Colt looks around. “Alright, we need at least two more showerheads here. I think I can do it if I get a little help from a plumber.”
Joaquin nods. “We’ve been given permission to renovate so we’re comfortable. Trip’s a little nervous about the three of us together, and he just wants to give us the best living situation possible.”
I grin. “I think he learned a lot about acceptance from watching his dad fall in love with Desi. It was hard on him until he saw what their being in love was like. But I disagree with him,” I say, putting my hands on my hips as my two men disrobe in front of me. “I'm not worried about us at all. Isn't that strange? The idea of a relationship used to terrify me, and then you two bullied me into this thing, and I gotta say…I like it.”
“We didnotbully you,” Colt says, grinning as he pulls down my swim trunks. “We co-conspired against you. There’s a difference.”
Joaquin, turning on the water, nods. “Agreed. If we'd bullied you, I would've gotten very bossy with you and demanded it. Instead, we just fucked each other until you got too jealous to deny us.”
I point at the two of them, “Iknewyou did it on purpose. You totally fucked up against that dresser on purpose so I could hear you.”
“Si, mi amor. Did you put your little ear to the wall so you could hear us fucking?”
“Maybe.”
“Then our plan worked,” Joaquin says, grabbing the back of my neck. He pulls me in for a deep mind-melting kiss as his hand comes forward and grabs my junk. “You complaining?”
We shuffle into the shower together, careful of our knees and elbows and sensitive bits. It takes us a moment, but we all fit in and, bonus, the water is already nice and hot.
“Not complaining one bit.”
* * *
After getting moreor less clean in the shower, we towel off and make our way to Joaquin's room. Joaquin catches my eye, and we grin at each other. Those two aren’t the only ones who can co-conspire, and Colt is looking particularly delicious tonight.
He’s still toweling off his hair when he catches our smirking grins. “What?” he asks, looking between the two of us suspiciously.
“I just can't wait to get into your hole,” I answer, licking my lips.
Joaquin raises a shoulder. “Same. Guess you'll have to make room for both of us.”
Colts bites his bottom lip and raises his hands in prayer with his eyes toward the ceiling. “It’s a sacrifice that I, and my ass, are willing to make.”
Joaquin and I make eye contact, then tackle Colt onto the bed, laughing at his high-pitched squeal. We’re a tangle of bodies, the three of us kissing whatever our mouths land on, sucking if it makes something feel good, rubbing our cocks against whatever soft flesh is available to us.
I end up straddling Colt’s face with my cock down his throat, my hands spreading his cheeks while Joaquin dines on his favorite meal. I lean forward and take the tip of Colt’s pale, pretty cock into my mouth. I love the way Colt squirms and moans, intensifying his treatment of my cock. His balls begin to draw up, and I pull off.
Colt slips my dick out of his mouth. “Why did you stop?”
I teabag his forehead, laughing as I look down at his disgruntled face. Waggling my finger at him, I say, “We have so much more we need to do with you. You don't get to come until we've filled you up.”
He moans in protest, then sucks me down again, clearly notthatput out. Joaquin pops his brows, tonguing Colt so deep it brings him close again. I cup Joaquin's cheek, and he pulls back, looking me in the eye. Colt whines, and Joaquin and I exchange fevered glances.
“His hole looks so inviting,” I rumble, then run my tongue from his ball sack all the way back over the furled skin. Joaquin nods and slicks his cock, pushing my tongue out of the way to slip inside. Colt moans at the invasion, and I shift back, quieting him with my cock.
Joaquin teases him, pushing his fat cockhead through the tight circle of muscle, then popping it out again, in and out. When Colt starts to complain around my cock, Joaquin strokes forward, Colt intensifies his sucking, and I have to say a quick prayer to stave off the impending orgasm.
As I get myself together, Joaquin pulls me into a kiss, and I can smell Colt everywhere in his beard. Completely lost in each other, we both thrust into Colt’s holes, taking our pleasure with him. When he begins to stiffen up, we both pull out, merciless.
Choking from my cock, Colt spits out, “You two are masochists. Fucking let me come!”
He’s adorable, all put out like that. God, I love his chubby cheeks and his big belly, and the pout on top of all that is just too much. I shift off to the side and pat his hip. “Flip over, baby.”
Looking over at Joaquin, I ask, “Do you want to be underneath him or on top of him? There’s not a bad seat in the house.”
“I was underneath him before, and you really should experience it,” he says, gesturing to the bed.
Colt slides off to the side, and I lie against the pillows, reveling in the warmth left behind from his body. My cock is aching with need, and Colt’s grin quirks when he sees how stiff and rigid it's become.
