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“Are you ready?” Chris asks, his eyes dark and his voice low. He holds a large kitchen knife above me. It doesn’t waver. He has his target in sight and he doesn’t plan to miss it. With a heaving inhale and a wince from me, he drives the knife down. It hits exactly where he means it to. I scream.
“Chris, stop!”
Just as quickly as he drives it in, Chris pulls the knife out of the pumpkin. I’m standing before he does, wiping away the pumpkin juices that have splattered onto my face and sweater. I told him this would happen. I told him he should have gone slow. But he insisted that the first stab had to be the strongest. Look where that’s gotten us—him trying to coddle me and apologize for the mess he’s made while I try to clean my face off with a spare towel.
“I swear it’s never splattered on me,” Chris says, following me to the kitchen sink. “But I mean, you usually like things hitting your face like that.”
I cut my eyes at my boyfriend before he can say another word. I mean it to come off playful but maybe it’s a bit rude. Either way, he takes the hint and heads back to the table. I join him a moment later, cleaner but still feeling a little sticky. On the table before us, our unfinished jack-o-lantern sits damaged, one slit around its stem. Beside it, the knife Chris used drips juice onto the table. He grabs it before I can comment on it and starts back with the pumpkin.
He goes slower this time around. I watch as he manages to take off the hat of the pumpkin without any more issues. He eyes me for approval I don’t give him before he begins to dig out the insides of the pumpkin. He deposits them, little by little, into a bowl beside me. I look at the gnarled, ropey strings of white and orange. A few white tear-drop-shaped seeds are scattered in between. I can’t help but smirk while looking at the mess.
Chris notices my sudden shift. “What?” he asks warily.
“Just thinking,” I sing-song.
“About what?”
I take up a single piece of pumpkin string and let it drop back into the bowl. “About how you’re removing this pumpkin guts. How you—”
“Can rearrange yours next?” Chris finishes for me.
We say nothing else as he wraps me against himself in a daring kiss. His mouth is warm against mine. He tastes like candy corn, which I love. I absolutely devour him in the thirty seconds we’re together, dipping my tongue into his throat, nibbling on his bottom lip. He’s just as sloppy, licking my chin and tongue-fucking my gums. His hand finds my cheek and mine find the nape of his neck. I sit on his lap, reverse-cowboy style, and I can feel him hardening against my taint. I make to touch him there, to make him moan in that way I like. And then something sounds from the backyard.
I snap to attention. “Did you hear that?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Chris says and suddenly it feels like I’m in every eighties horror slasher.
“I definitely heard something,” I say. “In the backyard. Rustling or something.”
“So? It was probably a rabbit. I’ll let Dodger out.”
Chris stands and traverses the twenty or so feet from the kitchen table to the sliding glass patio door. He puts a hand on the handle and throws the latch, then makes to pull it open. A second sound stops him before he can though. A bigger rustle. Definitely not a rabbit.
“Don’t you dare go out there,” I warn, reading my boyfriend’s mind.
Chris looks at me for a second. I swear it’s the slowest second of my life. I spend it taking a mental note of how Chris looks, afraid that I’ll have to file a missing person’s report once he steps out the door. I check off what I’ll say. He’s six feet tall and ruggedly handsome. He has a dusty blonde buzzcut and a trimmed beard almost the same length and color. The last time I saw him, he was wearing a ruby red turtleneck and a pair of jeans that hug his ass just right.
“Stay here,” Chris says, cutting through my thoughts but not my worries.
Disobediently, I make my way to the door just as Chris steps outside. I watch him inch further out on the patio. There’s no light out here, only the glow from the kitchen. Chris is taken by the night almost immediately. It is only his voice that lets me know he’s still out there. His voice and Dodger’s barking.
“Is someone out there?” Chris calls as threateningly as possible.
I’m dressed in almost the same thing he is except that my sweater has no extra neck. The temperature outside isn’t awful for October. And still, I’m shivering. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. I can feel my nipples through my sweater. They’re pinpricks, stabbing my arms as I cross them.
“Babe, just get back in here. We’ll call the cops,” I say, my voice shaky.
Chris ignores my plea and instead calls out again. “If someone’s out there, you better get the fuck off my property now. I have a bat.”
It’s true that I have a bat but it’s hidden beneath my bed. A lot of good it’s doing Chris in the backyard.
Suddenly, something moves in the darkness. I see it. Chris sees it. It moves from the right side of the backyard to the left, clumsily but quickly. It goes still before either of us can tell what it is.
“Chris, just come back—”
And then the doorbell rings.
My skeleton jumps inside my skin. I turn, trying to catch my breath, and march towards the front door. It’s not late so I assume we have trick-or-treaters. At least I hope that’s what we have.
There’s a bowl of candy next to the front door, on the entrance table. I heave it up and throw open the door, expecting to find a cute werewolf or pirate princess waiting for me. Instead, I find nothing. No one is standing on my doorstep. There’s no one standing on the sidewalk a few feet away either. In fact, the entire street is empty.
I’ve seen enough horror movies to know what’s happening. Before a stalker in a William Shatner mask can pop up to slice my throat, I bolt the front door and race to pull Chris back inside the house. When I reach the backdoor though, I hear my boyfriend struggling. I fear I’m too late. Tears start to brim in my eyes as I hear his grunts of struggle, then his scream.
“Chris!” I cry.
What returns from the darkness is a laugh. I recognize it. The throaty spurts of “ha-ha-ha” only belong to one person I know. He’s tall, dark, and handsome. He has a smile to die for and eyes as gray-blue as the sky after a heavy rain.
“Sebastian, get the fuck off my boyfriend,” I say, crossing my arms, the fear I’ve felt disappearing as quickly as it came on.
“Oh, come on,” Sebastian whines. “I’m just having a little Halloween fun.”
Chris and Sebastian emerge from the darkness together, one looking noticeably more put together than the other. The other is a little more annoyed. It’s only after they’ve settled in the kitchen that I realize Sebastian looks so disheveled because he’s wearing a costume. A vampire costume by the look of his black cape, smeared makeup, and…princess tiara?
“What are you supposed to be?” I ask as he raids a beer from my fridge.
He pops the cap off with the bottle opener on the wall and takes a swig before saying, “The queen of the night.”
“Very funny,” Chris says but his voice doesn’t sound like he appreciates the joke. I can’t say I blame him. We were most certainly on the verge of undressing each other before the intrusion. I can’t imagine he’s thrilled with being cockblocked, and especially with being cockblocked by a terrible prank.
I sigh. “What are you doing here, Sebastian? Besides stealing my booze, I mean.”
“Was in the neighborhood.” Sebastian takes another swig. “There’s a party a couple of blocks away. Things got drab and I remembered you two were here, so I stopped by.”
“Sounds like you wanted to do more than just stop by.”
“Well, I can’t say I’d say no to whatever…this is.” Sebastian points at the mess on the table. Chris is already back to carving our pumpkin. He’s nearly completed the face. All that remains is the mouth. Seb sees this and laughs. “Should make it an ‘O’. That way you can…you know…”
I roll my eyes. “Really?”
“What?” Sebastian defends. “It’s not like you two weren’t about to bone when I showed up.”
“How do you…” I look at my boyfriend. “Chris, get your dog.”
“Dodger is under the table,” Chris deadpans.
“Your other dog.”
Sebastian shrugs, unphased by my remark. “I can get on all fours, no problem. I think I’d like to see you do it more though.”
“Christopher!” I squeal, in disbelief that he’s allowing this conversation to continue.
For a moment, my boyfriend says nothing. He continues to carve out the mouth of our jack-o-lantern. When he’s done, he sets the knife down and stares at me. “What do you want me to do, babe? I can’t say I don’t have the same thought.”
“What?”
“I mean, I’ve had a hardon since this idiot bit my neck out there.”
I cut my eyes at Sebastian. “You bit my boyfriend?”
“Gave him a hickey really. He’ll feel it in the morning.”
“You little—”
But then I notice Chris rubbing his massive bulge and suddenly I don’t feel so irritated. I actually feel a little turned on. It’s so sudden, almost like whiplash. It takes a moment for me to regain my senses. By the time I do, Sebastian is on me, kissing up my neck, giving me the same treatment he gave my boyfriend.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
“That’s it,” Sebastian whispers. “Just relax. I gave you your trick. Now it’s time for your treat.”
“What?” I ask, a little docile. “You gonna bite me? Turn me into a vampire?”
“Something a little fang-tastic like that,” Sebastian says and I burst into laughter.
The moment I stop, I pounce, pressing my mouth against my boyfriend’s best friend’s. My hands lace through that shaggy bush of brown hair. Sebastian’s tiara hits the floor. He doesn’t notice it. He’s too busy raking his hands up the back of my sweater. He pulls me against him so that my back arches. I feel his stiffness pressing into my own. It’s like two swords down there and one has to be freed.
“You taste like beer,” I manage to say between breaths. “And desperation.”
“Maybe I’m desperate for you,” Sebastian says with a seductive tone, biting my bottom lip with the last word, making me hiss.
“Maybe my boyfriend has a problem with that.”
“He doesn’t.” Chris’ voice is like silk to my ears. Smooth. Buttery. I fall against it and against him as he sidles up behind me.
“Baby,” I whine, leaning my head against his massive chest. Even through the thickness of his wool turtleneck, his pecs are distinguishable. I bury my cheek into one while Seb continues on my neck.
Chris laughs when I moan. His hands wander down my body, inching up my sweater so that my stomach is exposed, then my chest. Sebastian stops kissing my neck just long enough for Chris to strip me, then he’s back on me, trailing his lips down my neck and over my collarbone. As he moves, making me moan harder, Chris works the button and fly of my jeans. I’m so hard that when he tries to pull my jeans down, my bulge won’t let him. This makes him laugh again.
Sebastian continues down my body. He reaches my nipples and toys with them for a moment. I feel my toes curl on the cool kitchen linoleum as his ticklish tongue erects my buds. He pops each one between his teeth and nibbles. The sensation makes me gasp right into Chris’ mouth when we kiss.
“Baby,” Sebastian says from below, “you’re so beautiful. I can see why Chris nabbed you.”
“I didn’t nab him,” Chris says, punctuating each word with a kiss to the side of my mouth. “I won him.”
Heat rises to my face. I’m used to hearing Chris talk so passionately but his words still make me vibrate. It’s like I fall in love with him all over again. I replay the words in my head as he continues to kiss me. I won him. Like I’m a prize, something unattainable or seemingly so. In his mind, my boyfriend must think that others have tried fruitlessly to gain my attention but only he has triumphed over them. In truth, it’s I who has won him. Chris could ask me to jump and I’d say, “How high?” I am his entirely.
“I love kissing you,” I breathe, letting my thoughts fade. “But if I don’t get a dick in my mouth soon, I might get carnal.”
Both Chris and Sebastian toss their heads back in laughter. It’s Sebastian who indulges my request, standing and undoing the flap of his jeans. He doesn’t bother taking them off. He just whips his dick out. I feel the heat of it on my stomach, then I’m down on my knees, running my nose along Sebastian’s length, breathing in the sweet scent of him. There’s something different about his musk compared to Chris’. I still find it just as addictive.
With the smell swirling in my brain, I lick Sebastian’s cock, base to tip, then back down. He flinches. All seven inches of him bounce, lightly brushing my nose. I can’t help but giggle, which is alright with Sebastian.
He looks down at me. I look up at him through my dark lashes. “You enjoying yourself?”
“Yeah, he is,” Chris answers for me. “I wasn’t bluffing when I told you that he sucks dick better than anyone else. He enjoys himself—that’s why.”
“Wait, you told him how I suck your dick?” I ask, even more turned on at the idea of my boyfriend discussing our sex life with his friends.
Chris just smirks. “I think that’s enough speaking for you.”
He guides my mouth onto the end of Sebastian’s cock and I let him, moaning as the sweet taste of his best friend’s foreskin explodes on my tongue. I nibble on it a bit, not too hard but hard enough to evoke a throaty groan.
“Damn, he’s adventurous,” Sebastian says.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Chris says, ignoring his best friend’s comment.
I watch as their faces meet. They cast me in shadow so I barely see what happens, not that I’m that interested. I mean, I love the idea of my boyfriend and his best friend making out. The sounds of their lips smacking makes my cock twitch. But I love the idea of sucking off my boyfriend’s best friend while they kiss even more.
I let my eyes close and begin to do just that. Blow Sebastian. I work meticulously, the way I always do, licking the right spots. It begins with Sebastian’s foreskin, which I nibble and suckle on. After, when I’ve got him throbbing, I dip my tongue inside of his hood and swirl it. The taste is stronger here. I nearly cave right there and then and turn into an animal, forgetting what it means to please a man.
Luckily, I keep my composure. I swirl until he’s soaked, then I start suckling on his tip. With one hand at his base for leverage, I use my free fingers to peel back Sebastian’s foreskin, exposing the best part of his manhood. I move my mouth lower. He moans above, into Chris’ mouth. I hear Chris chuckle throatily. It makes me do the same. I squeeze my eyes closed to keep my focus.
After a moment, I start to bob on Sebastian’s cock. It’s effortless, I’ve done it so many times. That is, bobbed on a man’s meat. Not on Sebastian’s. Still, there’s no difference in what I do. I suction my lips and stroke the base. I lick his veins and tongue his slit. I don’t forget the balls, every so often dropping down to either lick or suck them, making Sebastian shudder.
I use my hands too. Every good blowjob uses hands. I stroke Sebastian’s base. I tickle his taint. When he’s nice and soaked, I thumb his head. It’s a wonder that he doesn’t cum quickly. He definitely wants to. I can feel the load growing to an uncontrollable size. His balls are tight and his stomach continues to flex. Whenever I reach to touch it, his abs feel more defined. Or maybe he’s just flexing for my sake, which is pretty dumb. He’s sexy enough as is.
Suddenly, Chris pulls me off of Sebastian. I stare up at him expectantly as he says, “My turn.”
I turn on my knees and prepare for my boyfriend’s cock. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Chris hauls me to my feet and sits me on the edge of the table. It’s a small table. If I laid down on it, I wouldn’t fit, which is exactly what Chris is counting on.
After taking off his sweater and revealing those hard lines I’ve spent hours tracing with my fingers, my boyfriend guides me onto my back. The coolness of the tabletop sends goosebumps racing down my arms. I ignore them when I see just what Chris has planned.
“Sebastian,” he says, looking at his best friend, then at the massive tent in my pants.
Sebastian doesn’t need anything explained to do what he does. As Chris leans down and kisses me Spider-Man style (is that the style if I’m lying on a table and not hanging upside down?), his best friend begins to wreck me with his mouth. He starts with tugging off my jeans, then he mouths my thighs. Next, he kisses my dick through my underwear before pulling them down, finally letting my hardon smack my stomach.
“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes, a little laugh hidden in his surprise.
“What?” I ask, suddenly worried.
He laughs again. “You’re bigger than I expected.”
“Does this mean I get to fuck you?”
“Ha.”
I mean to make another teasing remark but my words catch in my throat as Sebastian drops his mouth on my cock. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know a whole lot about what he’s doing. He’s trying to mimic my moves and he’s doing an okay job at it. But I don’t care either way. His mouth is wet and his mouth is warm. He could do the bare minimum and just bob a few inches up and down, and I’d cum. It’s no wonder I nearly do once he starts pulling out some hidden tricks.
“Oh, shit, I think I’m gonna—” I cry out when I feel Sebastian’s tongue on my balls, his throat around my dick.
He pulls off in just the nick of time. “Oh, no you don’t. We’re not even close to being done.”
“Got that right,” Chris says.
It’s just now that I realize he’s been standing over me, not doing anything. When I look up at him, his eyes are trained on me. He’s stroking his Coke-can size meat, slapping it around a little, pinching the tip so some precum leaks out. This he swipes with his thumb, then feeds it to me.
“My favorite food,” I moan.
“Bon appetite then,” Chris says.
And then he pushes his dick into my throat.
I don’t gag. I’ve done this enough times to know how to control that reflex. Instead, I accept Chris wholeheartedly, allowing him to bruise my esophagus and, once he pulls out, slap my face with his spit-soaked dick.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he praises as I smile. “How did I get so lucky? A beautiful boyfriend. A beautiful best friend.”
“Both with great dick-sucking skills,” I say.
“Oh, I know,” Chris smirks. Reading my mind, he adds on, “Yeah, Sebastian’s gotten to me before this. Sorry for not telling you.”
“Fuck me and I’ll forgive you,” I say, serious. Dead serious.
Chris knows it too, which is why before another second can pass he’s switching places with Sebastian. After giving my cock a good once-over, he lifts my legs and starts to tickle my tightness with the tip of his meat. I moan and lean into him, desperate for that first stinging stretch. When it does finally come, I’m a mess.
My head snaps back. My mouth falls open but I don’t scream. Sebastian’s cock makes sure of that. Instead, I let my body tell Chris how much I love his thickness spreading me out. I clench my hole and I flex my dick. I reach blindly and find my boyfriend’s hand and squeeze it. A silent “I love you.”
Chris squeezes my hand back but he has the luxury of speaking. He tells me he loves me too, then tells me how good I feel. He asks Sebastian if my mouth feels just as good and Sebastian nods. “Yeah, dude,” he says. “I could cum right now if I wanted to.”
“Well, don’t,” Chris commands. “I want you to try this ass out when I’m done. We can both breed my boy.”
The thought of having one load in my ass is enough to make my heart race three times the normal rate. Two loads? I practically have a heart attack. I whine so loud that Sebastian laughs. Chris almost does but the sound dissipates into a gasp as he inches all the way inside me.
“God, you’re always so tight. No matter how much I pound you, it’s like being with a virgin each time,” Chris explains.
“Fuck, you better hurry up. I want a go,” Sebastian says.
“Hey, let me have some fun first.”
Chris smacks my ass and it’s all he needs to fuel his desire. Without so much as a grunt as a notice, he begins to drill into me. Hard. There’s no slow burn or buildup. He isn’t cautious. From the get-go, he wrecks me.
He rocks his hips at an alarming pace. His thighs smack into my ass so loud that the sound rings in my ears. His tip pierces my prostate and it feels like a tornado is wreaking havoc inside of my stomach. It churns, flip-flops. The same thing happens in my balls which I feel shrivel up with excitement. I make to massage them but Chris swats my hand away before I can.
“We’re the ones making you feel good,” he tells me, his voice strangled.
I nod and try to acknowledge him but my voice doesn’t really make it past the thickness plugging my mouth. It comes out as more of a gargle, and then I’m gagging. Sebastian pats my face gently but that’s the extent of his care. He doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe. He makes me push through the struggle until I regain my composure. By then, my eyes are leaking and my nose feels stuffy.
Sebastian wipes at a stray tear and tells me, “God, you’re so good.”
“I told you,” Chris says.
He’s still ripping me apart. He hasn’t stopped since the moment he started, which shouldn’t be all that surprising to me. My boyfriend has always had incredible stamina. It’s not uncommon for most of our mornings to begin with sex in bed, then another round in the shower, and a third round during breakfast. Except for the times I ask him not to be, each time Chris fucks me, he does so with animalistic tendencies, making my hole ache by the time he’s done.
Now is no different. My entire body throbs with the force of my boyfriend’s wrecking. I feel like someone has set me on vibrate mode. I’d give anything to always feel like this, the way I do when Chris’ cock is stretching me out.
“Come on, man, you’re being selfish,” Sebastian says suddenly.
Chris doesn’t pause as he asks, “Why? Is my boy’s mouth not good enough?”
“It’s too good. That’s the problem.” Sebastian finally vacates my mouth. I suck in as much oxygen as I can. “If he keeps sucking me the way he is, I’m going to cum.”
There’s a moment’s silence. Near silence actually. The sound of my ass cheeks clapping still rings through the air.
“Fine,” Chris says eventually, finally releasing me.
I find myself wanting him to keep going. The second his dick is out of my hole, I feel myself pulsate. Chris must see it because he laughs. A second later, his fingers are teasing me. I feel them swirl around the lip of my entrance, making me moan. He removes them as soon as he puts them in and brings them to my mouth. I suck, grateful for the taste of us mixed together—his cock and my ass.
“Okay, Sebastian, get down there,” Chris says as I do.
Sebastian doesn’t need to be told twice. He races past his best friend and aligns his cock with my gaping cave. There’s a moment wherein he does nothing. He just breathes. I watch him over Chris’ hand. His chest rises and falls rapidly. It’s then that I realize this is Sebastian’s first time fucking a man.
“Don’t be scared,” I tell him. “I can take whatever you give me.”
“Don’t hold back,” Chris says, backing me up.
Sebastian nods then slips inside. He moves a lot slower than Chris, probably afraid that he’s going to hurt me. I can’t say I blame him. I’ve seen what my ass looks like after Chris has had a go at me. Right now, it probably looks like a warzone. I might be afraid to cause more damage if I was in Sebastian’s place. Or maybe I’d want to. Maybe I’d see the wrecking of my best friend and want to add to it, to make the little slut on the table squeal like a pig.
“Come on,” Chris says, moving to where Sebastian stands.
I watch, leaning up on my elbows. Chris places his hands on Sebastian’s naked hips and guides him in a slow thrust. “It’s no different than being with a woman,” Chris explains. “Just feels a whole hell of a lot better.”
“Tighter…” Sebastian gasps. In his eyes, he appears to be far away, not really present. I wonder if I’m really so extraordinary. And then I remember how fast Chris came the first time we slept together. Thirty seconds was all the time we had.
Chris breathes into his best friend’s ear. “That’s it. Tight, warm, and wet. Go ahead, move a little faster. He can take it.”
I can and I do. As Sebastian picks up the pace, I graciously rock against him. The table begins to groan beneath us. Our moans grow louder and louder until the air is filled with them. In no time, we’re moving with a familiar rhythm. As Sebastian thrusts, I stroke myself. With my free hand, I touch his etched stomach. He lets his hands wander over my body too, massaging my chest and non-existent biceps.
“This feels…so good,” he manages between breaths.
Behind him, Chris continues to nuzzle Sebastian’s neck. I watch my boyfriend give his best friend a hickey, then another and another. With each new mark, Chris moves his lips lower. Before I know it, he’s out of my view, trailing kisses down Sebastian’s back. At some point, Sebastian freezes inside me. I feel his stomach muscles flex and see his face contort into something like amazement.
“Sorry,” Chris says, then reveals his now-wet beard. I realize he’s chanced a taste of his best friend’s ass.
I laugh. “You couldn’t have warned him?”
“That would be too easy,” Chris says, smirking.
And then he’s diving back between Sebastian’s ass cheeks.
It takes a moment for Sebastian to get used to the sensation of someone’s tongue on his hole. Once he does, he continues to thrust into me. It’s true that his pacing is off now and his movements are less calculated, but I still feel the same pleasure as before. My stomach flips and my dick twitches. I feel flames rise from my ass, through my veins, and into my face. I moan and the sound is like a wild animal’s.
“Yes,” I whine. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”
“You feel so good,” he says.
“Oh, god. Just like that.”
I arch my back as Sebastian hits my prostate at just the right angle. For a moment, I wonder if the sensation in my balls is really growing or if I’m just imagining things. But then I cum and I realize that, no, I’m not imagining things. Sebastian is just too good at fucking me. Without ever touching my dick, he’s brought me to that point of no return. Chris has been the only one to ever do it to me. Now Sebastian has. It appears my boyfriend has some competition.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, did I do it wrong?” Sebastian asks frantically, racing to wipe my cum off of my stomach. There’s a lot of it. He only manages to pool it together beneath my chest.
I giggle. “No, you did something very right.”
“Holy shit,” Chris gasps, rising to see the mess me and his best friend have created. Well, that his best friend has created. After all, Sebastian was the one puncturing my button.
Chris moves beside Sebastian and continues, “That’s one of the biggest loads I’ve ever seen from him.”
“Does that mean we’re done?” Sebastian asks, his voice heavy with concern.
I can’t help but giggle again. Before I can explain that we’re far from done, Chris speaks for me. He tells Sebastian that I’m good for another round, maybe even two more, which is true. I’ve come three times in a row before with Chris. With him and Sebastian railing into me, there’s no telling how much cum I can produce.
“So I can keep fucking him.” Sebastian starts back up but doesn’t get two thrusts in before Chris stops him.
“Actually, I wanna try something else.” My boyfriend looks at me. “Baby, get off the table.”
I move obediently. I stand naked in the kitchen and watch Chris bend Sebastian over, into my newly vacated spot. Surprisingly, Sebastian doesn’t fight it. He’s actually smiling as my boyfriend gives him a hard spank. But then his eyes widen in fear as he feels a swollen cockhead align with his virgin hole.
“Wait, Chris, I don’t know if—”
“Just relax,” Chris cuts in. “We can stop if you don’t like it.”
Sebastian looks to be thinking the offer over. After a moment, he nods, a silent, “Okay, we can do this.”
Chris nods too, then begins to inch himself inside Sebastian. He doesn’t make it an inch before his best friend is hissing and begging him to stop. He does but only for a moment, long enough for Sebastian to take some deep breaths.
He starts again, this time making it halfway before Sebastian needs to pause. I bend down and kiss my boyfriend’s best friend. I tell him that if he just lets himself relax, the pain will go away. He looks like he believes me. He smiles when I meet his eyes, then nods. Chris sees.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises.
And he does, at least at first.
Chris finally makes it all the way inside Sebastian. When all that separates them is skin, my boyfriend takes a moment to let Sebastian prepare, and then he begins to thrust. He’s more careful than Sebastian was with me. He grinds methodically, pulling back a few inches and gliding back in. He keeps one hand on the small of Sebastian’s back as he moves. The other keeps Sebastian’s ass open.
“He’s…so big,” Sebastian whines to me.
I swallow his cry with a kiss, then say, “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” Sebastian nods. “It’s a lot better than I expected.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore. Not as much. It’s…a good pain.”
“Yeah?” I squeeze Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “I don’t want it to stop.”
I look up at Chris. My boyfriend’s face is contorted. Perhaps it’s possible that Sebastian is even tighter than me, given that he truly is a virgin when it comes to anal. I can only imagine how good that must feel. That tight, warm, untainted ass. The juices flowing from that untampered prostate. The previously unstretched walls clinging to Chris’ dick. I’m only watching and I want to cum again. Chris must want to explode.
Sebastian reaches for me suddenly. His hand clenches down on my wrist. I look at him and his eyes are glossed over with desire. He’s not entirely in his own mind now, which is the sure sign of ecstasy. Still, he’s well enough to ask me to suck his dick, which I’m glad to do.
I drop below the table. Hidden in the shadows, I can just make out the shape of Sebastian’s uncut slab. I take ahold of it and pump. He’s leaking so much precum that he squeaks in my hand. I like that sound, love it even. It draws me in like the song of the Siren. I can’t resist wrapping my lips around Sebastian’s tip.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I hear him whine above.
Chris laughs breathily. “Yeah, you like that?”
“I do,” Sebastian confesses. “I really do. Fuck me harder. Please.”
There’s no qualm with that request. The moment the words are off Sebastian’s lips, Chris begins to thrust a little faster. He puts some force behind his drives, enough that when his thighs smack against Sebastian’s ass, Sebastian’s cock enters my throat. I revel in the feeling, allow it to be the reign holder. I just sit on my haunches with my mouth open. Chris’ fucking is what makes me suck Sebastian.
“God, that feels so good,” Sebastian whines. “You’re both driving me wild. I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” Chris leans in. I can see him close around Sebastian, then hear his lips smacking Sebastian’s neck. “You want to cum?”
“I need to,” Sebastian declares, his voice shaky.
“Come on, hold out a little longer.”
With those words hanging in the air, Chris pulls out of his best friend’s ass. He stands back and allows Sebastian to straighten. But it seems having his ass defiled makes Sebastian a little weaker than he anticipates. He wobbles on his feet. Chris has to catch him and sit him on the table.
“Just breathe,” he tells his best friend as I rise beside them. “You’ll be shaky for a bit.”
Sebastian shakes his head when he sees me. “No, I need more.”
“You want to keep fucking?” Chris asks.
Sebastian nods. “Him. I want us both to.”
I widen my eyes. I’ve been double penetrated before but it’s been a long time. I can’t even remember what it felt like. It doesn’t matter though. The moment Chris realizes what’s been offered, he faces me and cocks an eyebrow, a silent question. I nod without hesitation, eager for the sensation to be burned into my memory. I forgot my first experience of two dicks in my hole. I won’t forget this one.
Chris guides me onto the table. It’s a little awkward at first. Sebastian isn’t entirely sitting. He’s more leaning. So when I lower myself down on his dick, I do so at an angle. It’s a good angle though. His tip immediately touches my prostate, making me moan into his ear. That moan quickly turns into a howl when I feel Chris enter me, aiming for the same target as his best friend.
“Jesus H. Christ,” I cry, instinctively following the words up with a bite into Sebastian’s neck.
He’s got his hands on my ass. Mine are laced behind his neck. I don’t know where Chris’ are. All I know is that he’s in me and so is his best friend. Together, they begin to bounce me. I move slowly at first, then as fast as they want me to. I don’t beg them to stop. I wouldn’t dream of it. This feels too good. I’m being stretched out to the maximum and it’s everything I’ve ever needed. I don’t ever want them to stop.
“This is…fuck.” The right words won’t come. I don’t need them to though. Chris knows what I’m trying to say.
He pulls me back. Still riding him and Sebastian, I allow him to kiss me. It’s a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks my chin and he bites my bottom lip a couple of times. As he tongues my throat, I finally find out where his hands are. They’re on my shaft, stroking me and fondling my balls.
“Fuck, you two,” Sebastian moans in front of us. “I’ve never had sex like this before.”
“We know,” Chris says, pulling back but keeping his eyes on mine, smirking a little.
For how long they drill into me, I’m not sure. I lose track of time. I try to count out the seconds passed in thrusts and moans, but that’s a fruitless effort. I resign myself to the idea that time just stops when I’m with Chris and Sebastian. As they stretch me open, ruin my most precious spot, the world pauses and waits for them.
“Chris, I really can’t hold it,” Sebastian says, suddenly, sharply.
Chris smirks again. “I won’t make you wait anymore, man. Let’s get him on his knees.”
“I thought…oh, fuck…breeding him.”
“You haven’t seen how pretty my boy is until you’ve seen his face covered in cum. Now come on.”
I’m just as excited as they are when they lower me to the floor. My ass is throbbing. My hole feels as sore as if someone has knifed it apart. But I ignore all that. Instead, I train my eyes above me, where Chris and Sebastian’s hard cocks are being stroked. They’re wet. Precum and my ass juices drip off their tips and onto my tongue. I swallow what I can, grateful for anything.
“Yeah, I’m gonna cum,” Sebastian says when he sees me do this.
Chris strokes faster. “Yeah, paint his face, Sebastian. I’m gonna cum too.”
Together, they explode. I don’t know how it’s possible but they literally paint my face. The ropes never seem to end, not until Chris and Sebastian are shaking. It’s then that the warm smacks stop. I turn and see my reflection in the patio doors. One eye is glued shut. The other can just make out how coated I am. I look like I’m wearing a sheet mask. The loads are that thick and heavy.
I turn back to my boyfriend and his best friend. “Jesus, you two have some huge loads.”
“We had incentive,” Chris says, leaning down to kiss me. It’s something I’ve always loved about him. He’ll kiss me no matter how messy I am after sex.
To my surprise, Sebastian copies him, lingering on my face long enough to lap at some of his and Chris’ seed. He seems to like the taste, going back for seconds, and almost thirds but Chris stops him.
“We have to make him cum,” he explains to Sebastian.
“Oh, yeah,” Sebastian says, his face contorting into something mischievous.
Together, my boyfriend and his best friend haul me back on the table. I’m in the position I was when Chris first fucked me, except he’s not standing at the end of the table. This time, he’s standing at my side. Sebastian stands opposite him. Together, they suck my cock.
It’s a little sloppy, which just makes the sensation even better. They kiss with my cock between their lips. They swirl their tongues, racing them up and down my shaft, then laughing when one catches the other. They spit and the globs of the stuff are thick. They take turns stroking it into my skin.
“I can’t wait for you to cum,” Sebastian tells me.
I moan, unable to say anything when something so heavenly is happening to me.
Chris and Sebastian don’t mind the silence. They just continue to slobber over my rigidness, eventually pulling forth my second orgasm. I don’t see it coming. Neither do they apparently. When it arrives in thick, sharp spurts, they barely have time to back away. It’s partially my fault. I don’t announce that I’m cumming.
“God, he has a big load too,” Sebastian muses as he watches my ropes shoot up and land down on my face, mixing with the already blanketing load.
Chris smirks as he massages my balls. “It’s one of the things I love most about him.”
At last, my excitement dies down. The air is still heavy with our sex though. It takes a while for it to even start to go away. Not that any of us mind. Once our highs are gone, Sebastian, Chris, and I settle around the kitchen table and share a round of beers. I don’t wipe myself clean. None of us put our clothes back on. We just sit in near-silence, the only sound coming from our drinks. When someone does finally speak, it’s Sebastian.
He smirks around his beer. “Well, this was definitely better than that lame-ass party.”
“And carving pumpkins,” Chris adds.
I huff. “Hey, I thought you liked doing that.”
“Yeah, I do, but I like carving you out more.”
As the clock strikes midnight and Halloween is put behind us, we all laugh.