Chapter Twenty-Four
Maddox
Gunner knew how to fuck Malcolm already. I’d seen it myself. I’d seen the slow way he’d entered his friend and the gentle build of his thrusts, timed just right with Malcolm’s quivering moans.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still teach him a thing or two.
Malcolm rolled the condom down Gunner’s cock, then shoved his fingers in his mouth, wetting them greedily. While I held Gunner upright, buried inside of him but not thrusting, Malcolm shoved his fingers along his own hole.
From how quickly he had taken Gunner’s cock the last weekend, I knew he wouldn’t need much preparation. Still, I wanted Gunner to feel the anticipation, and the more I held him close to my chest, the more I felt his muscles, tugging and pulsing around my cock.
“Fuck,” Gunner groaned, watching as Malcolm crawled forward, first placing his hands on my shoulder and then wrapping his legs around us each. As I started to gently rock my cock against Gunner’s prostate, Malcolm climbed onto his lap.
“Guide yourself inside of him,” I instructed. “Gentle, but firm.”
Gunner nodded quickly, and I felt the sweat pouring down his back. In just a moment, he was sandwiched between the two of us. When Malcolm’s face twisted and he let out a sharp, whiny noise, I knew that Gunner had found his hole.
“Just like that,” I kept whispering. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
“Yes,” Gunner whispered back. “Fuck me into him.”
I rocked my hips, pulling both guys into my rhythm. My thighs burned with the strain of supporting them both, but as they matched my tempo, all I could feel was the explosive energy, flowing between us. My shaft was pulsing inside of Gunner, stretching him wide open, and every time I thrust myself a little deeper, he drove himself a little further into Malcolm.
Malcolm threw himself into it, riding Gunner’s cock like an expert. His graceful fingers gripped my shoulders as he supported himself, grinding his hole down on Gunner’s cock with more and more force. “Fill me all the way,” he whimpered. “I want to be your hole.”
Dirty talk, indeed. That boy never ceased to surprise me.
I began to thrust harder, an orgasm building up my shaft, precum throbbing from my balls. I got even harder and thicker, and as I drove my tip against Gunner’s tender prostate, he let out a string of obscenities.
We were all on the edge, and when Malcolm’s cock started squirting and bouncing in the air, I knew it was time. “Now,” I whispered into Gunner’s ear. “Give him your load, and I’ll give you mine.”
Gunner groaned, and his entire body began to convulse. His muscles hardened in my embrace, and when Malcolm sprayed semen straight into the air, Gunner bucked his hips just as hard as I bucked mine. My heavy balls tightened, then unleashed a stream of hot cum into the condom. When Gunner’s muscles kept spasming and tightening, I sprayed again and again, a groan emerging from deep in my chest.
Gunner wrapped his arms around Malcolm’s shoulders, pulling him tight and holding his weight, just like I was holding him. I kept my muscles steady and taut, providing them stability while they each fell into each other’s sticky, wet release.
It felt good to hold them like that.
It felt like they were mine, and I had done them right.
When their bodies stopped trembling, I slowly lowered them to the mattress. Gunner was still buried inside of Malcolm, but I took a moment to pull myself out, carefully removing the condom and making sure Gunner was in good condition. I leaned forward, kissing them each on the cheek once.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, tracing the back of my hand along Gunner’s rear. A guy could feel a lot of things after getting fucked for the first time, and I needed to know that Gunner had a positive experience.
“I’m good,” he whispered.
“Me too,” Malcolm whispered back.
I rose to my feet, intending to go clean myself up in the bathroom and bring them back fresh glasses of water. When I shifted my weight off the bed, however, Gunner lifted his head.
“Don’t leave,” he said. “I don’t want you to leave.”
I knelt down again. “I wasn’t leaving. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”
“And then you’ll stay with us?” Malcolm asked, barely raising his head.
My heart tightened in my chest to hear him ask. I hadn’t spent the night with anyone in years. At most, I had expected the guys to want a little fun together, maybe even a little kinky play, before I headed back to the mountains. But now with the dim light of the evening falling on their beautiful faces, it seemed like the only thing to do.
“I’ll stay if you want me to,” I said. “Of course I will.”
