A hand shoved past the waistband of my underwear, a single finger trailing down the crack of my ass. I moaned, arching back, desperate to feel that finger against my hole. I had no clue who it belonged to, didn't care. It had to be Max, because Tony's fingers were still threaded in my hair, forcing me to take Max's entire length into the back of my throat as Max kept teasing me, never giving me the pressure I craved.
Max started bucking into my mouth, his finger finally pressing against my entrance. Curses filled the room as his cock thickened, and I felt his muscles go taut beneath me. He teased my ass, only entering me up to his first knuckle, but it was enough to have me writhing, moaning, ready to come in my pants.
Tony's grip on my hair never eased, but he quit pushing, allowing Max complete control. With a shout, Max came, the first spurt of cum salty and slightly bitter on my tongue, but far from unpleasant. I sucked harder, drinking him down until finally he pushed my head to his lap.
"His mouth is amazing," Max told Tony. His breathing was ragged, his words clipped as he struggled to catch his breath. I ran a hand up the length of his chest, feeling the furious tattoo of his heart now that he'd come. "You've seriously never fucked around together? Not even as teens experimenting?"
"Hell no," Tony replied without hesitation. For a moment, my heart sank, convinced this was something he was only going along with to satisfy Max's fantasy. Then, he added, "It was weird enough jerking one out in our house. Maybe if our Papa hadn't been so old-fashioned, we wouldn't have worried he'd walk in on us the second we whipped out our dicks."
"That's a damn shame. You've been missing out," Max told him. With one hand still shoved down my pants, Max slid the other down my face, gently guiding me upright. "You want to show him what an amazing cocksucker you are?"
I nodded, not sure I'd have been able to form words with my brain overloaded with sensations. I wanted to look up at Tony so I could gauge his reactions, but I was convinced any eye contact might break the spell.
"Tony...?" Max left the question unasked, but there was no doubt he was waiting for confirmation.
"Fuck yeah."
Max helped me sit up before he stood and kicked off his jeans. He stared down at the two of us, mirror images of arousal, both running a hand over our covered dicks. "It's not right that I'm the only one naked here. Strip."
God, the way he commanded us was hotter than I'd have imagined possible. Or maybe it was being here with these two men who had me ready to bust a nut already. Either way, I wasn't sure I'd last beyond the first stroke of my bare flesh before I went off.
I looked over to Tony, who smirked back at me and winked. Somehow, he knew I needed confirmation from him we were going to be okay once the night ended. I flicked the button on my jeans, groaning as the backs of my fingers grazed my dick. Even though Tony was also stripping, both of the men were watching me.
Max pushed the coffee table to the center of the room as we both tossed our clothes into a pile. He held out a hand, pulling Tony to the floor first, then invited me to join them. I fumbled, not knowing where I should sit—or lay—or who I should focus on. Max took the decision out of my hands when he placed his hands on my shoulders, arranging me so my mouth was only inches away from Tony's dick.
"Last chance, Enzo," he offered, his voice softer and melodic, proving to me this was more than a game to him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"I want to," I reassured them, finally finding the courage to look my brother in the eyes. "If I don't, I'll keep wondering what it'd be like."
"Then take him," Max urged me. Tony ran a hand down my arm, squeezing gently.
Before I could lower myself to suck Tony into my mouth, he curled a hand around the back of my neck, dragging me up to him. "There's nothing wrong with this, Enzo. Nothing."
And then...he closed the distance between us, and I felt the first brush of Tony's lips against mine. It surpassed every fantasy I'd ever had about being with him in this way. He licked his way across the seam of my lips, and I opened for him. He was insistent yet tentative all at the same time, taking his time as he pressed deeper into my mouth.
"Tasting him on you might be my new favorite flavor," Tony told me when we came up for air. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was back on me, devouring me, holding onto me for dear life.
I was just getting into making out with Tony, grinding my dick against his, when a hand clamped on my shoulder. "That's enough. You still need to show him how talented that mouth is."
He dragged me back, digging his fingers into my hips so my ass was on display for him as I took Tony into my mouth. Just like I had with Max, I took my time, licking around the crown of Tony's dick before licking a stripe down his length. He spread his legs wider, urging me to suck on his balls. Max's hand trailed down my spine, so softly it almost tickled. I glanced over my shoulder, taking in the awe on his face as he watched the scene before him. He smiled, nodding for me to get to it.
The moment I wrapped my lips around Tony's cock, sucking as much of his length as I could with a hand wrapped around the base, Max spread my ass and started licking his way from my taint to the top of my crack. I moaned, my mind torn over whether to buck back, begging for more of Max's attention, or lean forward to pleasure Tony.
Max pulled on my hips, then pushed. Pulled and pushed, helping me set a rhythm as he wrapped one hand around my dick and started jerking me. Beads of sweat broke out over my body as he continued tonguing my ass, loosening my hole.
"More. Need... more..." I begged.
"Not tonight, Handsome." The sting of Max's denial was eased by the unexpected endearment.
"Please. Need it," I pleaded, hating my whiny tone. "Want to come with your cock in my ass while I suck him."
"Next time," he promised me. The warm slide of Max's spit dribbled through my crease before he pushed a finger into me. I closed my eyes, trying to find the rhythm he'd set earlier. Next time. Hearing this wasn't a one-time thing for him drove me higher and had me redoubling my efforts on Tony's cock.
I curled my fingers around Tony's balls, massaging them as I sucked him deeper, harder, faster. His back arched off the floor and his babbling turned incoherent. From the many nights I'd heard him with other partners, I knew he was getting close.
Watching Tony fly apart as his load spilled into my mouth was unreal. Max shoved a second finger inside of me, and the combination of Tony's orgasm and Max's fingers grazing over my prostate was all I needed to lose control. I bit down on my lip as I came, shooting over Max's hand onto the area rug beneath us.
I rolled to the side as my arms collapsed under me, draping one limp arm over Tony, the other attempting to reach for Max. He pushed me to the side, taking his place between us.
