Gael always goes first with Phin. Always. Because I don’t get hard unless Phin sucks on me and Gael likes to have his way with Phin’s ass while he’s got my dick in his mouth.
Gael reaches behind him and hands me a condom and the lube. “You’re hard from sucking on him. Take that ass and own it,” he demands with a smile that shines so brightly I’m helpless to rebel against his orders.
Iamhard—that surprises me. I was concentrating too much on sucking Phin off to notice, but here it is, my cock as hard as steel. The condom goes on easily, then I soak my fingers, my cock, and Phin’s asshole with lube. Gael is always the one who works Phin’s ass, but I’ve done it for a few girls, and I know there’s the potential for pleasure for guys inside.
Phin’s prostate is surprisingly easy to find with my fingers, and it’s even easier to get him trembling and ready than I imagined. Gael likes to work him until he’s on the edge, but he’salready come in my mouth. Admittedly, I’m surprised at how leaky his cock gets from me playing with his ass. Phin has more stamina than either Gael or me—the man’s libido and refractory period are unbelievable—but this is fast even for him.
Gael has a hold of Phin’s knee, grinning happily as he plays with the giant’s cock, causing the noises that reverberate around the room from Phin to intensify. “He’s ready. Fill him up.”
Just like that, I pull my fingers out and stick my cock in. Thrusting hard into the place I know makes Phin feel so good he can’t control himself. I want to be gentle, but I’m not. I can’t help it. I work him as roughly as I always do, but there’s the gleam of utter joy in Gael’s eyes as he watches me, and so this time, it’s different. Gael’s approval of how I’m treating his boyfriend makes all the difference. He likes how I make Phin come, but something inside me is different today.
I’m the same Sin, fucking him deep and pegging his gland until he’s screaming, but my heart is changed a little bit. I’ve decided to treasure Phin instead of rejecting him, and this time my balls draw up, the tingle of impending orgasm starts low and grows, moving and changing until the pressure of it pops. Pleasure and relief travel all the way up my spine and over my shoulders as I finally fill the condom. Gael’s Christmas morning smile swims in my vision as the rush of noise from all around me deafens me to anything outside of my orgasm for precious seconds.
When I finally break the surface, Phin’s voice echoes off the walls. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!” His protest dies a quick death as he clamps down on me, like he always does, and comes hard, crying out like he’s in pain. Somehow the sight, sound, scent, and sensation of his orgasms sparks through me and my body answers his with another orgasm right on the heels of the first, and it feels like I’ve finally died.
Blind, deaf, senseless—it takes me a long time to live again.
When I pull out of Phin’s ass and take my condom off, Gael takes it from me. “That’s the first time you’ve come in a long time,” he smiles. “I’m glad.”
“I thought you hadn’t noticed,” I mumble, embarrassed.
Gael smiles, and ruffles my hair. “You think we can make him go a third time?”
I look down at the mess Phin’s made, then crane my head around Gael to see Phin staring up at the ceiling in a daze, wrists tied above his head to the metal bars of the bed frame. “When did you tie him up?” I ask curiously.
“While you were showering. Do you like it?”
“I do. He looks like a happy bottom like that. I bet we can make him come again.”
“Trade me.” Gael’s happiness infects my heart like I always want it to.
We trade places, and I hold Phin’s knees, spreading him open for Gael’s attention. Gael grins at me as he slides into Phin. It feels like we’re playing, like we used to as kids, except our games have become more mature.
“Suck him again,” he says, directing our play like he always has.
I slide back a bit, holding Phin’s legs with the back of my arms and take just the tip of his almost soft cock into my mouth. Phin responds with a whining cry, wiggling and trying to fidget. His breath whispers across my backside, so I reach back, rising just a little, and put my cock in his mouth. It’s uncomfortable, but Phin’s hot mouth and the moans coming from him draw out my own verbal response. His dick twitches in my mouth, so I moan again, swallowing him as much as I can, enjoying the way his dick swells in my mouth. I set my pace to Gael’s rhythm. He’s not going fast today; he’s slow and methodical, giving the two of us time to recover, and we do. Phin first, as expected, but eventually I grow hard in his mouth too and somehow anotherorgasm builds in my balls. I want to thrust my hips, but as rough as I am, I won’t abuse Gael’s treasure, so I concentrate on holding still as the pleasure builds.
“I’m going to come,” Gael announces loudly—happily.
I know that he wants Phin to come with him, so I pump the man’s cock the way I know he likes as I hold back my own orgasm, more than ready to jump over that cliff again. Somehow I’d forgotten how wonderful the pleasure of orgasms are.
Gael suddenly thrusts deep into Phin, shuddering as he pushes his cock as deep as he can get it, and Phin responds by shooting off again, though there’s only a few small jets of cum. With the taste of Phin’s spend on my tongue, I let go, free-falling over the cliff of pleasure. I hit the waves of release, letting my body toss me about until finally I come up for air, completely wrung out for the first time in a month.
I roll off Phin and fall onto my back, staring up at the ceiling happier than I’ve been for weeks. I got a lot of pleasure from playing with Gael again.
“You’re smiling,” Gael says, appearing above my head, looking down at me.
A drop of sweat falls off his nose onto mine. “I had fun,” I explain, wiping the next drop off his nose with the back of my hand.
His smile shines brighter. “I’m glad.”
When They Were Fourteen
Sin
Gael’s been gone for a week already. His parents decided to take him on vacation in February, which means I’ve been going toschool by myself for a week. It’s horrible. The worst thing ever. Gael makes school worth going to. I don’t know how my parents expect me to get through my day when the only reason it’s good went to Bolivia for a week.
“...punched Caysin in the mouth. We’ve suspended the other kid…”
