“This slutty hole wants two cocks, doesn’t it?” Deacon asks, continuing to play with him. With both of us. His fingers are turned downward, and I feel every stroke of them on my slowly thrusting cock.
“Yes, please, I can take it, I promise,” Evan pleads.
“Are you sure?” I say, but this time, I’m asking Deacon.
“Oh, we’ll fit,” he assures me. “In this greedy ass? We’ll definitely fit.” Deacon’s weight shifts. I spread my legs, letting him between them, my knees bending to tilt Evan slightly more toward me. Deacon puts extreme pressure on my dick with his fingers, and I groan, my balls thudding dangerously.
Then the pressure diffuses, and my cock is suffocated as Deacon slides his own into Evan’s hole. Evan shouts as his ass swallows us up. The agony is delicious. A cold sweat breaks outon my body as Deacon lets us adjust to the new, mind blowing state of things.
Evan’s mouth crashes onto mine, surprising me. His kiss is frantic. His groans constant and lower than anything I’ve ever heard come out of him. It’s beyond intense. If it’s almost unbearable for me…
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, fuck me,” he says before kissing me again and stretching back to take more of us.
Deacon gets a grip on Evan, drawing his cock back slowly, and I do my best to stay still while I figure out what the fuck is happening. I’m feeling way too much, and I’m either about to come or go completely soft.
To keep that from happening, I curl my tailbone, using my core, to move with Deacon.That—oh shit that right there—God, that’s fucking magical. Evan gasps and buries his face against my neck as Deacon speeds up. “That’s it baby,” I encourage him, barely able to breathe. “You feel so fucking good. You both feel…so fuckinggood.Umpfh.”
I cradle his head with one hand and wrap my other around Deacon’s wrist. His eyes meet mine and seem to lock in. I can’t look away. It’s like a conversation is happening between us, and it feels like an important one.
Questions are being asked and answered. Validation is offered and accepted. Adoration flows freely, at least from my end, and I think he sees it.
“Check in, Evan,” I manage to say as endorphins flood my system. They’re the kind I wish I could bottle up and drink every day. They feel like a superpower.
“Just fuck me,” he says like we haven’t even gotten started yet. I turn to kiss his neck where I feel the thrum of his pulse and his sweat-slicked skin. We’re assholes for making him keep this sweater on.
I sink into the rhythm we’re creating, my own balls tensing and poised to explode. I can’t believe this is working. I can’t believe I get to have this.
How can any of us want anything else whenthisis possible?
Deacon braces his hands on either side of me and bends over Evan, fucking us both into the pillows. The headboard bangs against the wall. It’s all I can do to take it. I try to fuck them, but Deacon is overpowering––his cock, his lust, the cage his body has created, containing the three of us. The head of his cock bumps back and forth over the sensitive underside of my crown. I’ve never felt this close to anyone, much less two people. I can’t imagine anything physically closer than this.
Needing them both so much it literally hurts, I lift my head. Deacon lowers his, and our mouths collide in a kiss. My orgasm barrels forward, zipping up my legs and bursting from the base of my spine. I drive deep inside Evan half a second before my dick erupts. “Fuck…fuuuccckk….”
Deacon helps me ride it out, stroking slowly over my cock as I milk myself in the tight, slick space.
“I’m coming, too” Deacon pants. His cock throbs against mine, and he groans, digging his forehead into Evan’s back as he pumps his hips relentlessly. It’s so much stimulation, I can’t process it. My brain flatlines into nothingness as I grasp and kiss at both of them. I’m not sure anything connects. It doesn’t matter that I lose track of where each of us stops and starts. Doesn’t matter whatever words are spilling from my mouth. Doesn’t matter whose hands are on me as an aftershock so strong rolls through me, it feels like I come again.
The next thing I know, the weight is off my chest and Deacon has pulled Evan away from me. We’re both somehow still inside him, that much is insufferably unmistakable, but now Deacon’s got hold of Evan’s cock and is jerking it from its semi-hard state into a full erection.
His hand is on Evan’s throat and Evan is gasping. “Don’t stop…close…don’t stop.”
Fumbling around on the mattress, I find the vibrator, still on, and rest it lightly against Evan’s hairless balls.
He sputters in shock, and cum flies from his tip. It bursts onto my chest until Deacon aims it lower, shooting Evan’s cum onto my sweaty abs. I toss the vibrator as we go still. Deacon and I pant heavily as we watch rope after rope of Evan’s spend paint me.
Evan’s a shouting, whimpering mess down to the last drop. Deacon lets him go and backs out of his ass. Evan collapses on top of me, gasping, his hole fluttering around my cock, still lodged deep inside it.
“Christ,” I whisper, trying to get Evan’s sweater off him.
He’s like a rag doll, though, so the most I manage is to shove it up to his armpits. He’ll have to sit up for me to get the rest. Deacon is already off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
I manually remove my cock from Evan’s hole and roll us onto our sides. His eyes are closed, lips bitten and parted, and he looks completely wrecked in the most beautiful way. I touch his face, wanting a glimpse of those ocean blue eyes.
He doesn’t open them, but he does mumble a question. “Was it good for you?”
I give him my unguarded response. “It felt like a fucking miracle.”
