“I’ll be back inside in a few minutes. I want to call and let James know,” Sam explained and then stared at me for a few moments.
Sam was waiting for me to either give him the okay to do so, or to tell him no. I nodded, and Sam smiled and walked outside with Garrett and Salem, leaving me inside with Josh. I knew James would find out, and I was more than okay with that news coming from Sam than from myself.
I was completely okay with staying at Sam’s with Josh for the next few days, or however long it was going to take. Sleeping between the two of these sexy men wasn’t a chore at all.
15
Josh
It had beenclose to a week of staying in Sam’s house before I started to go a little stir crazy. I missed being out on the waves giving lessons to clients, but I also enjoyed time with Ali and Sam. It was a good trade off.
My attraction to Ali was growing by leaps and bounds. I could also see a conscious effort on her part to not be as snarky with me as she usually was. I discovered that I loved lying next to Ali. She was soft, and I loved the fact that when I snuggled with her, I didn’t feel bones poking out or hard places on her body.
Ali would usually fall asleep on her back with mine and Sam’s hands on her or holding her hand. Often, she’d sleep in his arms, but I’d move toward them. There were times when I’d spoon her too. I loved molding my body around hers and feeling her softness. During the early morning hours, if she was snuggled against me, pre-cum would sometimes seep through the boxer briefs and leave a small damp spot on her panties. A few times that I woke up hard and Ali was sleeping soundly in Sam’s arms, I’d even lie there and slowly stroke myself. I never actually allowed myself to come, though.
As it turned out, Sam had himself a pretty nice home gym. Sam and I were accustomed with working out, but Ali wasn’t. The three of us ended up working out together, and by the time we crawled into bed, Ali was moaning about how sore and achy she was. She was lying facedown on her stomach while Sam was finishing up in the bathroom.
“Oh my God, I am so out of shape,” Ali mumbled. “Working out is stupid. What’s wrong with you dumb boys for suggesting it?” she ranted. I reached over and put my hand on her upper back and rubbed and squeezed her muscles.
“Aw, poor baby! Are your muscles sore from getting a workout?” I teased.
“Oh!” Ali’s body tensed, and then she arched, causing her upper back to push against my hand. I stopped my hand from moving and held it still over the thin white t-shirt Ali wore. “No!” Ali let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t stop rubbing, Josh. Keep rubbing.”
I sat up on my knees and used both of my hands to knead and massage the top of her shoulders. As my thumbs applied more pressure to her shoulder blades, Ali moaned in pleasure.
“Oh my God, Josh. That feels incredible,” she mumbled. With closed eyes, she wore a smile on her face. “Harder, Josh,” she requested.
“Yes, ma’am. I never thought I’d hear you say ‘harder, Josh’ to me,” I said while I laughed. I balled my hands up into fists and used the back of my hands and knuckles to apply more pressure to her upper back. I thought I’d play around and make it sound more sexual. “Do you like that, Ali? Do you like my big, hard fists?”
Neither of us could contain the laughter. While we were laughing, the bed dipped, and I glanced at Sam. He was smiling and shaking his head at us. Sam watched us for a few moments, and then he moved to the foot of the bed. He wrapped both of his hands around one of Ali’s lower legs and began to massage it.
“Oh my God. The two of you are going to kill me tonight.”
“Situate yourself sideways,” Sam suggested.
I stayed where I was, and Sam took hold of her ankles and guided Ali to shift her body so her legs were on his side of the bed. He knelt on the edge of the bed and began to massage one lower leg. I resumed the shoulder massage, only this time, she shifted her pillow so it was positioned in front of my knees.
Fuck yes!
While I rubbed on her and gave her my best massage, Sam was working his hands up her legs. Murmurs and moans depicting pleasure escaped Ali’s mouth. These were sounds I had heard Ali make at home … behind her closed door … when I happened to be walking by. They were erotic sounds that meant nothing other than sheer pleasure. They weren’t sounds that I had ever heard from her at Oxygen during a session. These were sounds that she would only make at home behind a closed door.
I noticed that as Sam’s hands moved higher, Ali’s legs would inch farther apart. I pulled the hem of Ali’s shirt up to her shoulders and leaned over her to let my warm, bare hands work gently on the flesh of her lower back. I knew firsthand how tender and sore lower backs could be, so I made sure the amount of pressure I applied was much gentler than the pressure I put on her upper back. In this position, my hard dick pressed against the top of her head. I was sure she felt it, but she hadn’t drawn any attention to it.
Ali continued to moan, and as Sam moved to kneel between her legs, I could see that he was hard too. As if touching Ali like this wasn’t making me hard enough, watching Sam tenderly rub the inside of her thighs was killing me. My eyes were glued to his hands, and every now and then, the back of his knuckles would graze the crotch of her panties.
My hands moved up and down Ali’s sensitive sides while she moaned. There was no doubt in my mind that my hands were contributing to her pleasure, but Sam was the main reason. He was on his stomach, leaning in and kissing the inside of her thighs. I tried to focus on rubbing her upper back, but also letting my fingertips curl around her side to feel her breasts.
“Oh my God,” Ali mumbled almost inaudibly.
Ali reached her hands out from under the pillow and grasped the side of the boxer briefs that I was wearing.
“I think these are in the way,” Sam announced. I looked at him, and his face was practically against her pussy, and he was tugging on the leg band of her panties. “Should we take these off?”
“Yes, they’re absolutely in the way,” Ali agreed.
Sam pulled her panties off and then went back to the position he had been in. He splayed his hands on her butt cheeks but used his thumbs to tease her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see those details, but whatever he was doing, Ali was loving it. While my fingertips were teasing the side of her breasts, I pushed my hands farther under her until they were filled with her soft flesh. Ali’s hard nipples were in the center of my palms, and I moved my hands back and forth slightly so she’d feel it.
Only one of Sam’s hands remained on her butt; the other had disappeared between her legs and toward the sheet.
