STORY EXCERPT

“Hey, man,” Reagan greeted.

He was beaming widely at Douglas, but he looked tired. Douglas stood and hugged Reagan tightly before pulling the man toward the couch. Then he lay down on the couch with his head resting mostly on top of Reagan’s left thigh.

“You finished earlier than anticipated.”

Reagan nodded. “I did. I was highly motivated.”

“By what?”

“Whom,” Reagan replied.

Douglas frowned. “What?”

“I got things done as quickly as possible because I wished to spend as much time as possible with you and Emmanuel,” Reagan explained, grunting slightly because Emmanuel had sat on his other side and dragged him closer.

Douglas wasn’t surprised upon noticing that Emmanuel had one arm across Reagan’s shoulders. The three of them had always been touchy-feely when they were together, and they were even more so when they were away from the prying eyes of the general public. However, Douglas was shocked, and maybe more than a little bit jealous, when he saw Emmanuel kissing the back of Reagan’s head. It might have lasted for only three or four seconds, but the affectionate display was something new. Emmanuel hadn’t done that to him earlier when there were only the two of them inside the home theater.

He racked his brain, attempting to recall everything that had happened in this room when he was alone with Emmanuel. He and Emmanuel had cuddled close, but aside from that, nothing else had occurred. He was annoyed, but he did his best not to show it on his face. It was difficult, though. Emmanuel was playfully kissing Reagan’s earlobe. He even nibbled on it, and the two men were chuckling while gazing into each other’s eyes. Douglas was about to get up and put some distance between him and the pair of lovebirds when the memory rushed back all of a sudden, and he gasped. Emmanuel had given Douglas a smooch on the back of his neck. However, Douglas had been too distracted earlier, reading the synopsis of the movies.

“Why aren’t we dating yet?”

Douglas hadn’t intended to say that out loud, but he had been too astonished by the memory of what had occurred between him and Emmanuel earlier that evening. The words had come out before he could stop himself. The ensuing silence seemed to last for an eternity, and Douglas chided himself internally. He should have better control over himself, especially his mouth. He must have misunderstood the situation between him, Reagan, and Emmanuel. His friends might be the tactile sort, but they most probably didn’t have any romantic feelings toward him. Or one another, for that matter. Douglas panicked because he thought he had ruined their friendship.

“I would love to take both of you out on dates and do normal boyfriend activities,” Emmanuel replied. “But I didn’t think either of you is interested in me that way.”

Reagan and Douglas gaped at Emmanuel almost simultaneously. Then Reagan suddenly began to chortle in a maniacal way. Douglas wondered if Reagan had lost his marbles or something. He might not be the most perceptive person in the world, but he honestly didn’t know what had prompted Reagan’s odd reaction. No one had cracked a joke or done something ridiculously hilarious.

“You can be so oblivious most of the time, man,” Reagan interjected while grinning at Emmanuel. He also glanced at Douglas. “I got a mad crush on the two of you at first sight, and I still feel that way about you. For your information, I have a few friends whom I’m quite close to, but I’ve never allowed them to be physically affectionate with me. I definitely don’t let them kiss my ear.”

Douglas felt warm all over upon hearing that, and it got so much worse when Emmanuel and Reagan were staring at him. It was obvious that they were waiting for Douglas to confess his feelings.

ADULT EXCERPT

After dinner was over, they cleared the dishes. They were able to finish the task within a short period of time because they were assisting one another. Douglas gladly accepted when Emmanuel offered to give him a massage. Reagan stood and watched from the side. Douglas removed all of his clothes before he got onto the massage table, chuckling a little upon recalling the first time he had climbed up onto it. Back then, he had to struggle with all his might so he wouldn’t pop an erection during the massage. That felt like ages ago. Now, things were different.

At first, Douglas didn’t overthink the situation. He was enjoying the massage, and his dick got hard about fifteen minutes into it, but he ignored it. It wasn’t his fault that he was turned on. He was always aroused around Reagan and Emmanuel anyway. He admired his boyfriends’ muscles whenever he had the chance to. He thought their smiles were sexy, and their buttocks were gloriously magnificent. He liked that they had incredibly muscular thighs and calves, and he was relieved that they never bothered to shave or even trim the hair on their bodies because he preferred hairy men over smooth ones. Their body odors, especially when they were all sweaty and musky, could give him an erection within seconds.

Then he was startled when Emmanuel suddenly started licking at the back of his neck, but he didn’t object. In fact, he welcomed it, and he loved it even more when Reagan joined in. His lovers used their tongues to lap at every inch of exposed skin on his ears, neck, and back, and when they moved even lower, he couldn’t stop himself from rutting against the massage table, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure that was building up down there. Emmanuel and Reagan were doing a great job with their hands and tongues. They were slowly but surely pushing Douglas closer to the brink.

Douglas grunted softly when Emmanuel abruptly inserted one finger deep into his hole, and Reagan added another one mere seconds later. Then Emmanuel put another finger into his hole, and Reagan followed suit. Douglas couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly like a slut in heat, especially when one of his lovers somehow managed to locate that magical spot inside his ass. It got even better when his boyfriends took turns using their fingers to rub against his prostate. If he thought that felt heavenly, it was nothing compared to the moment when his lovers began to eat his ass out.

For the most part, Emmanuel would ream Douglas’s hole before moving away to give Reagan a chance to have a taste of it, but every once in a while, the two of them would do it at the same time. Douglas had never experienced anything like that. Being simultaneously pleasured by his boyfriends in that particular area was a novelty to him, and he would definitely love a repeat performance from them over and over again for the rest of their lives. While doing so, Emmanuel and Reagan were stroking Douglas’s cock or fondling his balls.

It took Douglas many minutes to realize that he had become a drooling and writhing mess on the massage table, loudly begging his boyfriends to get him off because he needed to come really badly, because he had gotten lost in the moment, but those sadistic bastards cruelly subjected him to more torture without allowing him the chance to ejaculate. Reagan and Emmanuel seemed to have somehow agreed, without any verbal exchange, that they would make Douglas suffer for as long as possible. Douglas wanted to reach for his leaking and throbbing cock, but his boyfriends grabbed his hands, preventing him from doing anything with them. He had no choice but to endure the agony in silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Reagan and Emmanuel didn’t restrain Douglas’s movements. Douglas assumed that it was time for revenge. He jumped down from the massage table before pouncing onto his boyfriends like a feral beast, and he wasn’t exaggerating about that. He literally felt like he had lost his fucking sanity. He would probably have torn off his lovers’ clothes in his current state of mind if they hadn’t stepped in to help him out.

Once his boyfriends were naked, he got down on his knees in a hurry before eagerly sucking on their cocks, one right after the other. He also went after their balls. His spit was flying everywhere because he was too riled up to worry about finesse, but his lovers obviously couldn’t care less. Instead, they had their hands on his ears or the back of his head, urging him to take more of their cocks into his mouth and throat. He savored the taste of their cocks, balls, and precum, and the musky scents emanating from their groins.

He was enjoying himself so thoroughly that he got mad when Emmanuel attempted to push him away. Before he could lash out, he was dragged upward until he was standing upright, more or less. The next thing he knew, he had two of Emmanuel’s fingers inside his hole. Reagan must have gone into the bedroom to get the lubricant because he was holding the bottle in his hand. By the time they were all properly prepared for the main event, Douglas felt like he was a second or two away from shamelessly pleading for his lovers’ cocks. He was that desperate for their dicks in his hole.