“Fuck yes… give it to us…” I say, riveted.
Stellan shouts as he comes down Alastair’s throat, his fingers pulling on my braid. He rarely makes noise during orgasms, so this must be a good one.
When he has finally relaxed and melted on the tarp, Alastair lets him go before pulling me into a savage kiss. We chase Stellan’s taste on each other’s tongues. I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
“Fuck me, please?” I say when we separate at last.
The King smiles. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me where I stand.”
I laugh and run to the camper quickly and come back with the lube.
Stellan hasn’t moved when I return, he’s still catching his breath and keeps his face hidden under his arm. Alastair is trailing kisses along his stomach reverently. Stellan isn’t pushing him away and even goes as far as dropping his other hand on his hair. This moment alone would have made it all worth it, and my heart squeezes while witnessing this intimate exchange between them.
I jump out of my pants eagerly, which makes Alastair laugh as I hand him the bottle of lube. I’ll forever be grateful for him having a bottle of oil in his truck. He pulls me into another kiss,his large hand getting a hold of my cock and giving it a slow stroke. My legs almost give out under me.
“Get on your hands and knees above Stellan’s face,” he says. “He’ll suck you off as I get you ready for my cock.”
“Holy shit. Yes.” I obey and grin down as soon as I’m in the 69 position. “Do you mind?” I ask Stellan.
He huffs a laugh, finally coming out of hiding. “Of course not.” To prove his point, he raises his head and sucks the head of my cock.
Alastair kneels behind me, by Stellan’s head, and I hear the cap of the bottle of lube coming off.
Holy shit… This is happening. I’m stuck between the two hottest men in the world. Yeeeeees!
Alastair’s slippery fingers softly rub my entrance, oiling me up, and I gasp. Stellan’s powerful arms lock around my thighs to keep me in place.
We’re having sex on the beach under the stars, and I have a King’s fingers inside me.Best. Day. Ever.
Stellan sucks my cock tenderly. He knows my body like his own and he can make me come at any moment, but he’s holding back. Alastair inserts a first finger, and I push my hips back, eager for more. He stretches me just right, and my arms give out. I fall forward on Stellan’s hardening cock just as Alastair finds my prostate. I moan with my face buried in Stellan’s crotch.
18
Sweet surrender.
“The strangest thing about the old gods is the fact that they’re all unique. In nature, everything is meant to exist as a duplicate of another—as a species—and yet the giant creatures don’t even come in pairs. There is only one Kraken. Only one Quetzalcoatl. Why is that? Is it because they are eternal, and Earth could only hold so many monsters? Are they really gods, made from the fabric of the universe itself? Are they meant to spend eternity alone, fighting each other for territory? These kinds of questions keep me up at night. I know I should be focusing on what to eat tomorrow and how to survive the year, but my brain is like this. It never stops wondering about stupid shit like: are the old gods lonely?”
Audio transcription of a radio podcast, creator unknown.
STELLAN
My orgasm was mindblowing. Just watching the King sucking me off so eagerly, I lost it. But then I came down from the high, and the doubts started creeping back in. Never have I really felt anything beyond sexual attraction towards past lovers. I’m not like Perri, I can’t really fall in love with multiple people. They’re always just a distraction, a fun time, while he’s the only real thing to me.
But nothing about Alastair is fun. He’s a storm while I’m lost at sea. He scares me. Not because he’s a mutant, but because I’m unwillingly attracted to him in more ways than physically. He’s Perri’s complete opposite, so why..?
As the doubts were circling inside my head like vultures, he placed Perri above me, and now I have a dick in my mouth and my thoughts are fizzling back into nothingness.
Yes, that’s it.Maybe I just need to stop thinking and just enjoy what we’re doing, for better or for worse.
Perri moans, his breath on my cock. The view from where I lie below him, his precum on my tongue, is fucking amazing. I see everything as Alastair fingers him. And the sounds… fuck, the wet sounds. I’m hard again. The King is so imposing behind us, a wall of a man. But he still has his clothes on, and I can see movement under his pants.
I’m tired of second-guessing everything. I need to see, I need to feel… This is my sweet surrender.
I reach for his bulge with my right hand. Alastair freezes, and his pale eyes fall on me. I give a tentative squeeze, and he growls. “Stellan…”
“Show me,” I say.
He closes his eyes for a moment, then smiles before reaching for his zipper with his free hand. As soon as it’s done, I pullhis pants down. His massive cock springs free above my face, followed by two dark tentacles.
