They kissed, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. The earlier jealousy faded, replaced by a raw lust—for each other. Joe and Greg pressed their bodies closer together, their hands groping wildly at the naked flesh they presented each other. Their cocks were now struggling to rise in what little clearance Joe and Greg allowed between their bodies.
David remained where he was, his hands still caressing, slipping deeper to trace the fuzzy lines of their respective ass cracks. His role in this had changed, and he adapted to that role quickly. “Suck his cock,” he whispered in Joe’s ear. “I want to see you suck his dick.”
Joe sank to his knees, his face sliding down the furry contours of Greg’s torso. Greg’s rod was hard once again, jutting up into the air, its thick, blue-veined shaft throbbing. This hard-on was for Joe and Joe only. A viscous drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit, leaving a shiny trail as it crawled down the underside of the shaft. Joe moved to catch that drop of juice, stopping it in its tracks at the base of Greg’s cock, just before the beginning folds of his nut-sac. His tongue traced the path of Greg’s salty juice, all the way up to the pulsing crown. His lips closed over Greg’s cock. Greg gasped, grabbing two fistfuls of Joe’s sandy-blond hair and sending his dick deeper into his lover’s warm mouth.
“That’s it, suck it. All the way down your throat.” It was David speaking, his voice a barely audible whisper. He’d removed his hand from Joe’s back, needing it to stroke his cock, now inflated to its full size.
Joe’s lips traveled up and down Greg’s cock. His tongue prodded the head. The walls of his mouth closed in around the shaft. Each time he nosedived into Greg’s pubes, Greg felt a wave of pleasure—like the last wave of pleasure, only more intense. Until it was starting to get too intense.
Not saying a word, Greg reached down, hooked a hand under Joe’s arm, and tugged upward. Joe got the hint, reluctantly got to his feet. They shared another long, probing kiss, Greg tasting the subtle flavor of his pre-cum in Joe’s mouth, then moved to the sofa. David moved the coffee table out of the way and sat on the floor so he could get a good view of the action.
With Joe sitting on the sofa, Greg moved on top of him, half kneeling, half lying on him. They kept kissing and groping. Greg was humping his lover, his ass rising and falling. His cock was rubbing back and forth against Joe’s cock, creating a tingling friction. He started moving lower, nibbling Joe’s neck, dragging his tongue into the divide of Joe’s firm pecs, stopping to chew on a hard brown nipple. Then he kept going down, down to Joe’s dick.
Joe’s cock was long and slightly bowed, curving back toward his abdomen. Hard, the tip of his cock nearly reached his belly button. Greg gripped it and pulled it toward his mouth. He gulped down Joe’s dick, his lips coming to a stop inches before Joe’s curly pubes.
His mouth worked on Joe’s cock like a milking machine, making Joe writhe and moan on the couch. The sight made David stroke his dripping nine-incher a little faster with one hand. The index finger of his other hand circled Greg’s hairy asshole.
Slumping further down on the sofa, Joe raised his legs in the air, presenting his butthole to his lover. The tan, pinched ring puckered, parting slightly in anticipation of Greg’s curious tongue. Greg’s fingers gingerly stroked Joe’s ass lips. Clamping his hands on Joe’s sturdy thighs, he buried his face in Joe’s splayed ass cheeks. He lapped at Joe’s asshole, his tongue gently brushing across Joe’s sensitive opening. This tenderness gave way to a fierce invasion, his tongue forcing its way through Joe’s tight sphincter and up into the dark canal of his anus. Joe practically howled as Greg stabbed his asshole repeatedly with his tongue.
“Daaaamn. ” David whistled, impressed by Greg’s maniacal ass-eating. He’d gotten a brief sample of Greg’s anal-oral skill. He knew why Joe was panting and whimpering and trembling like he was. David wished he could get another, more thorough rim job from Greg, but didn’t want to trigger any more feelings of jealousy. Instead, he unzipped his gym bag and rooted around, pulling out a seven-inch-long, three-inch-diameter, peach-colored dildo. He also grabbed his 20 oz. bottle of lube. Once he’d squirted some lubricant on his fingers, David nudged Greg with the bottle.
“Get ’im ready. I wanna watch you shove your dick in that hole,” he said breathlessly, slipping a finger into his own hole.
Greg took the bottle of lube and poured some of the clear, slippery liquid onto Joe’s waiting asshole. “You’ve got a hot ass,” he purred, sliding three fingers into Joe’s butt, shoving them in deep.
Joe’s body melted against the sofa cushions. He closed his eyes and moaned something unintelligible through trembling lips. David was on the sofa now, squatting beside Joe, working the peach-colored dildo into his own hot ass. He groaned right along with Joe, sucking in his breath and clenching his teeth as he filled his butt with the fake dick. David’s very real cock bobbed its oozing head, dribbling pre-cum all over the sofa.
Joe opened his eyes enough to see their hustler perched beside him, fucking his own ass with a dildo. He also saw David’s huge dick, a thin, sticky strand of pre-cum suspended from the piss slit. He smiled broadly, running his tongue over his top lip. He reached out, swatting a finger through the thread of pre-cum and curling it around his finger. Joe stuck that finger in his mouth and sucked noisily. That got a smile out of David.
To his lover, Joe hissed: “Fuck me.”
“Got rubbers in the bag,” David offered, pointing to the gym bag on the floor.
With his fingers still stuffed into Joe’s ass, Greg reached for the escort’s bag, reaching inside and feeling around for condoms (feeling some other things in the process—a cat o’ nine tails, handcuffs). He pulled out a square, plastic packet. He got the rubber on so quickly that it reminded Joe of the porno movies they watched where condoms magically appeared on cocks.
Greg squeezed some lubricant onto his cock, stroking it to make sure it was well coated. He gripped the base of the shaft, feeling his dick pulse inside its latex sheath. Teasingly, he batted the cockhead against Joe’s asshole. He leaned forward, his cock pressing into the groove between Joe’s legs, against his twitching hole. “Like that?” Greg asked, grinding his dick against Joe’s slick butthole. “Feel good?”
David remained beside Joe, watching as the two lovers played out a little game that had probably been played out hundreds of times before. Only this time he was there to see it. Only this time they had David there, jacking off over Joe’s face and shoving a dildo into his own ass.
“Like that?” Greg asked again, his voice a playful singsong.
Joe gasped and grunted. “Oh, yeah.” His chest was heaving. He raised his body, reaching for Greg, his forehead hitting the sticky shaft of David’s prick in the process. “Oooooh,” he moaned, falling back against the cushions.
Greg asked: “What do you want?”
Joe closed his eyes. “Fuh…”
“What’s that?”
“Fuck me!” Joe blurted. “I want to feel your dick up my ass.”
Now that he’d heard Joe ask for it, Greg positioned himself so the head of his dick was pressed against Joe’s ass lips. He moved forward, his cock stretching those lips open, easing past them into Joe’s ass. David wasn’t sure which was hotter: watching Greg’s cock slowly get swallowed up by Joe’s asshole, or watching Joe’s face, contorted in an expression that seemed to say he wasn’t sure if he could take it, but he wanted to take more all the same.
Once Greg was all the way in, he paused. Joe let out a relaxed sigh. Greg leaned over him, so his face was directly over Joe’s. David’s cock was there, too. All Greg would have to do was move his head a little to the left and he could suck on David’s cock while he fucked his lover. But he didn’t. Instead, while looking directly into his lover’s face—at his clenched teeth, flared nostrils, lust-filled eyes—he began to fuck him. Slow, rhythmic pumping at first. Then faster, thrusting into Joe’s ass hard and fast.