Colt freezes then steps away from us. Rubbing his face with both hands, he asks, half-joking, “Did I just accidentally walk onto a porn set?”
Joaquin’s laugh is rich and deep, and Colt’s eyes widen at the sound. “No, Colt. We’re just blowing off steam, and we’d feel awfully lucky if you’d join us.”
“Very, very lucky,” I confirm, grinning at him.
Looking a little dazed, Colt lets out a long breath. Joaquin and I each nuzzle up under his neck, kissing him and rubbing his belly.
“Fuck it,” he spits out. “Why not?”
Joaquin grins and slowly pulls Colt’s shirt over his head, gentling him with practiced hands, stroking his furry belly, kissing him softly on the mouth for the first time.
Colt whimpers under Joaquin's touch, and he leans into the kiss. I know the wonder and discovery they’re feeling right now because, as lovers, I’ve never had better than these two. It’s fascinating to see them together like this, two wildly different streams converging into a river.
Joaquin's nimble fingers quickly push down the rest of Colt’s clothing. After a moment, Colts draws back from the kissing to look down on his nearly naked body, his shirt flung over a potted plant and his jeans and underwear down around his ankles.
“How did that happen?”
Joaquin shrugs. “Just talented, I guess.”
He then pulls Colt into the living area, sitting on the coffee table as he gestures for Colt to sit on the couch. Colt shuffles over and sits on our couch across from Joaquin, who pats the table between his thighs.
Colt, still somewhat hampered by the jeans around his ankles, awkwardly angles his foot where it’s been directed, and Joaquin removes his boot with a slow, fluid movement. He repeats the action with the other foot, letting Colt’s jeans and boxer briefs slide right off. Soon enough, Colt is stark naked down to his toes.
I playfully hip-check Joaquin out of the way becausefuck—Colt and I are usually in a bed in a dark room, some level of drunk, but I’ve never appreciated him sober in the light. I push out his knees so I can get the full effect of him. My eyes immediately track to his thick, pale cock, resting on his balls, just beginning to harden, framed by strong thighs and a dense bush of darker hair.
His freckles are gorgeous, and the way the brownish ginger-blond fur on his chest and belly catches the light makes my mouth water. I wanna run my fingers through it, make it my home. He's such a cuddly bear of a guy, and everything about him makes me want to get skin to skin with him and just revel in all that he is.
And that's exactly what we do. Joaquin and I take our fill of him visually, then sit on either side of him and battle for domination of his lips while sucking on his nipples, rubbing his belly, squeezing his ass.
Colt, usually so responsive, goes stiff under our touch.
Joaquin is the first to notice and taps Colt under the chin. “Are we too much? Are we doing something wrong?”
Colt crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh, no. I, uh…I haven't had a shower all day.”
Joaquin and I grin at each other across his chest before pushing our noses against his armpits, inhaling deeply, both there and then up and down his neck. He’s a hygienic guy, and he wears deodorant, so the smell of him after a long day is…
“Ayyy Diosss mioooo,” Joaquin groans, and I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Colt laughs, squirming away from us. “Weirdos!”
I nip at his chin and smile broadly. “So what I'm hearing you say is that you need us to get you wet and lathered up. I have no problem with this.”
“Neither do I,” Joaquin growls, still inhaling lungful after lungful of Colt’s intoxicating scent.
Colt runs a hand through his hair, smiling softly to himself. “Well, shit. If you two wanna get me naked and wet, I’m not gonna complain.”
Joaquin and I hop up, dragging him from the couch to the downstairs bathroom. I get the water started, and Joaquin grabs the towels. The two of us shuffle Colt into the tub, making sure the showerhead is trained on him. The water flows down the rounded curves of his belly, ass, and thighs, and it is a glorious sight to behold.
Joaquin takes care of the soap, and I take care of the shampoo, having him bend slightly so I can reach his head. That seems to give Joaquin the angle he needs, and it's fun to see and feel the way Colt shivers every time Joaquin does a more thorough pass of his undercarriage.
It doesn't take long for us to get Colt spick-and-span clean, and we soap up as well. After drying him and then ourselves, we lead him back to the living room. Joaquin whispers directions in my ear, and I nod. He knows how desperate I am to get into Colt’s plump ass, so he stands at the end of the couch so Colt can blow him while I take him from behind.
Colt, knowing exactly what to do, kneels on the couch, leaning forward to support himself on the arm. Joaquin steps forward, and Colt opens his talented mouth, devouring Joaquin’s cock as I settle into place.
“Madre de Dios,” Joaquin curses under his breath, grabbing Colt’s head to deepen his thrust.
I smack his freckled ass, loving the bounce, and…what the fuck?
