“You’ve got freckles on your balls.”
I really should’ve been fucking this guy in broad daylight.
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles around Joaquin’s cock.
Joaquin taps Colt’s chin. “Lemme see.”
Colt pulls off Joaquin’s cock and rises on his knees, but not before giving the tip of Joaquin’s dick a reverent, tongue-filled kiss. Joaquin hisses, and I pull Colt up against my chest, peering over his shoulder as he takes himself in hand, showing off his pale, freckled sac.
“Beautiful,” Joaquin says, appreciation in his warm voice. He leans in and kisses Colt, palming him. “You’ve even got a few very light ones on your pretty cock.”
Colt blushes at the compliment, and they kiss for a while, seeming to get a little lost in it. I’m a smidge jealous when Joaquin pulls him away from my embrace, but then I lust over Colt’s ass and remember what I’m getting out of the bargain. Slowly, Colt works his way down Joaquin's chest, taking his cock into his mouth once again. He pushes his ass back against me, an invitation.
You don’t hafta ask me twice, my freckled young bear.
Spreading his cheeks, I lube him up, preparing him quickly because I'm impatient as fuck to get inside him. I grab a condom, roll it down my length, slick it up, and nudge at Colt’s entrance, gesturing at Joaquin with my chin. He enjoys seeing the moment of penetration in our lovers’ faces, and I love giving that to him.
“Look at me, Colt,” Joaquin demands gently.
Colt complies, pulling back and tilting his chin up for Joaquin, no doubt captured by his sharp cheekbones and enchanting eyes. I touch Colt’s hips, and just as quickly, he arches his back for me.
Tilting his hips just a bit more with my hands, I slowly, slowly sink into him, watching Joaquin’s eyes darken and his chest rise and fall as Colt’s mouth drops open and his little panting moans work their magic on Joaquin.
I slow my thrusts, enjoying the hold these two have over each other. After a moment, I wrap my arms around Colt, pulling him back up against my chest, impaling him even deeper. I glance down at Colt’s dripping, quivering cock and then pointedly stare at Joaquin. Blinking, dazed, Joaquin follows my line of sight and finally comes back to the present.
“Hold your cock steady for me,” Joaquin whispers, kissing Colt’s cherubic face. Colt does as asked, and Joaquin guides the tip of his uncut cock to Colt’s.
Colt seems unsure. “Um…”
Joaquin smirks, and I know what Colt is about to experience, so I tighten my grip on him.
Joaquin drips lube over their cocks, then slips his foreskin over Colt’s head. Inhaling noisily, Colt jerks back, surprised. I punch my hips forward, pushing into him as I force his hips forward. “Do you not like it?”
He sags back against me, the back of his head on my shoulder, his voice shivery. “Fuck, no. I love it. I've just never done it before.”
Joaquin grins and slips his foreskin over Colt’s cockhead again and begins stroking. Colt snakes his hands behind my neck, anchoring himself to me as if needing support to withstand the pleasure.
His grip tightens as he rolls his hips, losing his mind and his voice to Joaquin’s slow, steady pressure and the revelatory slip of skin over cock. It doesn't take long for Joaquin and me to sync up, drowning Colt in ecstasy, the weight of his body pressing against me. I palm his belly with both hands, stroking his skin as I thrust harder.
I kiss his neck, knowing how sensitive he is. He shudders, his muscles going stiff on a high-pitched yelp, then loosening into a shaky mess as a monster orgasm rips through him.
Joaquin tightens his grip on his foreskin as Colt’s cum fills it. Colt squeezes around me so tight that I start to go over as well, wishing I could breed him like the good boy he is.
His moans intensify my orgasm, and I grunt up into him a few more times. I don't even know how Joaquin is holding it together. He and I like to dock as well, but now there’s a possessive arch to Joaquin's eyebrow as he observes the two of us writhing against each other.
Finally, Colt stops bucking against me, but I stay lodged inside him, reveling in his heat. Joaquin pulls back, grasping the tip of his bulging foreskin tight as he sends Colt a look. No words are necessary.
Colt leans forward, my spent cock still inside of him as he carefully handles the transfer, pinching Joaquin's foreskin together until he can guide it into his mouth. The sounds of him sipping his own cum from Joaquin’s cock are enough to make my cock twitch all over again.
Joaquin gasps when Colt sinks down on his length. Within seconds, Spanish curses and endearments fall from his mouth, his hips twitching, begging to piston.
Colt looks up, arching his brow at Joaquin, who needs no further invitation. He grabs Colt's head, fucking up into his mouth, groaning in appreciation when Colt readily keeps up with him. I’d forgotten for a moment what a good cock sucker he is.
With a hoarse shout, Joaquin thrusts violently, gagging Colt as he comes. He tries to pull away, but Colt chases him, slurping up as much of his cum as he possibly can.
There’s a perfect moment where we’ve all just come, and we’re looking at each other in shock.
“Fuck, y’all are addictive,” Colt says, laughing.
