With every inch of his flesh
“What’s it like?” I ask Micah after we’ve gotten settled on the couch. He’s taken off his shirt but left his pants on, and I’m still naked, pressed into his side.
“What’s what like?”
“Being with two people.”
“Fucking awesome.” Micah laughs. “I love Justin. I’ve always loved him. He’s everything, but Keith is like a cherry on top.”
“And he’s a switch?”
“Yeah. He submits to Justin but dominates me.”
“Doesn’t that ever get confusing?”
Maybe it’s because I’m so submissive, but I can’t grasp what it would be like to switch. I don’t know if I’d be able to go back and forth between the two roles because when I submit, I tumble so deep into myself it takes work to come back.
“Not for me.” Micah shrugs. “Maybe for Keith. I think it was at first, before he told us, I mean. Because he wanted both but wasn’t getting both. It just works. I don’t know.”
“And Justin doesn’t mind sharing?”
Micah scoffs. “Justin would give me anything I wanted, but I’d do the same for him. We love Keith the same, just a little differently, so it’s not really sharing. Keith is like, an extension of us. Why do you ask?”
“We’ve talked about it, kind of.” I untangle myself from Micah’s arms and sit cross-legged beside him on the couch. It’s been an hour or so since Raf left us and went back to work, and I’m feeling much more myself. I’ve drank a couple bottles of water, but I haven’t been allowed to clean myself up and Raf’s cum trickles out of my swollen hole.
“Of being with a third?”
“And a fourth, and fifth. But not committed, the way you guys do it.”
“Ohhhh.” Micah smiles at me. “You want to be shared.”
I blush, and I rub my throat with one of my hands. “It sounds really…I don’t know, weird, when you say it that way.”
“What’s a better way to say it? You want to be used? Distributed?” Micah smirks and I’m blushing for sure now.
“That sounds dirty,” I whisper.
“Well it’s not. But we like to pretend it is, don’t we?”
“Do the lines ever blur?”
“Sometimes, but I think the kind of things the two of you do are far beyond what we do.”
“Is it not normal?” I ask. It’s a fear I have. I know it’s something I should talk to Raf about, not Micah, but Micah is an objective third party and less intimidating than Raf can be.
“What’s normal?” Micah shrugs and gives me a friendly smile. “I like to be watched, and I don’t think that’s any more or less normal than being shared.”
“It’s a lot different actually.”
“I think at the core of it, it’s the same. When I think about someone watching those moments, whether it’s between me and Keith, or Justin, or all of us, it’s like I’m showing off. Like, ‘Look at me and look at what I have. What’s mine. And look how hard they make me. Look how good I make them feel.’” Micah is blushing now and he tangles his fingers together in his lap, trying to hide his growing erection. “Wanting to share or be shared is mostly the same, except you want people to see that sentiment with more than their hands.”
He’s right, and I chuckle at the easy way he explains it.
“Like earlier,” he continues, “when I came on your face, it was a way for me to show you, ‘Look how hard my lover makes me. Look at the way I come for him.’”
I swallow, remembering very well what that moment was like for me. Remembering the way Micah’s cock fucked against my face because it had nowhere else to go. The way his fingers pressed into my waist as Keith stretched and fucked him into oblivion.
“I think sharing is just the next step up from that. But from a submissive standpoint, it would be like, ‘Look at how good I am. How good I make my master feel with my mouth, my body.’” Micah palms his erection and adjusts himself. I love how hard he gets talking about this, and while Raf said we couldn’t have sex, I think we can do this.
