He pulled his lips off of Demir’s neck, and they both turned to me with hunger in their eyes. I was delirious with the building orgasm. Marco kissed me first, playful nibbling at my lip, and then Demir took my face in his hands, devouring me. When he released my lips, without thinking, I feel to my knees.
What the hell has gotten into you, Grayson!
Their groans gave me all the encouragement I needed, but when they both shoved their hands in their pants to feed me their cocks, I lost the last threads of self-control. I huffed their scent and pressed my face against Demir’s veiny shaft, then turned and took Marco’s glistening pink tip between my lips. I pressed my hand against their bases, drew my fingers through curly hairs, and cupped their heavy balls.
I had given a blowjob once before, to a straight guy when I was eighteen, but it was nothing like this. I’d never had rough hands on the back of my head, guiding me, and I’d never felt a cock rubbing against my stubble while another plunged against the back of my throat.
I’d never been with another man as a man, but here I was, lost in two of them at once.
“Fuck yeah, Grayson,” Demir moaned, stroking himself as I lapped at his tip. Before I knew it, Marco was jerking himself just as hard. Their fists pumping, Marco and Demir both moaned my name and tugged at my hair until they came at the same time, unloading into my mouth and against my lips in sticky sprays. I shoved my hand into my pants, gripping my cock and letting the orgasm finally overtake my senses, pleasure like I had never felt before washing over my body as my muscles spasmed and cum soaked my hand.
Earth-shattering.
I blinked a few times, their half-hard cocks dangling in front of my face, and started to crawl my way back to my senses.
“So sexy,” Demir said, grabbing a silk handkerchief from his pocket and extending it to me. He and Marco leaned on each other, breathing deeply. I was flushed and dizzy, but I accepted the handkerchief, wiping my mouth and hands and savoring the salty taste against my tongue.
What the hell did I just do?
Marco extended a hand to me and helped me to my feet, each guy planting another kiss as I arrived. Even though they seamlessly moved back to casual conversation, the magic lingered in the air, and the glow still surrounded us.
“Wow,” I said, pushing my hand through my hair. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Us either,” Demir said, chuckling to himself. “We really haven’t done anything like this in years.”
“Just a special night for everyone, I guess,” Marco said brightly. “Sometimes that still gets to happen.”
I smiled to myself.I guess it does, huh?
Demir cast his eyes toward the door. “I hope you won’t think is too rude,” he said. “But I should check with my people. Will you be around this evening? I’d love to get you a cocktail from the bar and enjoy a little more of your company.”
I rested my trembling hand on the table. I wanted to say yes, that I’d stay all night. I’d move into that magical place, in fact, if they asked me.
But I was already starting to question myself again and wonder if Demir was aware of what Marco had learned by jerking me off. And I was already starting to feel exhausted and more than a little spun around by what I had just done.
“I might go, actually,” I said. “Leave the evening on a high note.”
Demir laughed. “Smart choice. The night will turn into work soon enough for us, anyway.”
I nodded, then gingerly returned the handkerchief to Demir. With a few other nice words, I thanked them for the lovely evening, found my way back through the crowd, and called myself a car home.
Turns out,I thought, pulling away from the club,I might be good at this gay man thing after all.
