I pulled the straps off Marco’s shoulders, and he tugged my shirt over my head. Marco’s hands were fast and nimble as he stripped me down to my boxers, but I took my time, rubbing my palm across his soft skin and feeling the shapes of his muscles.
“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are,” I whispered in his ear.
When we were undressed, I turned back to Grayson. His hand was shoved down the front of his pants, and his eyes were wide, alive to every breath we took.
Oh, this is going to be very fun.
Both of our cocks were hard against our abs as we returned to the couch. Grayson’s lip quivered as we pressed him back, then pulled his shirt and his pants off. He had a small, dark happy trail and flat, firm pecs. I drew my hand up the curly hairs of his thighs and felt his muscles tense.
“Let me,” he said, laying his hand on his briefs. Marco and I leaned back to give him room, and he tugged them down, tossing them aside.
Grayson pushed his fingers down on his cock. He was a few inches long, with a pink head that stuck out from the foreskin, and when he tightened his fingers, he got harder and fuller.
His body was beautiful, and desire shot through me. I wanted to fall down and take him in my mouth and to stay there until he was good and finished. I wanted to feel those dark hairs against my tongue and huff in his scent.
“You can touch me like this,” Grayson said, still pushing his fingers down his cock. “But don’t go inside of me.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
I turned to Marco, who was looking on Grayson with a dreamy expression. He turned back to me, then stroked his fist down his cock. “I like to be touched like this, too,” Marco said, swirling his fist down his length. “But Demir likes it all kinds of ways.”
I laughed, then fisted my shaft. Marco and I were on either side of Grayson on the couch, all touching ourselves slowly and carefully, teaching each other. “You can touch me here,” I said, then dropped my hand to my sack, cupping my balls. “All over, firm and gentle both. But nothing inside of me, either.”
“That’s all for me,” Marco said, then slapped his ass with a laugh.
All the three of us fell into another kiss. Our cocks rubbed together and bounced off each other as we pressed our lips and rutted closer. My chest against Grayson’s, I felt the hard nubs of his nipples. I pinched them, then traced my hand down, over the light, horizontal scars on his chest and to his hips.
Pleasure ached on my skin. I wanted desperately to touch Grayson’s cock. It was throbbing between his fingers, twitching the same as mine was. I hesitated, clouded by the idea that I might not please him, which would be unbearable. But then Marco pulled me forward, and he brought my hand to Grayson.
I brushed my fingers along his thighs, then up along his hips and to his cock. His muscles quivered beneath me as I stroked his length and rubbed my thumb across his head. Grayson was wet with precum, and the more I stroked him, the more it eased our glide.
I turned to take Marco in another kiss, and a hand wrapped around my cock. Was it his, or Grayson’s? Before I could tell, I was buried in Marco’s neck, running my tongue along his soft beard. I kept one hand tight around Grayson’s cock and grabbed Marco’s ass, and when I squeezed him hard, the lines that separated our bodies dissolved.
“Fuck,” I groaned, fucking into Grayson’s fist as I jerked his cock faster. He throbbed between my fingers, and I felt precum leaking out my tip and hot pleasure pooling at my core like magma.
“I’m close,” Marco gasped, jerking his cock against mine, just like I liked it.
Every one of my senses lit up with the sensation of both men, grinding and jerking against me. I took Grayson’s lips in my mouth again, and pleasure surged through me. He moaned against my lips, and every muscle in his body seized tight as we came together.
I sprayed on Grayson’s chest, and so did Marco. Grayson had a fist around each of our bases, and he tugged us closer as we shot one jet after another. I had to pull away from Grayson’s cock to steady myself, and when I released him, he quivered an aftershock in my hand.
Marco and I fell back against the couch, lying on either side of Grayson. “Damn,” I said, blinking and coming back to reality. “That was something.”
Grayson might have been blushing, but with how flushed he was from the encounter and how puffy and raw his lips looked, I couldn’t really tell. “Yeah, I’d say,” he agreed.
I glanced at him. Sweat beaded on his chest by splatters of jizz, and there was cum drying on his cock and his public hair. Like me and Marco, he was only half-hard, but still flush and fat.
Marco gulped from his wine. His dimples were out, and they didn’t look like they were going away anytime soon. “That felt amazing, Grayson,” he said, then turned his eyes to me. “And if you wanted to linger for a while…”
“Yes,” I said, catching his drift. In the glow he brought to our living room, I wanted to make sure Grayson knew he was welcome beyond the sex. “Stay. There’s a shower, if you want to clean up—”
“Or if we all want to clean up,” Marco interrupted, then drew his finger through the cum on Grayson’s chest, earning something between a laugh and a moan from Grayson.
“We’ll make dinner later, too,” I said. “If you’d like.”
Grayson took in a deep breath, and I watched as his chest rose and fell, then rose and fell again. He looked lost in thought, and for a split second, I wasn’t sure if he was upset about something. Luckily, however, Marco knew just the thing to do. He shifted his weight back onto the couch, wrapped an arm around Grayson’s shoulder, and pulled him close. When I saw how Grayson relaxed a bit, I pulled up on the other side, and our hairy legs all tangled together off the couch.
“Yeah,” Grayson said. “Thanks. I’ll stay.”
