After almost thirtyyears of living, I believed I knew everything about myself there was to know. Apparently not, because I’ve only just learned that I do in fact share.
Three men walk into a motel room.
The joke?
I suppose that punchline comes later.
Tall, blond, twink boy has a name, Trent, but I’m content only referring to him as The Other Guy. He’s not important enough for me to remember. Once Seven gets this threesome thing out of his system, The Other Guy will be as good as gone. I’m surely not adding a backseat passenger to what’s supposed to be a solo road trip. My car is already crowded enough.
The three of us sit on the bed in our underwear with the Other Guy in the middle.
All of our clothes lie in scattered disarray upon thestained carpet of the familiar motel room. Seven convinced me to turn back around, to go back to the same place we’d left only a few hours earlier. Housekeeping hasn’t even come through yet, because there’s a half-empty bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand that we accidentally left behind. Thus another rule of mine was broken—to never stay in the same place twice.
“Should we close the curtain?” Other Guy questions, moaning between each word as Seven and I brush our tongues over each of his ears. “Someone might see us.”
“Let them watch,” I whisper into his ear and then I meet Seven’s gaze on the other side of the stranger. “That’s the point, right?”
Seven takes the bait. He palms a hand over Other Guy’s cheek and meets him at his mouth. A soft brush of lips first and then something hungrier, wetter. All the while, his gaze never breaks from mine.
Not one to be outdone, I pry Other Guy from Seven and dance the same tango. Bite gently at his lower lip and give it a tug. Brush my tongue over his and then pull it into my mouth.
Seven brushes his hand over Other Guy’s shaved chest and reaches inside his white boxer briefs. He puts on a show as he strokes him underneath the fabric, the ridges of his knuckles pressing against the surface. Precum seeps through the white cotton, leaving behind a print of the cock slit.
Other Guy gasps, the sound echoing at the back of my throat.
The sound of which magnifies the throbbing of my cock. I reach down, free my hardness through the piss hole of my boxers and begin to stroke myself. It’s mostly a dry jerk with only a smattering of pre-cum, but I fist myself furiously anyway, reveling in the friction.
Seven scoots sideways and lies in an elongated position, feet dangling off the foot of the bed. He tugs the hem of Other Guy’s underwear down, lodging the cotton waistband beneath his balls. Watches with his eyes trained on me as he slowly takes the boy’s cock in his mouth. Slow and steady until his lips reach the base.
He peers up at me with those fucking puppy dog eyes.
But baby, this is a fucking competition and I’m ready to shine.
Other Guy leans backward to find a resting place on his elbows as he watches both Seven and I. Our tongues trail up the length of his swollen cock. It’s easy to tell how long it’s been since a man has had any action. Can tell by how hard he gets and Other Guy is as fucking hard as a diamond. I wager this is his first time. Seven and I plant a field of kisses on the boy’s cock head. Seven laps up the precum that drips down the side and then closes the distance between us with his tongue outstretched. And I take thedelivery with my own mouth. Lick his tongue clean and inhale the taste of another man straight into me.
He tastes as I’d expect—the same intoxicating pheromones that have enslaved me with a hint of salty betrayal. But I kiss him anyway, hard and deep until I’m breathless. Until I’m forced to break away, a bridge of spit bowing between our lips.
We wage a silent war with each other in the quiet space between us. He smacks a finger over his lips, pushing away the spit, before he rolls on top of Other Guy. Straddles him and bucks his hips, holding Other Guy’s dick in place between his ass cheeks.
Look, I’m an animal. I have very basic needs—to get my dick sucked and to stick it into tight holes. This is every gay man’s dream. Two holes and two cocks for the price of one, but I can’t shake away the intrusive thought that this isn’t a game to Seven. This is what he actually wants and the desire he feels for me is one I can’t sate alone.
I crawl forward on the bed and bury my knees in the mattress on either side of the boy’s head. His gaze tunnels upward as I begin to stroke myself, from the base to the tip in slow motions. He darts out his tongue, ready to catch my seed but he’s much too premature.
Seven circles back and forth, his hands cradled behind his head as he continues to put on a show. But when his mouth cracks open with an expression of pleasure on his face, my heart sinks. I keep stroking through the motions, but I’m not really here. A rushof blood flows away from my cock and ends somewhere around my throat as I tense up.
I hop off the bed and make my way to the antique wooden chair that’s parked in the corner next to the open window. I draw a hand to my mouth, waiting for them to stop but it’s not happening soon enough.
Other Guy sits up with Seven in his lap. His cock slips free from Seven’s hole, but he’s not done yet. He cradles Seven by the back of the head as he begins leaving a path of kisses on the side of his neck. He watches me intently as he does so, but I can’t blame the guy. He’s just playing the same game Seven and I have been playing, except he doesn’t have the foresight to know enough is enough.
“Get out,” I say lowly, desperately trying to remain in control.
Seven cocks his head over his shoulder with a smile that dissipates as soon as he meets my glare. He rolls off Other Guy and sits on his knees, his hard cock weighing the pouch of the thong down enough to offer a good view of groomed pubic hair. He pats the guy on the back. “You heard my man. Time to go.”
Other Guy chuckles. “You guys can’t be serious.”
“Does it look like I’m joking?” I question with a tilt of my head and my fingers rolling into a fist. Again, I’m trying to be a better person. Trying not to lose control because this boy has done absolutely nothing wrong. “Go jerk off in your car. Download an app andfuck a stranger. Get it out of your system, but you’re not doing it here.”
“Fucking freaks,” he grumbles as he jumps into his jeans.
