially with Gulf, whom he’d never liked – and, Win suspected, viewed as a potential threat to their relationship despite Win’s reassurances to the contrary. Even Win, with all the manipulative skill he possessed, would never be able to make this happen. But if he could… if he could…
*****
“I’m not sure about this,” Gulf said, kneeling in the center of Win’s bed.
Win kissed his cheek, hands traveling beneath the hem of Gulf’s shirt and playing over the flat muscles of his stomach. “Don’t you want to fuck me again?”
“Yes.”
“Then let Bright fuck you.”
“I – ” Gulf gave a violent start when Bright pressed up against him from behind, hands on Gulf’s hips.
“Relax, kid,” Bright said with amusement. He pushed one hand into Gulf’s pants to grope his cock.
Gulf bit his lip, squirming beneath Bright’s touch. “I don’t – I don’t know if I want to – ”
Wrapping his free arm around Gulf’s chest, Bright pinned him against his own body. “You’re about to bust right out of these pants,” he said. “Seems like you want to.”
Gulf blushed, mortified. Win put one hand on his cheek to feel the heat of it.
“You can do this for me, can’t you? You can take Bright’s cock for me.”
“I’ve never…”
“I know.” Win held his face with both hands and kissed him deeply, feeling Gulf jerk against him as Bright continued to massage his erection. “This will prove how much you want me.”
Taking a shaky breath, Gulf said, “Okay.”
Win turned his attention to Bright, kissing him over Gulf’s shoulder until they were both out of breath. “Don’t be gentle with him,” he said when they separated.
“Oh, I won’t,” said Bright.
Shedding his clothes, Win moved to sit against the headboard. Bright pulled Gulf’s shirt off him and pinched one of his nipples, sending a jolt through Gulf’s body.
“You want to fuck my boyfriend?” Bright said. “You’d better show me you deserve it.” He tugged the waistband of Gulf’s pants. “Get these off.”
Gulf pulled away to wriggle out of his pants and underwear. Bright didn’t bother undressing, just undid his jeans and took out his half-hard cock. When Gulf caught sight of it, he breathed in sharply, eyes going comically wide.
“Like what you see?” Bright stroked himself a few times. “It’s only going to get bigger.”
“I can’t,” Gulf said, his eyes still riveted to Bright’s cock. “Win, I can’t – ”
“Yes, you can. I take him almost every day. It feels amazing, I promise.”
“Come here and harden this up for me,” Bright said to Gulf.
Gulf reached out, tentatively closing his hand around Bright’s cock and giving it a cautious tug. Bright grunted in dissatisfaction and covered Gulf’s hand with his own, guiding Gulf into a rougher, faster pace. As he watched Bright’s erection thicken and swell under Gulf’s ministrations, Win reached down to tease his own cock with light touches.
“All that’s going inside you.” Bright let go, allowing Gulf to continue the handjob unassisted. “You’re lucky Win isn’t making you suck it. I bet you’d choke.”
Gulf moaned a little; he hadn’t looked up from Bright’s cock once since he’d first seen it. Win smiled, hand sliding down to cup his balls. “He would. He’d probably tear up, too. He’s never had anything that big down his throat.”
“You’re not…” Gulf’s eyes flicked towards Win. “I’m not going to have to…”
“I wouldn’t make Bright suffer through your first blowjob,” Win said. “That’s enough. Turn on your hands and knees. Bright, take off your shirt.”
Their unquestioning obedience made Win’s cock jump. Gulf dropped his head between his arms, hiding his face as Bright kneaded his asscheeks and spread them apart.
“Goddamn, that’s a tight hole,” said Bright. “Haven’t you ever fingered yourself?”
Gulf shook his head.
Win bent his knees, placing his feet flat on the bed so he could rub his fingers over his own hole. “Make sure you get him really wet first. I don’t mind if you hurt him a little, but I don’t want him to tear.”
Popping the cap on a bottle of lube, Bright got his right hand nice and slick. He tossed the bottle to Win before pushing a single finger into Gulf’s hole. Gulf made a pretty little bitten-off noise, and Bright hummed in appreciation.
“You like that?” Bright slid his finger slowly in and out, then hooked it around the side of Gulf’s hole and pulled gently to stretch the muscle.
“It feels weird,” Gulf said, but Win could see how hard he was, cock jutting out between his legs and straining up towards his belly.
Win fingered himself while he watched Bright do the same to Gulf. He tried to keep pace with them at first, but he quickly lost patience with Bright’s careful preparations and went ahead at his own speed, already fucking himself with three fingers by the time Gulf was still getting used to two.
A particular twist of Bright’s hand made Gulf gasp and jerk forwards as if he were trying to get away. Bright snagged him by the hip and dragged him back, ruthlessly prodding at that same spot inside until Gulf’s gasps had become broken cries and he was driving his ass onto Bright’s fingers.
“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” When Gulf didn’t answer right away, Bright slapped his ass with his free hand. “Answer me.”
“Nngh… yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, fuck, it feels good.” Gulf had fallen onto his elbows, face muffled in the bed as he rode Bright’s fingers like a total slut.
Win shoved all three of his fingers inside himself up to the third knuckle, overcome by the sight. Bright reached down and grabbed Gulf’s hair, forcing him to turn his head towards Win.
“Look at him,” Bright said. “You’re turning him on so much he has to play with himself. Do you want to fuck that sweet little hole?”
Gulf stared hungrily at Win’s fingers pumping in and out even as he trembled under Bright’s continued assault on his prostate. “God, yes.”
“Then spread your fucking legs wider and get that twink ass in the air for me.”
Gulf arranged himself in one of the most cock-hungry displays of submission Win had ever seen – chest and forearms flat against the bed, knees spread so far apart his thighs were straining, back arched in an exaggerated curve. Bright stretched him a bit more and then pulled his fingers out with a squelching noise, wiping them off on Gulf’s hip.
“I think he’s ready,” he said to Win.
“Make him ask for it first.”
Bright slapped his bare cock against Gulf’s hole until Gulf squirmed with embarrassment. “You heard him.”
“Please,” Gulf said, voice breaking.
“Please, what?” Bright pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle – not going in, just giving Gulf a taste of things to come.
“Please… ungh… please fuck me.”
“You can do better than that.” Win crawled next to them and ran his clean hand through Gulf’s sweat-dampened hair. “Come on. Tell Bright how much you want him to pop your cherry with his huge dick.”
Gulf moaned something incoherent into the mattress. Win glanced over at Bright, who was rubbing his cock between the cheeks of Gulf’s ass, breathing hard but otherwise in total control of himself. It would be a long time before Bright lost his patience with the tease – Win knew that from experience.
“I…” Gulf’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut. “Please, Bright, I want you to – to fuck my ass with your big cock.” The last few words were almost lost in a sob of humiliation and arousal.
“Good boy,” Win said, petting Gulf’s burning cheek. “You’re being such a good boy for me. Both of you.”
He nodded to Bright, giving him the go-ahead to press forward. Gulf groaned in pain and clutched at the sheets as his entire body went rigid.
“Shh, I know it hurts.” Win stroked his hand down Gulf’s spine and massaged the tense muscles of his lower back. “Just relax. Push back into it. It feels amazing once you get used to it, I promise.”
“I can’t,” Gulf said, but he was already obeying, bearing down on Bright’s cock. Bright sank into him slowly, hands tight on Gulf’s hips.
“How does he feel?” Win asked Bright.
“Really fucking tight.”
“Yeah?” Win let go of Gulf and moved closer to Bright, kissing his shoulder. “You like that virgin ass clamping down around your cock?”
Bright groaned, pushing in another inch. “Fuck, yeah.”
Win pressed up against his side. “You’re always gagging for a tight ass to fuck, aren’t you, Bright? It’s not your fault. With that monster cock, it’s no wonder you’re always looking for a hole to stuff.”
He could see the effect his words were having on Bright, who was shuddering and panting for breath. Bright had always liked being verbally humiliated this way, enjoyed the insinuation that he was just an oversexed top who needed a firm hand to keep him in line. Win was more than happy to cater to that desire.
“I take care of you, though, don’t I?” Win whispered in his ear. “I give you what you need.”
Bright moaned, turning his head to meet Win in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that was mostly tongue. Kissing Bright while he was balls-deep in Gulf gave Win a heady rush of power.
“Fuck him hard, and make it good for him,” Win said. “I want to hear him screaming.”
“You got it, baby.” Bright pulled almost all the way out and then slammed home in one thrust.
Gulf’s answering cry held more pain than pleasure, but that would soon change. Win refocused his attention, reaching between Gulf’s legs to take hold of his softening cock and tug it back to hardness.
“Concentrate on what feels good,” he said while he jerked Gulf off. “Feel where Bright’s spreading you open, right at your rim? Doesn’t it feel good there when he moves in and out?”
Gulf nodded. His eyes were open, but completely glazed over.
“The best thing about Bright’s cock is he can stretch you wide and get really deep at the same time. Think about where he’s rubbing up inside you. It’s good, isn’t it? Like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”
“Fuck,” Gulf mumbled. His cock jumped in Win’s hand.
“Go faster,” Win said to Bright.
Bright obliged, hips snapping against Gulf’s ass in a quick, staccato rhythm. Gulf groaned through it – then, suddenly, his body spasmed and he cried out.
“God, oh God, oh my God,” Gulf said, scrabbling at the bed.
Win grinned at Bright. “I think you found his prostate.”
Bright’s laugh was made breathless by his exertions as he pounded Gulf’s ass. Gulf started rocking himself into the thrusts, pushing up onto his hands so he had better leverage.
“That’s right.” Bright slapped Gulf’s ass hard enough to leave a bright red handprint behind. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
Releasing Gulf’s cock, Win moved back a little so he could appreciate the whole tableau as he stroked himself instead. Bright was so much bigger than Gulf, manhandling him effortlessly, and Gulf went wild for it, writhing and babbling inarticulate pleas and encouragement. The sounds built in urgency until Gulf was wailing on every thrust, wrecked and needy.
“Slow down,” Win said. Bright immediately changed his pace so he was just rolling his hips in an unhurried rhythm instead of pistoning in and out.
“No, please,” Gulf gasped, then bit his lip in embarrassment. Bright smacked his ass again.
“Is he relaxed enough?” Win asked.
“He’s fucking relaxed, all right.” Bright pried Gulf’s asscheeks apart and pulled out halfway, looking down at where his thick shaft was spreading Gulf obscenely wide. “That hole’s like hot butter now. He wants it bad.”
“Good.” Win grabbed Gulf’s chin and made him look him in the eyes. “Are you ready to fuck me now?”
It took Gulf a moment to get it; when he did, his face went slack with shock. “You mean… now?” He glanced back over his shoulder at Bright, who was rocking shallowly inside him. “While…”
“Of course. How did you think we were going to do it?”
While Gulf was still processing this, Win fetched a couple of pillows from the headboard. Bright sat back on his heels and brought Gulf with him, so that Gulf was straddling his thighs and impaled on his cock – which did very lovely things to Gulf’s expression. Win arranged the pillows in front of Gulf and lay down on his back with his hips propped up, then beckoned Gulf towards him.
Gulf carefully leaned forward, Bright following him all the way to avoid pulling out. Win lifted his legs to hook them over Gulf’s shoulders.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Gulf smiled down at him, pupils blown wide.
Win reached between them to guide Gulf’s cock into his hole. It wasn’t as big as Bright’s, but it still felt incredible, pressing up against his sensitive flesh in all the right ways. Gulf made a desperate noise and jerked forward, but Bright grabbed his hips and held him still.
“Don’t try to move,” he said. “Just let me fuck you into him.”
Gulf shivered and moaned as Bright undulated his hips, each forward movement pressing Gulf deep into Win’s ass and then pulling him back again. Happy to finally be full, Win tipped his head back with a sigh.
“How’s that, baby?” Bright asked.
“Good. A little harder.”
Bright started thrusting, moving Gulf with him so they were fucking Win as one. Win gasped his appreciation and pushed one hand down to jerk himself off. Above him, Gulf was falling apart, a total hot mess devastated by overwhelming sensation.
“Do you like this?” Win pushed the fingers of his free hand into Gulf’s mouth, making him suck on them. “Fucking and being fucked? Being owned by two men at once?”
Gulf whimpered sloppily around Win’s fingers.
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
Pulling off Win’s fingers with a wet pop, Gulf said, “Yeah, yes, I miss you so much.”
“I miss you, too.”
Gulf bent his head to mouth at Win’s collarbone. Win looked over his shoulder at Bright’s face, which was a study in concentration as fucked Gulf and Win with brisk yet controlled thrusts. He caught Win’s eye and smiled, his expression warm with affection and desire.
Win found one of Bright’s hands where it rested on Gulf’s hip and laced their fingers together, holding on as the fuck became more intense, Bright’s superior body weight slamming Gulf against and inside him. They didn’t even like each other, but they were here, fucking him together, doing this all for him –
*****
Win came all over his fist just as Bright opened the bedroom door.
“Jesus,” said Bright. “I guess you weren’t kidding when you said you were horny.”
Panting, Win let his hips drop back down to the bed and pulled his fingers out of his hole. There was no need to apologize; Bright wouldn’t have expected him to wait, and he’d be able to get it up again in ten minutes, anyway.
Maybe even sooner than that, in fact. Bright was flushed and sweaty from his workout, every muscle in his arms and torso standing out in sharp relief, and Win was still riding the psychological high from his fantasy.
“God, you look so hot right now,” Win said. “Come here and show me how strong you are.”
Bright kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his shorts on the way to the bed. He stopped beside it, fishing a leftover condom out of the nightstand drawer while he stroked himself to hardness with his other hand. “Do you want to wait a few minutes?”
“No. Get in me.”
“Bossy,” Bright said with a pleased smile. He knelt on the bed and rolled the condom over his erection, then grabbed both of Win’s thighs and lifted his entire lower body off the mattress before sinking inside him.
“Fuck.” Win reached above his head to brace his hands against the headboard as Bright pumped slowly in and out, mindful of Win’s post-orgasmic sensitivity.
“What were you thinking about?” Bright asked. There was no strain in his voice, no sign that it required any effort at all for him to hold Win’s body suspended in midair right after finishing a two-hour workout.
“Hmm?” Win said, distracted by the flex of Bright’s biceps where they were wrapped around his thighs.
“While you were jerking off and playing with yourself. What were you thinking about?”
“You fucking Gulf.”
Bright went still, half-in and half-out of Win’s ass. Win made an irritated noise.
Sounding appalled, Bright said, “I’d never – ”
“I know you wouldn’t, Bright, that’s why it’s a fantasy.” Win shifted his hips impatiently. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Bright started moving again, though he still looked disconcerted. After a moment, he said, “Do you think about that a lot? Me fucking other guys?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Win closed his eyes, luxuriating in the slow, deep penetration. “You’re so gorgeous, I’d love to watch you just going to town on someone.”
Silence. Win blinked his eyes open and frowned when he saw that Bright wasn’t just surprised. He was actually upset, and Win was pretty sure he knew why.
“Hey,” Win said. “Come here for a minute.”
Bright lowered Win’s legs to his waist, bending forward until there were only a few inches of space between them. Win tamped down the reflexive flutter of panic at having Bright’s weight on him and cupped his jaw with both hands.
“Just because I fantasize about something doesn’t mean I expect it to happen. I know you’re not into that kind of stuff; I’d never ask you to do it.” Win brushed his lips over Bright’s. “I think about things we could never do in real life all the time, like – like me riding you on the presidential seal in the Oval Office.”
Bright huffed out a laugh. “Yeah? What else do you think about?” He ground his hips in a deliberate circle that made Win’s breath catch.
“Uh – oh, that feels good – I think about you fucking me with another man. Both of you inside me at once. It’s something I’ve never done.”
Groaning into Win’s throat, Bright said, “We could do that sometime, if you wanted.”
Win raised his eyebrows. There was no way Bright had meant that the way it had sounded.
“Not with another guy,” Bright said when he saw Win’s expression. “With, you know – with a toy.”
Lust ripped through Win, so powerful that it left him breathless for a moment while his cock twitched and stirred against Bright’s abdomen. When he’d recovered his capacity for speech, he said, “Please don’t be joking.”
“I’m not. I’ve thought about it, too.”
“Oh, my God.” Win pulled Bright down into a messy kiss. “Have I told you lately that you are the best boyfriend ever?”
Bright laughed and gave him one more kiss, then shifted back onto his knees and returned to their previous athletic position. This time, however, he didn’t bother going slow; he got a firm grip on Win’s thighs and fucked him fast and hard, cock slamming in deep on every thrust. Win’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gave himself over to the sweeping pleasure of it.
Sometimes reality was even better than fantasy.