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Olly
“Antoinette Spalding.”
“Greyson Speleers.”
“Oliver Spring.”
When they call my name, I can hear my family screaming and clapping in the distance, and it’s a struggle not to smile too much. But also — fuck it! How often does one graduate with a degree in criminology? Maybe I should be cringe and celebrate.
After some old fart hands me my diploma, I turn and quickly find the source of the noise, bowing in an exaggerated manner. My mother and father, Tori and Michael, Nick and Charlie, Sarah Nelson… and the love of my life, David Nelson. Thank god I got some extra tickets off my friends. Even with four brothers dating amongst themselves, that’s still a fuck ton of people to invite to a graduation ceremony these days.
Once it’s all over, I struggle through the crowd to reach them. I give everyone big hugs, saving the best for last, of course. David grabs my shoulder and dips me, planting a fat kiss on my lips that I know has my sister gagging.
As everyone else politely stands a few feet away and pretends to look busy poring over the program or pointing out interesting architectural details on the surrounding buildings, David leans over to whisper in my ear.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Olly. I love you so much.”
I’m not going to pretend that the past year or two hasn’t been difficult at times. But honestly? We’ve both put in the hard work and found something that works for us. No — it doesn’t just work for us. It’s the best thing that ever happened to either one of us. David cares about my comfort and brings me joy and makes me feel supported in the best possible way. And in return I think I brighten his life and make him feel desired. And, to quote David from just last night, “the tightest, sexiest, best arse on the planet, Olly, oh my god I’m gonna, gonna [insert orgasm noises here].”
When I pull back from his embrace, I notice Oscar waving from inside a small gaggle of his own family. We all have separate plans immediately afterward — we’re all going to dinner — but Oscar, Bailey, George, Ava and a few others are gathering at our place for an all-night rager before we have to become boring adults.
That’s not fair. Not boring. We’re going to be fucking amazing adults. Like David. Now that I removed that stick up his arse and replaced it with a vibrating dildo, ribbed for his pleasure.
Somehow, in that moment, that’s when I decide. I’d been thinking about it for a long time, but it never seemed like the right moment. But tonight… I’m going to ask him.
That is, if David approves.
David
The huge family dinner was amazing. It’s hard to believe how far we’ve come since that first one where I was a massive douche and Tori kicked my phone down the stairs. And rightly so. Jane and Julio paid the check before I could outmanoeuvre them, and I let it slide since Olly is their child. And, thankfully, since I quietly told the waiter earlier that I was going to pay for the bubbly we consume. Seemed like a fair trade that let me contribute to my wonderful boyfriend’s celebration.
There would be a larger family gathering next weekend at the Spring residence to honour Olly. But after dinner, everyone split and he and I headed for Tesco to pick up supplies (read: booze and snacks) for his flat’s planned rager. I’ve taken tomorrow off as well, knowing that if I don’t need a lie-in, Olly definitely will. Pup still hasn’t learned how to hold his liquor. Or he simply chooses not to. It would be just like him to scam me into a caretaker role.
As all his friends gather, I reminisce about when we first really met. They basically coerced me into paying for their pizza. That’s back when I was Dom Daddy David. God, and the egg tattoo. I mean, obviously that worked out, but I’m watching my alcohol intake tonight. No more unplanned tattoos for me.
As I stand in the doorway watching Olly and his friends play Settlers of Catan, I think about whether I’ll ever really see them again. Bailey and Ava are allegedly staying in the greater London area, but George is off to Cardiff for some graduate program and Oscar is going all the way to Stanford in California for an advanced robotics degree. I’ve gotten used to hanging out with these guys over the past couple years. But I know how hard it is to keep up in the real world, outside the uni bubble. Of course, if anyone can do it, it’s Oliver. He’s fucking amazing.
Olly, thank god — thank god — is finally moving in with me. He had taken a job with a prison advocacy non-profit in London. The pay was abysmal, but he didn’t really care. I knew he wouldn’t, he never will. We discussed options, including him finding a place of his own (read: a place with probably five roommates minimum). And if he’d chosen that, I’d have fully supported it.
But I’m so fucking happy he agreed to move in with me. We practically have been cohabiting for a while now, just partly at my place and partly at his uni dump. But I honestly crave Olly. Being away from him, even for just a few days, means I start feeling agitated and unfocused. I know it’s selfish, but I’m so, so much happier and better when I can fall asleep in his arms every night. I think he might feel similarly, but I’ve never pressed him to admit it.
Oh fuck, how long has Olly been watching me watch him? I was so caught in nostalgia that I didn’t realise he was returning my sappy gaze.
He smiles at me warmly and says something about getting another drink before he stands and walks over toward me. A tiny jut of his head indicates I’m to follow, which I do silently until we’re alone in his room.
“I have to say, I’m not sure I’m going to miss this place too much,” I say, looking around at the water stains and cramped closet.
“But this is where we made love for the first time,” Olly whines.
“That wasn’t love,” I reply. “I fingered you and fucked you into the mattress.”
Olly pouts playfully. “It was love to me.”
I huff and smile.
“Okay, I’ll admit… it’s a good memory. We made a lot of them here together.”
“Yeah,” Olly sighs, looking around. “I was thinking… want to make one more?”
Oscar
I just lost my third straight round of Catan to George, so I decide it’s time to top up. I hop up and stumble a bit until I regain sensation in my legs, then slide on over to the kitchen.
I’ve just mixed some vodka and Coke — being basic tonight — when Olly shuffles into the kitchen.
“Hey, how’s Catan going?”
I just give him a look as I sip my drink.
“George got you again, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “I swear she has some kind of evil magic. What are you doing out here, anyway? Don’t think I didn’t notice you drag David off to your den of sin a little while ago.”
Olly pushes off the wall he’d been leaning against.
“Actually, I need your help with something,” he says, motioning for me to follow. I take a big gulp of my concoction and leave the glass on the counter. He probably needs me to help move something — we have to be out of here in two days. And then two days after that I’m off to California, baby! Sand, sun and millions of new hotties to pursue. Not that I’ll have time, locked away in some robotics lab dungeon.
I walk in as Olly follows behind, closing the door and muffling the noise of the party in the living room. David is sitting on Olly’s bed, leaning back on his hands. He looks nervous.
My eyes dart back and forth.
“What’s going on? Are you going to kill me or something?”
Olly smirks. “You might die, actually, once you hear our offer.”
Offer? Our offer? Could this possibly be what I’ve craved for almost two years? Fuck me, I’d given up hope that it would ever happen. I mean, I knew they’d brought other people into their bed before but it seemed like they’d decided I was a no. I’d gotten past the hurt a long time ago and moved on. But I never stopped, on some level, wanting a taste of what they have.
“Oscar,” Olly started, “we’d like to offer you a threesome.”
“As a graduation present,” David added. “One-time offer, non-transferable.”
“Though we retain the right to make future offers, should we ever wish,” Olly tacks on.
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. Is this really happening? I clasp my hands behind my back and pinch one arm. Yep, not a dream. This is real.
“What…” I clear my throat. “What would it entail?”
Like I care about the details. Hell, at this point I’d settle for sitting in the corner watching them fuck while a PowerPoint presentation about why I suck plays on the wall behind them.
And the search for chill continues…
“It can be pretty much anything you want,” David said. He very obviously palms his crotch as he speaks.
Anything I want. Anything I want? The list of things I want from them is a mile long!
I’ve spent the past two years — two! years! — listening to them have sex through the thin walls of this shitty student flat. Around half the time I end up joining in, jerking myself off to the sounds of David and Olly ploughing one another like oxen in a field. It’s not the most satisfying orgasm, no; I prefer sticking my dick in something, generally. But in total, they’ve gotten me off more than anyone else.
I want everything. Every possible sex act, from the most vanilla to the most depraved, I want it with them. We used to joke about David being some kind of sex god, but I’m damned near ready to convert and become his most (second most) devout worshipper.
Look, I’m not into either of them romantically. But physically? I’ve been craving sex with David for ages, and I really do miss fucking Olly. We had that magical thing where we could pleasure one another without it becoming a whole complicated thing or damaging our friendship. I get and respect that his situation changed, but you can’t blame me for being nostalgic.
Apparently my mind has been reeling for too long, because Olly pipes up.
“Yeah, I think after all this time, I know your sexual proclivities and we can handle anything you might want.”
Crunch time, Oscar. You somehow walked into a golden fucking ticket. I’ve got one shot at this.
“I want you both to fuck me.”
Olly and David trade grins.
“But, uh. And if you say no to this part then I get it. But um. I want you to fuck me bareback.”
This makes them both raise their eyebrows. Fuck fuck fuck. I hope I didn’t shoot myself in the foot. I start babbling in an effort to convince them.
“I, uh, I’m on PReP, and I can show you the STI panel from the physical I had two weeks ago to send to Stanford. And I haven’t been with anyone since then because of final exams and all the planning to move internationally. So. I’m clean. And I’m assuming you two are as well.”
Olly and David are clearly having a silent conversation, the kind long-term couples can have with minute looks.
“I think I’m more surprised that you want to bottom for us,” Olly says. “I know you’re most often a top.”
It’s a fair point.
“Look,” I explain. “I’ve heard for two years — through these thin walls and at breakfast post-mortems after — how incredible David’s cock is. Olly, I need to know what it’s like.”
David is blushing, bless, but Olly forms an evil grin.
“Truly you’ll never find another like it, Oscar,” he says. “Are you sure you want to take the plunge? Or, well, let David take the plunge on you?”
I take a deep breath and nod.
“And why do you want to be our little cum dump, Oscar?” David asks.
I take in a deep breath. “You’re giving me one shot at this. And I intend to make use of every last drop. Literally.”
Don’t think I didn’t see David bite his lip slightly. I knew he wanted me.
Olly
I’m glad Oscar is down for this. The truth is I kind of missed this part of our relationship. I don’t mean that romantically, just… we had a good thing going. I don’t regret breaking things off when I got together with David, of course. But I still care a lot about Oscar, and I know he wanted this for a long time.
And honestly I’m trying to put off the fact that I don’t know when I’ll see him again, since he’s off to California. What if he stays there? Eight time zones away… God, graduating has turned me into the biggest sap.
But that’s not the sticky substance I want to feel right now.
I grab Oscar’s hand and pull him over to the bed, sitting him down between David and me. He’s uncharacteristically nervous, so I pull him in for a kiss. He’s stiff at first, not in a good way, but soon I can feel him relaxing a little. Then I pull back and angle his head toward David, who takes over more aggressively, plunging his tongue quickly into Oscar’s mouth. I’m already chubbing up watching my boyfriend give Oscar what he wants. Tonight is going to make a great entry in that group sex scrapbook we can never let anyone else see.
As David snogs Oscar, I unbutton his shirt and pull it open, then begin flicking his nipple with my tongue. I place one hand on his stomach, feeling it quiver and flex as David and I work him over.
David breaks away from Oscar’s lips, now puffy and red, and gums his way down Oscar’s jaw and throat. Oscar and I both watch excitedly as David shifts to his knees on the floor as he licks his way down Oscar’s mostly hairless chest and stomach. Then David looks up through his eyelashes at us. Oscar glances over at me and I nod, which he passes on to David. Smirking, David unbuttons his trousers. Oscar lifts his hips and in one sudden motion David has shucked him of his clothes.
Oscar’s long, slim, slightly curved dick springs forth. God, I can already smell his pre-come, which is making me leak even more.
“You have a pretty cock, Oscar,” David says before he suddenly puts his mouth around Oscar’s bulbous head and sinks down.
Whatever response Oscar may have been planning was lost to babbling as David quickly deep-throated him. I feel a twinge of pride — after all, I taught him how to do that well — and then I let the lust take over. One of my hands settles in Oscar’s hair, tugging it slightly and forcing him to expose his throat. The other massages the area between his belly button and the root of his cock, Oscar’s coarse pubic hair rubbing against my silky palm.
Oscar is already whimpering. He may not last too long.
The first round.
Wanting to get a little more out of this session, I use one hand to pull David off Oscar with a gentle, wet pop.
“David, eat him out. Osc, while he does that, we’re going to 69.”
Both their eyes twinkle as I take control of the situation, and then they move to comply.
Oscar slings his legs over David’s shoulder. Now with access to Oscar’s tight, pink hole, David leans in and starts licking. Oscar is emitting a series of low yelps; I think he likes it. After I watch David lap at his arse for a bit, I get up, shed my clothes and clamber carefully on top of Oscar. I position my face right over his cock, where I have a good view of the top of David’s head, while my own leaking dick dangles over Oscar’s face.
I take him in my mouth and suck. Against my tongue, his cock feels as hard as steel, and I can see his balls starting to firm up already. Normally I might tease Oscar about how quickly he’s approaching the edge, but I know from experience he’s no two-pump chump, so I’m comfortable that it’s just the exuberance of finally getting his wish.
He’s licking and sucking me as well, but I can tell Oscar is distracted. It’s actually okay; I don’t want to come yet, I just want him to, so as to take the edge off. Then the real fun can begin.
Cold air hits my dick as he drops his head onto the mattress.
“I’m close, fuck,” he moans.
David only growls and shoves his head deeper into Oscar’s cleft. I also double down, taking more and more of Oscar into my mouth until my chin is pressing against the patch of hair at his base. I pull off, take one more deep breath and then plunge down again until I feel Oscar shaking beneath me. His cock pulses in my mouth, flooding it with his salty come. My eyes water a bit but I can still see David laving over Oscar’s hole as he comes. Oscar is shouting incoherently, but only for a bit.
I wonder if everyone in the living room heard it. I wonder if any of them were the least bit shocked.
David
I enjoyed feeling Oscar throb around my tongue as he fed my boyfriend his sperm. He’s got a very nice little hole, and knowing that he’s mostly a top and that I’ll be fucking him later… it’s a big turn-on.
It’s funny… early on I thought of Oscar as a kind of threat. I didn’t understand then how Olly could have casual sex with a friend and still be loyal to me. I’m really glad that I came to understand and embrace how Olly thinks and lives, and my life is so much more wonderful because of it.
Olly takes all of his seed until Oscar stops squirming, and then he slowly lets his cock fall from his mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, standing and adjusting myself. I still have my clothes on, so I step out of Olly’s room and into the loo, where I grab my toothbrush and give my mouth a quick scrub.
On my way back, I could swear I hear Ava say something about “gagging for it for two years,” but I’m not 100 percent sure she’s talking about us. Oh, who am I kidding. Honestly we’re lucky they weren’t all standing there with their ears pressed against the door Scooby Doo-style when I opened it.
I walk back in to find Oscar now lying down the centre of Olly’s double bed, with Olly on his side, one leg draped over Oscar’s legs. Olly has his head propped on one bent hand and they’re laughing about something.
“Want to do a little cuddling before round two?” Olly asks, sweeping one hand on the empty side of the bed.
I grin and unbutton my shirt before tossing it onto Olly’s desk. Then I undo my belt and push my trousers down. Oscar’s hungry stare doesn’t escape my notice.
“Oh fuck,” he moans when I’m upright and my cock juts out. “I mean, Olly showed me a couple of pictures, but oh fuck, they did not do that monster justice!”
It’s always flattering when someone likes my dick. I manoeuvre myself to lie against Oscar’s other side, the three of us forming a tight little huddle, sharing warmth in the draughty room. My hard dick is pressing against Oscar’s leg, and I notice he’s getting the same from Olly on the other side. Nice symmetry.
“It was nice to finally meet your own dick,” I say. “It’s just as pretty in person as in the snaps Olly has shown me.”
I’m idly playing with one of Oscar’s nipples.
“Thanks for letting us sext a little,” Oscar says. He sounds genuinely grateful.
“Honestly, David should be thanking you,” Olly says. “The number of times he’s come home and I’ve jumped him there in the foyer because your dick pics have made me so randy…”
I chuckle. “Because it takes so much to make you randy,” I tease. “I think you once got turned on by the guy on the paper towel wrapper.”
Olly whines. “But he was so buff, though!”
The three of us laugh and then just settle into a comfortable silence as we lay pressed together. Eventually I press my closed lips against Oscar’s shoulder and watch as Olly does the same. Our eyes are locked as we gently lick at his supple skin. We move our way toward the centre until our lips meet over Oscar’s chest. We make out a bit, hands roving over one another, until I go to steady myself and accidentally land on Oscar’s hard dick.
“Looks like he’s ready to go again,” I say.
Thankfully, bossy Olly takes over again.
He directs me to lie propped against the wall and for Oscar to kneel before me and blow me. Then Olly gets into position behind Oscar and grabs the lube.
Oscar
I’m finally eye to eye with the dick I’ve craved for years, and it does not disappoint. It’s big, imposingly big, but my mouth is watering regardless of my anxiety about how I’m going to fit that monster into my bum. (But hey… anything Olly can do, I can do better.)
“It’s not going to suck itself,” David smirks. If I weren’t down so bad right now I’d be annoyed at his arrogance. But then, it’s pretty rightly deserved.
I lean down and take a tentative lick of his head, which is leaking copious amounts of pre-come. The taste of David flashes across my senses, alkaline and musky and fucking fuck, I want to spread that on toast and eat it for breakfast every morning.
Speaking of spreading, Olly is finally pulling apart my cheeks and I feel his finger probing my hole. It’s slick and wet, so he must have deployed the lube while I was busy tasting his boyfriend. And it’s warm; that’s sweet.
“Mmm, so wet already from David,” Olly says as he casually runs one finger around my rim, making me see sparks.
I just hum around David’s cock and sink lower. Olly breaches me with his index finger, quickly pushing in one knuckle, then two, and then his finger is fully buried. I flex my muscles down there — do your Kegels, people! — and Olly responds by slapping my arse playfully.
He adds another finger and scissors me for a while. Needing a bit of a breather, I pull off of David’s dick and begin licking and sucking his balls. They’re pretty big, hefty… full. My brain fritzes slightly when I think about those things draining into me later. Christ, I need David’s come.
Eventually Olly adds a third finger and pokes my prostate a few times, making me gasp.
“Just get in me, already,” I yelp.
“Bossy bottom, huh?” David says, running one hand along my jaw. I look up at him daintily and bite back the urge to moan the word “daddy.”
I take David’s head into my mouth and focus on the sensitive ridges and slit while Olly slathers himself up. And then he’s entering me. The feeling is so much. I push through the pain and discomfort that I know is only temporary, although I let David’s cock fall from my mouth. I lean forward a bit and press my forehead against his impressive, hair-dusted abs. I’d love to look like this someday, but I’m still a smooth twink with near-zero body fat. Hopefully California beefs me up.
The Golden State flies out of my mind when I feel Olly fully seated against me, our balls bonking together where they hung low between us. I’m gasping against David’s abs, moisture from my hot breath flowing over his muscles.
Olly has fucked me before, and vice versa. But we’ve always worn condoms. This is new territory, for sure, and it’s heady and exciting and frightening all at once. To think there’s nothing in between his dick and my inner walls… I can feel myself leaking and salivating.
I press back against Olly, and he gets the hint. He slides most of the way out, then back in tentatively. When I don’t protest, Olly begins picking up speed and I steady myself before sinking my lips back down David’s cock.
He’s running one hand through my hair, grabbing and pulling ever so slightly and driving me fucking wild. David pushes me down deeper on his cock as Olly well and truly rails me from behind.
We continue on like this for a few minutes until I hear David speak.
“Fuck, Oll, you look so hot fucking your friend.”
“Yeah?” Olly — Oll, though I know that’s not a nickname I could ever use — replies, his voice sounding wrecked. “I wonder what you’d look like fucking Cookie.”
“Oh my god,” David laughs. “Liss would love that.”
Olly chuckles as well, and then returns to the same vigorous thrusting as before.
As I suck David, I work on milking Olly, squeezing tight around him when he’s balls deep and letting go as he withdraws.
“Someone’s a little come-slut today, huh?” Olly says. “He’s trying to make me come.”
“Well, go on then,” David encourages him. “I’d like to sample the goods, too.”
“I’m close,” Olly says. “Osc, where do you want it?”
I pull off David’s cock with a wet slurp.
“Inside me.”
David’s eyebrows shoot up as he makes eye contact with Olly, who I assume is similarly surprised. Hey, I’m making the most of this experience.
Olly thrusts for another half-minute or so until his pace starts sputtering. He grabs my hips and plasters his chest across my back as I feel him still and pulse inside me. His come flows forth, filling my guts, and fuck if this isn’t hot. I moan around David’s cock and sink most of the way down as Olly continues through his orgasm inside me.
“Fuck, Olly, so hot, love watching you fill you friend, god,” David’s moaning as he tugs at my hair.
Thankfully, my limbs hold up, since Olly is basically a giant puddle of gasping jelly on top of me. I can feel his hot breath against my shoulder, and then I feel him planting little kisses on my back.
David
Olly, slick with perspiration, lies across Oscar’s back as he suckles at my cock. Watching him blow his load inside Oscar was shockingly sexy, and it took a lot of effort not to come then and there. Thankfully, at this point Oscar is mostly just holding my dick on his tongue, keeping it nice and warm.
Eventually, Olly regains his breath and rights himself. He raises his eyebrows like a question, and I grin back at him to reiterate how turned on I was by that display. We’ve never done bareback with anyone else before — but we’ve never had sex with anyone we know well and trust before either. It would be hard to make this a regular thing, but I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again someday.
Here I am, thinking about a second time when I haven’t even come yet. Time to even the score.
Olly pulls out of Oscar, making that adorable hissing noise at the oversensitivity. Oscar pulls off my dick and wipes his mouth, but before I can say anything, Oscar grabs the lube and coats my dick in the liquid. Then he scrambles up and crouches over me.
“Is this okay?” he asks, lining himself up over my dick.
Oh, he wants to ride me. Yum.
I nod and he just sinks down. Even though Olly just fucked him, I know my cock will stretch him even further. Fortunately, Oscar seems to know this as well, as he goes slow and I can see him fighting back a small grimace. I make gentle cooing noises and run my hands up and down his sides to soothe him.
“Oh fuck,” I hear Olly say. “Look at your cock split Oscar open like a fucking log.”
I feel Olly moving around and suddenly there’s wet warmth on my balls. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Olly’s sucking my balls while Oscar sinks down my cock. This is so much stimulation.
As I get deeper, I meet a new and unfamiliar sensation. A new layer of slickness and warmth. I’m about to question it when I realise.
It’s Olly’s come. I’m going to use my boyfriend’s essence as lube to fuck his best friend while he watches. My dick somehow grows harder at the revelation that Olly’s ejaculate is coating my own dick deep inside Oscar. My life is fucking awesome.
Oscar finally seats himself and shudders. I run one thumb over his sharp jawline and watch his eyes flutter. Olly lets my bull testicles fall out of his mouth and then I feel something strange, though I can’t quite place it.
“Oh fuck fuck!” Oscar yelps.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Oscar’s voice is strained. “He’s… fuck… Olly’s licking us both.”
Oh my god. I love my dirty, dirty, boyfriend and his incredible mouth. This is definitely a first. It feels nice enough for me, but it’s clearly paying dividends for Oscar, who is trembling as his sensitive hole is stretched to its limit by my monster cock and further stimulated by Olly’s devil tongue.
After a minute Olly stops licking and moves up to sit beside me. He leans over and kisses me — I honestly don’t care that he just had his mouth on the place where my dick disappears inside Oscar.
And then Oscar lifts himself up and sinks back down.
“So tight, god,” I moan. As he fucks my cock, up and down rhythmically, Oscar’s red, leaking dick slaps against my stomach over and over. “How can you be so tight after Olly just fucked you?”
“It’s not that he’s tight, baby,” Olly says as he runs his fingers across my chest and nipple. “You’re just huge.”
Oscar nods as he bounces on my dick. “Biggest I ever had,” he moans.
Pretty much everyone says that, and I know it’s basic of me, but it always makes me preen. Look, having a monster cock is just as often a curse as it is a blessing, so when someone likes it, I lean in.
“Even bigger than Bailey,” Oscar moans.
“What?!” Olly cries out. “When did you fuck Bailey?”
I clear my throat. “Can you two discuss mutual conquests later? I’ve got topping to do.”
Olly giggles and Oscar — well, I’m not sure if he’s rolling his eyes in jest or from pleasure, but either way, he’s very hot. Then Oscar sinks all the way down and stops, looking me in the eye.
“David,” he says. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast. I want the full David Nelson experience.”
I raise my eyebrows. I’m pretty sure I can hear Olly whisper “fuck” beside me.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “Take me. Show me what Olly’s been bragging about. Make me come on your cock, please!”
Oscar
I’m not really into begging, but tonight I can’t stop myself. I feel like if I don’t get this, I’ll die.
Seriously, if I had the nuclear launch codes and David asked for them right now, I’d blab immediately.
But he doesn’t ask for the launch codes. Instead, he places one hand on the small of my back and flips us both over, never even pulling out. The wind is knocked out of me for a moment, which is good, because I think it stopped me from coming there and then. I’m starting to see what Olly means when he talks about how sexy it is to get manhandled in bed.
David adjusts our positioning for a minute, checks that I’m okay and then…
And then.
The force and fury of this middle-aged guy fucking me is like no other. I didn’t know it was possible to feel these things. Like every inch of my skin is on fire. I’ve had some great sex in my time, but this is shifting the paradigm. I can already tell my life will be split into two periods: BD (before David) and AD (after David). No wonder Olly went completely in on him, Jesus Christ.
David is pistoning away into my arse, my ears filled with flesh slapping and the squelching of lube — and probably Olly’s come, I realize, and fuck being used as sloppy seconds is so hot.
New kink unlocked!
As David pounds away, he licks and sucks at my ear and neck, growling lowly. Oh, this is a man fucking me! I mean, not to get into a feminist debate while I’m getting fucked harder than the NHS under a Tory government, but this is what being fucked by a man feels like. I want to get fucked like this and I want to fuck like this. What a conundrum.
When I feel licking and sucking on the other side of my head, I turn my eyes and see Olly having a go at me as well. Not only is he worshipping me with his mouth, but he’s gone fully hard again and is stroking his cock in tune with David’s thrusting. I lose vision of these two stunning guys having sex with me briefly as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
All those years of study and hard work… forget my diploma, uni was worth it for this experience. Now I can die happy.
Olly
Watching David plunge balls deep into Oscar over and over again is so fucking hot. I dumped a load into my friend like ten minutes ago, and I’m already on the verge of coming again. Been a while since my orgasms were quite so close together. But this is too hot to handle.
As I approach the edge, my inhibitions drop and my mouth moves of its own accord.
“Fuck, David, you’re so hot fucking Oscar. Oh god, yeah, take it Oscar, take my boyfriend’s horse cock. Doesn’t it feel good? He’s so close to filling you with his seed, fuck, fuck!”
The image of David’s come flooding Oscar’s insides is what does me in. I’m groaning uncontrollably, spurting fresh ropes over onto Oscar’s stomach, which is clenching hard.
David
Olly just came a second time onto Oscar, and seeing his viscous white spend coating his belly reminds me that Olly’s come is also smearing all over my own cock right now as I fuck Oscar.
I think about how this is a new kind of intimacy between the two of us, something unusual and unique, and my hips begin to stutter. I thrust once, again, and then plunge as deep as I can before blasting everything I have into this beautiful twink, Oscar, who’d been waiting for this for two years. I think briefly about that first time he propositioned me, how offput I was. How funny that I’m here years later letting him have everything he wants, and getting something so beautiful and unexpected out of it as well.
Oscar
David is bellowing as he comes deep inside me, his sperm flooding me. I can feel his warm juices flowing through my intestines, mixing with whatever’s left of Olly’s. Holy shit, this is hot.
Breed me, daddy, breed me! Thank fuck I only thought that, didn’t say it. Olly would never let me live it down. And if I have a brief thought about wanting to bear David’s children, no one needs to know about that.
Feeling David unload in me just, just barely, gets me that last step. As his pulsing cock stretches my rim, I teeter, almost perfectly balanced on a knife’s edge, having been precisely walked up to the line of orgasm but not pushed over. Instead, the sensation builds slowly within me, like watching an oncoming train. It seems far away, far away, far away, until all of a sudden the size begins increasing exponentially and it’s too late to outrun it. All I can do is lie there as I come apart at the seams while my orgasm overtakes me, slowly and inevitably.
I’m erupting come onto my chest and stomach. What a load, a record, even despite being my second of the night. I mewl and claw at David as he roars into my shoulder. On my other side, Olly is whispering into my ear. I don’t know what, that part of my brain is offline, but it sounds sexy until he stops talking and just starts licking the sweat from the hair tucked behind my earlobe.
Somewhere in the distance, muffled by the walls, I hear clapping and cheering.
David pulls out, and the loss is staggering, but I’m distracted from the empty feeling when he shuffles down and begins licking the come off me. Mine and Olly’s are mixed together, and he takes it all on his tongue, muttering something about “my boys” as he gathers it. When I’m finally (sort of) clean, David brings his mouth to mine and we kiss. His tongue presses into mine and the mass of warm, salty come is transferred into my mouth. I swallow, and he smiles.
The three of us finally collapse into a sweaty, sticky, slippery mass, heaving for oxygen.
For a couple of minutes, we all lay there, trying to get our faculties back.
Having apparently recovered a bit, David leans over and snogs Olly. Then they break apart and both look at me.
“So?” David asks. “What did you think?”
My brain is jelly, that’s what I think. My eyes rove around unfocused as I try to find the words. But apparently they get the gist, because both of them laugh and pet me gently.
“Hey, Oscar,” Olly asks, sounding pretty bashful for someone who just inseminated me and then blasted again on my stomach. “We’ve never. You know. Come in the same person like that before. Can we… take a look?”
I respond by pulling my legs up and hugging them against my torso. Olly and David look down at my hole, which I’m sure is red and puffy, but they both seem to like it. I push a little, and I think it works because I feel something slimy and they both gasp.
“That’s us, Oll,” David says, thumbing my hole, and fuck that feels nice. “That’s you and me mixed together in there.”
“God, I love you,” Olly says.
I think they’re about to kiss in front of my exposed hole when the door swings open.
Woof. Probably should have locked that. Chalk it up to horny brain.
It’s Bailey, carrying three bottles of Gatorade and three packets of those cheese-and-nut things he likes to eat after a workout.
David, Olly and I are all naked, and I’m on my back with my legs in the air and their combined come seeping out of my hole, but Bailey doesn’t even blink. All of us are frozen like deer in headlights.
“Hey guys, congratulations and we thought you might like some recovery snacks.” He dumps the goods onto the bed. “Also, uh, I’ll find the Febreze.”
He turns and walks out. Before he closes the door, he turns and looks right at me.
“Osc. Nice seeing your pretty hole again.”
And then he’s gone.
I let my legs flop down, ignoring the burning sensation in my aching muscles. I actually really could use a Gatorade right now.
“Okay, you have to tell me when you fucked Bailey!” Olly yelps.
“Yeah, I’m curious too,” David adds as he rips open one of the cheese-and-nut packs. “Especially about his dick. Is it thick? I imagine it’s like a soda can. And his arse — super hairy?”
“Oh my fucking goooooddd,” I moan, turning my face into the pillow. “It was one time and he was beyond desperate to fuck something, anything.”
Olly grins at me evilly. “Jesus, Osc. You fed him the ‘a hole is a hole’ line, didn’t you? And it fucking worked?”
I chuckle at the absurdity of it all, and Olly and David follow.
“Well, a hole may be a hole,” I add when I’ve recovered. “But not all dicks are made the same.”
Olly smiles and looks at David. “Yeah. I guess you could say I learned that… the hard way.”
I shake with silent laughter as David groans into his hand.
“Stop punning and let me eat my post-coital cheese,” David says, popping a couple of cubes into his mouth. “You know, I have to say,” he added while chewing — gross — “‘Gen Z straight’ is way, way more flexible than ‘millennial straight.’”
“Or in your case, ‘Gen X straight,’” I pop off without thinking.
I’m rewarded with a cube of colby jack to my nose, but it bounces off harmlessly as Olly giggles.
David sighs. “Don’t start — I cannot handle two little shits in my life.”
The three of us snack and chat and cuddle for a good half-hour afterward, the perfect cap to this experience. We’d have kept going except Ava knocked on the door and told us to “put your sausages away and come have some of this pepperoni pizza.”
As we get dressed — how did my pants end up over there? — I worry that I’m about to feel bad, morose over this incredible sexual experience ending.
I watch David and Olly get on trousers and shirts, and then they find one another. Little touches, meaningful glances, secret communication; they’re in perfect sync. And I’m not sad it’s over. I’m glad I got to experience that, even tangentially, for an hour. Now I know what to look for in another person. Who I want to be, and be with.
Truly, this was a life-changing experience and I’m so grateful to Olly and David for sharing it.
Speaking of changes, I tell them I’ll be right out for pizza and then pop into my bedroom. I need a fresh pair of underwear because I can feel one or both of them leaking out of me.