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Frankie’s hairy sack was in my mouth before he finished his sentence, my nose buried in his pubes, the base of his thick cock planted firmly against my cheek. I inhaled his scent as I bathed his balls with my tongue, licking them clean, sucking on them and rolling them around in my mouth. His hand grasped the back of my head and forced me deeper between his legs, heavy moans squeezing their way from between his lips.

I was in such ecstasy with my face buried in his crotch that the room went dark. Or maybe my eyes were closed. Or maybe my face was simply obscured by my boyfriend’s thighs. What color were the walls? What was that sound outside the window just now? Did Trent make it out of our apartment? Was he safely on his way back to Jersey? None of it mattered because I was exactly where I needed to be.

Frankie’s grip released my head and I desperately tried to get his cock in my mouth, but I was denied the opportunity. He instead rolled back on the bed and hooked an elbow behind his left knee, giving me access to something else I’d been craving: his tight hole.

Somehow, even with a leg hiked in the air, Frankie exuded masculine energy, a stoic but comfortable ease that seemed to put me in my place between his legs.

I first nipped at his taint, using my tongue to trace the seam between his balls and his asshole, lightly licking and tickling the hairs that curled around each other and added to Frankie’s manly allure. He sighed heavy sighs and verbalized his pleasure as I made my way lower and used the tip of my tongue to trace a route through the crack of his ass.

My teasing didn’t last long, though. A precious prize had been presented to me and I had every intention of accepting it. I soon covered his opening with my lips and kissed him, softly at first, then more aggressively, using my tongue to trace circles around his pucker and open him enough to just barely taste the goodness within.

His earthy musk, the lovely scent that he exuded after a day of traveling, was as deep as it was intoxicating. The sweetest hint of citrus from his soap lay recessive under the more potent mixture of sweat and sex he naturally manifested.

I devoured him without inhibition or pretense, allowing myself to experience him wholly. To indulge in the essence of something so primal, so carnal that many people would deny themselves the opportunity in the name of decency. I was more than happy to feel indecent, to physically express the indecency that had grown paramount in my mind over the last few weeks of bittersweet denial.

Frankie moaned out as I bored myself into him, as I sensually explored his most private place, a place only I was allowed unfettered entry into. Only wild animals whose very nature it was in to burrow through the earth would know how I felt as I attempted to reach depths unreachable. I was desperate to taste more of him, and my dick leaked and leaked at the idea of entering him with my hard cock, pushing myself into him, opening him, stretching him, fucking him until I filled him with my seed.

I wanted that. But that wasn’t in the cards. This was Frankie’s show. He would set the stage and direct. And I had a strong feeling that I would be the one stuffed with his wanting cock tonight. And honestly, my hole was begging for it.

“Get up,” he grunted.

What? No. I wasn’t done rimming him yet.

Frankie repositioned himself on the bed so that his back rested against the pillows, spreading his legs and locking his fingers behind his neck. I crawled onto the bed between his thighs and looked into his eyes, awaiting my next instruction.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I begged, unintentionally bucking my hips at the suggestion.

“Suck it,” he commanded, so affirmatively, so assuredly.

I lowered myself to my stomach and gently kissed the tip of his cock, not only to put my submission on display but to savor the taste of his precome before I swallowed him whole. I licked at the drop cradled in his slit and pulled it into my mouth with my tongue, a clear string of fluid connecting us.

“That’s it, baby. Taste me. Swallow my fucking precome. I know you’ve been hungry for it.”

My tongue darted back out and slid up the underside of his hard dick, barely touching the tip before I opened my mouth and slid his length into my throat once again, pleasuring him, making him feel like the deserving man he was.

Frankie again grasped the back of my head, lightly rubbing at the tight fade of my crew cut as I went to town on him, licking and sucking and teasing him with my tongue. I was so lost in him and the anticipation of my impending orgasm that I didn’t notice the pressure caused by the weight of another body behind me pressing into the mattress. I only noticed when a pair of hands gently gripped my thighs and pulled them apart so the tip of a tongue could be placed against my opening.

Trent’s tongue.

It wasn’t the first time I’d felt that eager muscle tracing lines across my body, forging between my lips, thrusting against my tight hole. I was surprised at first, but I fell right into the sensations, allowing Trent’s tongue to dance around my opening, to glide up and down my crevice, to poke and prod at me until my body allowed him a bit of entry.

He and Frankie had clearly schemed this off-color endeavor up for tonight. They were probably sharing an underhanded laugh as they traipsed down the hallway to our apartment. As they pushed through the front door. As Trent hid in the bathroom pretending to relieve himself, probably stroking himself as he listened to every word I said in praise of my boyfriend’s body. They must have been horned up on their flight, probably brainstorming about the sordid things they wanted to do to me once they arrived back in the city. Perhaps Trent had leaned over the seat and whispered into Frankie’s ear while their fingertips grazed each other’s thighs, hands gliding higher and higher until their unwavering erections became evident to one another.

I doubted it. Frankie would never touch Trent unless I was present. And Trent knew better than to break down that door. Talk, but don’t touch; those were the rules. But when the three of us were together… all bets were off. We’d gotten up to some things in the past, things that I would have been more than happy to repeat whenever the occasion arose.

And now, it had.

Trent had obviously discarded his clothes and waited in the bathroom for his cue, the one where I was told to lie on my stomach and suck my boyfriend’s cock. I could feel his warm flesh against mine as he ate me out, lubed me up for whichever cock I’d be taking first.

Fuck. The thought of being spit-roasted by my sexy boyfriend and his hot coworker had me on the verge of losing my load. I had to control my thoughts and focus simply on the task at hand: deep-throating Frankie’s thick cock, which I was still doing expertly as Trent opened me with his tongue, licking me deep and forcing me out of control.

The feeling was so erotic, one man’s cock burying itself in my throat while another man’s tongue penetrated my ass. The only greater feeling of giving up complete control I could imagine would be to have one of them buried in my hole while the other one fucked my mouth. It would be freeing to give up so much control, to put my pleasure in the hands of others, for them to put their pleasures completely in me.

It didn’t take long for me to find out. Trent soon removed his face from between my cheeks and replaced it with the head of his cock against my knotted bundle of nerves. Spit ran down the crack of my ass and landed on Trent’s dick, and as soon as it did, he began to push himself into me.

I opened up for him without issue. I’d been lubed up well and was so fucking horny that I probably could have taken a baseball bat up my ass had it led to an eventual orgasm.

His manhood felt so good slowly inching into me. Frankie was a bit thicker, a bit heavier, but Trent’s dick was perfect in its own way, long and smooth and always as hard as a rock when it came time for sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Trent moaned as his length disappeared into me, his hands steadying him on either side of my frame, Frankie’s cock still tickling my throat.

Frankie echoed Trent’s words as he watched our friend—his partner at work—ease himself into his boyfriend. Once he was fully implanted in me, his untamed pubic hair tickling my cheeks, Trent rose up and grabbed my waist, pulling my ass up with him until I was kneeling on the bed between them, face down in my boyfriend’s ample crotch.

Slowly, Trent began to rock himself into me, controlling my backside in his firm grip while Frankie palmed the back of my head and held me in place as I massaged his thick cock with my throat. With every breath I took through my nose, I was gifted with the heady scent of Frankie’s crotch, a scent that had translated itself from natural and sweaty to earthy and erotic over the years, a scent that could linger on my mind for days as it fueled filthy thoughts of being taken, of being used by a man like Frankie.

And now, a man like Trent.

They took their time with me, gently easing out of my holes before thrusting back in, slowly enough for me to experience every inch of them but quickly enough for them to accomplish their goals. Goals that I assumed involved using me to get themselves off.

My dick, so hard, so ready to explode, held firm to my tight abdomen as it begged for attention, attention it was not yet allowed to receive. It would do me no good to try to touch myself. My hands were busy massaging Frankie’s balls and steadying myself on the bed. It wouldn’t matter anyway. They would have been swatted out of the way by my boyfriend had I tried. He was still torturing me with the wait.

It wasn’t long before they began to shift positions. They must have agreed to the change with a momentary glance over my elongated frame. Trent pulled himself from me, leaving me feeling empty. And Frankie eased me off his cock, saliva coating it nicely. The break was welcomed even though it left me wanting, desirous to be filled again.

I soon was as Trent stood next to the bed and pulled me by the arms to meet him, my face directly in front of his long dick, shimmering in the light. As I felt Frankie pull up behind me on the bed and easily insert himself into my opening thanks to Trent’s handiwork, I opened my mouth to accept Trent inside me once again.

Deep, satisfying moans hovered above me as I felt the familiar sensations of the girth of Frankie’s dick tunneling its way into my hole while tasting myself on Trent’s length. They had clearly agreed to use me as their fuck-toy this evening. Again, I wondered if they had talked about this on the flight from Mexico, getting themselves horned up over lewd whispers about how they’d use my mouth and my ass for their pleasure.

I felt myself drip on the comforter, precome spilling from my piss slit as they worked themselves into a rhythm, a slow but deliberate cadence. I’d be surprised if I actually had any come left for an orgasm with how much I seemed to be offering during the pre-show.

They rocked themselves in and out of me as I did my best to surrender myself to them, to pleasure them with my body. And just as I’d gotten settled, just as I’d gotten used to the magnificent feeling of their cocks in me, Frankie and Trent removed themselves to trade places once again.

Trent slid back into my hungry hole while Frankie offered his cock to me. I first wanted to work on his balls, though—while I had the chance—so I pulled them into my mouth and rolled them around on my tongue, licking and massaging them as Frankie’s leaking cock rested on my face.

I was beginning to feel like such a little cock slut, such a whore. And I suppose I was. But after weeks of abstaining, after the endless nights of denying myself, I was desperate and voracious to not only satisfy them but to satisfy this all-consuming need in me. The one that had been driving me to madness for at least the last week.

I allowed them to use me, to make me their little slut. I loved it. And I could tell that they loved it too as they switched places again; Trent sliding his cock back down my throat and Frankie burying his manhood deep in my hole. Balls deep. They rode me, increasing the speed of their thrusts as I bounced on the bed between them.

My cock was in danger of exploding as the latent spice dancing on Trent’s pubic hair whirled into my nostrils while his cock drilled its way down my throat. Meanwhile, Frankie hammered into me, grasping my waist in his strong hands, not allowing me an escape route. Hell, I wouldn’t have tried to escape if I could have. I was too caught up in the moment, too eager for a release. Too desperate to taste both of them. To experience both of them inside me at once.

The low grunting that barreled from deep within their chests—from deep within their cores—increased in intensity with each thrust, with each intentional motion. Soon, the low, profound exclamations of oh, fuck and oh, shit would pepper their moans with expletive urgency, more and more so the closer they sailed toward sweet ejaculation.

Sweat dripped from Trent’s chest and drew lines down his abdomen, the sparkling beads nestling in his pubes as I sucked him off. I almost wanted to bury my face in that bush and suck the sweat out while I came. That’s how fucking horny I was.

But this is how it would go: they would come, and then I would finally get the chance to get my rocks off. Once I took care of them, I would be allowed my sweet release that had been waiting in the dugout, eager for its next shot at the plate.

Trent was up first. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him as his cock expanded in my throat, and I was soon filled with his ecstasy. “Fuck, Marco. Take my load,” he bellowed, flexing as he pumped his seed down my throat.

Yes, sir. Anything you want.

As he finished, he tried to pull himself from my depths. But I wasn’t done with him. He’d completed his task, but I needed more. His load had spilled down my throat, denying me a taste, so I trapped him in my mouth and sucked every last droplet of come from his softening cock onto my tongue as he shuddered and moaned.

Frankie was getting so close, probably from watching my hungry mouth devour his friend’s load. He gripped me tighter and tighter as his movements became more stunted and intentional. He grunted from behind me, “You want my load, Marco? You want this fucking load?”

I finally spit Trent’s cock out of my mouth so I could respond. I couldn’t take the chance of Frankie mistaking my silence for a refusal.

“Yes. Fuckin’ fill my hole, babe. Breed me.”

Somehow, Trent’s cock began to plump again as he took it in his hand and stroked it gently, depositing the remnants of his load onto my tongue as he went.

“Oh, fuck,” Frankie grunted. “That’s so fucking hot. Feed him that load, buddy.”

Suddenly, he froze and pulled my ass back onto him with force, burying himself in me to the root. The sight of his friend’s come load in my mouth must have gotten to him.

“Take my load, baby. Take my fucking come,” he finally charged as he emptied himself into me. His orgasm was so powerful. His balls tightened and his cock expanded and I could somehow feel volley after volley of his hot fucking seed shooting into my hole, warm and encompassing. Frankie held me tight as he continued grunting and thrusting into me, giving me everything he fucking had. Everything I’d been waiting for.

But I needed to get off. Now. More than anything.

Eventually, his grip around my waist loosened, and I pulled myself from his hard, leaking cock, a trail of his come painting the flesh between my legs. Turning myself onto my back on the bed between them, I spread my thighs and scooped as much of Frankie’s come from my hole as I could manage onto my fingers, then wrapped my hand around my steel-hard dick and began to stroke. It was my turn to fly, and I had no intention of forfeiting my own orgasm simply because they had finished.

Frankie stepped around the bed and crawled up, his knees on either side of my head. He dropped his waist until his softening cock hung just above my lips. I wasted no time taking him into me and pulling the rest of his seed into my mouth. I tasted myself on him again, and the idea of it was so fucking erotic.

I continued furiously stroking my cock as my boyfriend fed me his. I could barely see anything beyond Frankie’s tanned flesh, but I felt Trent position himself behind Frankie and bury his face in his ass, tonguing at his hole. But apparently, that wasn’t enough to satiate his desire, so he removed himself and stepped around to the other side of the bed, behind me, and fell to his knees, jamming his face into my crevice. Trent desperately feasted on my used hole as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks, finding the taste of Frankie’s come and my ass so enticing that he hummed a desperate moan into me as he did it.

Fuck. They both must have been really hard up to still be so sexually charged after such intense releases.

My eyes were closed when I felt Frankie helicopter himself over me and swat my hand away from my cock, replacing it with his lips, surely tasting his come that had just been buried in my ass. It was too much to handle: the three of us in such a position, so fucking horny, so fucking willing. The thought that the two of them could still be all over me after their powerful climaxes was too much to process. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

I tried to warn Frankie that I was going to explode, but my mouth was full of his cock and my hole was full of Trent’s tongue. At that point, I doubted it would matter where I shot off.

So, I just… did. My muscles tensed and my body flexed and I kicked my legs trying to find any sort of freedom to expel the sexual frustration from my body, but it was no use. Frankie soon got a mouthful of my load, and as he did, he slid further down my erupting cock to take it down his throat. I gushed and I gushed and I thought my soul might escape my body as I fucking bounced off the bed with the force of my orgasm. I moaned so loudly that I spit Frankie’s cock from my mouth just for the satisfaction of hearing the sex dripping from my voice.

Fuck, it was intense. It had been weeks’ worth of waiting and I’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful. I’d never been in such a deviant place that I was literally willing to do whatever to satisfy my needs. It was fucking erotic… and freeing… and hot as hell. And I wanted to do it again.

Just not too soon. I was going to need to sleep the weekend away after that powerful session. My physical recovery would take time. My emotions, however, were swimming in a pool of blissful sexual aftermath.

All of us heaved and panted, sweat dribbling down our frames, trying to catch our breaths as we came down from that ecstatic high.

Eventually, Frankie and I repositioned ourselves on the bed so our heads were leaning against the pillows, him on his side and me on mine. Trent crashed at our feet, naked and sprawled out, the definition of his frame visible in the dim glow of the sun setting through the window. His deflating cock snaked its way across his stomach, a few leftover droplets of come stamping themselves on his abdomen. The sight of him was making me hard again.

Trent’s fingers trailed lines up and down my calf as Frankie raked his fingers over my chest, focusing on my nipple.

“Tell me what you like, Marco,” Trent mocked with a chuckle as he turned his head to face us. “Tell me how much I turn you on.”

The three of us sluggishly laughed as my cheeks flushed.

“Right now?” I aimed my words toward the foot of the bed where Trent’s fingers drew lines on my leg. “Not very much.”

Another bout of tired laughter filled the space between us.

I turned to kiss Frankie softly, leaning my forehead against his. He returned the gesture and we smiled tired grins at one another.

“Yo,” Frankie said, returning his gaze to Trent. “You staying for dinner?”

“Can’t,” he replied, lifting himself from the bed to get dressed. “Gotta get back to Jersey. Collins emailed us when I was in the bathroom. We’ve got a presentation to put together for early next week.”

“Alright. Well, call me tomorrow and we can iron out the details. I’m taking the night off.”

“Cool.”

Once he was dressed, he made his way to the front door. “Thanks for the fun, guys. Let me know the next time you’re up for it.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Frankie relayed.

“Later, Trent,” I added as the front door opened and gently closed behind him, the distinctive sound of roller board wheels on the hardwood floor disappearing down the hallway.

Frankie looked in my direction with a devious smile before bounding up and straddling me, pinning me down with his thighs on either side of my body. “Jesus, I missed you.”

I laughed. “You have no fucking idea.”

He snickered and handed me my phone from the bedside table. “Why don’t you order delivery? I don’t care what. I’m starving.”

“And what’s got you so busy that you can’t order dinner?” I asked playfully.

Frankie winked at me, then lowered his face to my crotch, pulling my half-hard cock back into his mouth. It was so sensitive, but not sensitive enough to deny him.

I smiled. “Got it. I’ll order dinner.”