“Just like that, Asher,” I said, taking his hips in my hands and steadying him. “Just like that.”
He nodded, still biting down on his lip as he started to ride me harder. I’d tried topping a few times when I first got with Rory, just to explore, but hadn’t penetrated him for well over a decade. As Asher’s entrance stretched to take me, pleasure shivered down my cock, sending warm waves across my body. He arched his back, whimpering my name, then thrust down, sinking a few inches more.
The tight heat of his hole was like nothing I had ever felt before. His muscles clenched and tugged around me, urging me deeper into him as my balls flooded with pleasure. Beside me, Rory was jerking himself, flapping his wrist in perfect rhythm with Asher’s soft, slow thrusting. I turned to him, then reached out, pressing my hand against his body and groping at anything I could touch.
He was tight and soft at the same time, the grip like velvet heat.
“You’re so good,” I said to Asher. “You’re the only boy for us.”
Asher gasped, then nodded quickly, sinking down another inch onto my rigid dick.
“Good boy,” Rory grunted. “Take Franklin’s cock and show him how good you are.”
Asher let out a desperate moan. He started to bounce harder and faster, and the yearning at my base spilled over. I started to thrust my hips back, steadying him by the hip as I bounced him on my cock and felt my tip land again and again against his prostate.
“Oh my god, fuck, fuck,” Asher groaned as he rode me. He gripped one of my shoulders hard to rear back and squeezed his warmth up and down my shaft. “Franklin, Rory, can I come?” he begged. “Can I come?”
I rode the cliff of my climax, moments away from shooting my load as Asher squeezed even tighter down my length. Rory fucked his own fist as he pawed at us, grunting under his breath. “Yes, boy,” he finally growled. “You have permission.”
Asher moaned as he grabbed both my thighs, then rode down hard, expertly throbbing his prostate against my tip. I felt one quake through our bodies, then two, and with a loud curse, an orgasm finally exploded out of me. I bucked my hips hard as I shot jets of cum into the condom and as Asher’s sticky load spilled from his tip, splattering across my shirt.
Rory groaned, shooting his own load against us. Asher reached out to grab his hand, then pulled a couple fingers into his mouth, moaning while he sucked on them and slid down me one more time.
Lights flickered at the corners of my eyes as I caught my breath. After a minute, Asher held my base and pulled me out of him. I ached at the release of his twitching muscles, but then he pulled his briefs up and crawled between us.
“Just hold me,” he said. “Please.”
“Of course,” I said, turning on my side to wrap my arm around him. I pulled the condom off quickly but didn’t even worry about the rest of the mess for the moment.
“You did good,” Rory said. He held Asher from the other side, and his arm stretched across to hold me, too. “You both did very good.”
I cuddled up closer, then hummed to myself. I might not have needed Rory to be my Daddy anymore, but I still needed him as my love and my husband, and hearing him say that set my heart at ease.
Asher had a lot to face, and I knew the next day would be difficult. But no matter what, we had given each other this evening.
And lying in bed with my guys, my chest thrummed with hope that there might be many more to come.
