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Game Stop 3
So, the video games had been played, the pizza had been ordered, delivered and consumed, and it was getting on to mid afternoon. They were due to be picked up in another half hour.
"Umm, I wanted to say something to you guys," I said. "I noticed you dressed up kind of... nicer and you smelled like body spray when you came over. So I just wanted to say that was really... I don't know... "
"Respectful," Tim said. "You guys are really respectful, and we both wanted to say we appreciate that. A-and how special we think you guys are."
They both seemed pleased.
"I have a shocking confession to make, though." All eyes turned to me. "Tim and I sort of compared notes about you guys."
They looked at each other sheepishly.
Tim cut in: "You are both really good lovers. You both have a... huuuh... " he ran out of steam.
I finished for him. "You are both really... good at being intimate. That's seriously sweet and... "
Tim recaptured the thread and finished: "And it gives both of us a major bone just talking to each other about you. Seriously."
They were both looking surprised and even more pleased.
"I don't want to be pushy?" I said. "But can I make a little request?"
They both nodded and smiled and mumbled.
"Ben, would you please go over and put your arms around Jimmy. And kiss him? That okay, Jimmy?"
Jimmy smiled broadly and nodded, looking at Ben.
"And we'll turn our backs," volunteered Tim. Ben was moving to take Jimmy into his arms, as we turned away.
We waited. Looking sidelong at each other. And waited. And listened. And waited. We started to hear little soft sounds. Little wet sounds. Little hums of pleasure. Finally, it was too much. I turned and peeked. So did Tim. His eyes widened and then twinkled at me.
They both had their eyes closed and their hands in each other's hair. They were trying to be quiet. So were we. We waited until one eye opened. Then looked over at us. Jimmy's. Ben must have felt something in Jimmy's posture, 'cuz his eyes opened too. The kiss fell apart because they were both grinning. The grin turned to a laugh and they both looked excited and embarrassed and happy.
They had a standing invitation to come over the following Saturday. When I opened the front door, they had their pinkies discretely hooked in each other's front pocket. And they were each holding some flowers, clearly picked from one of their moms' gardens. But flowers! They brought fucking flowers. Keep that shit up and they might end up straight.
Jim presented his to me, and Ben held his to the side and hugged Tim, kissed his head, and then handed his bouquet to Tim.
Tim's voice was a little husky. "Flowers... That's really sweet of you guys. Nobody's ever given us flowers."
"We, uhh, just wanted to thank you for, uhh, helping us get... past the bullshit and get together," said Ben.
"And for being cool guys," Jimmy said, with his face close to mine.
I saw a definite glint of tears in Tim's eye.
"So," he joked, "You're gonna give us the bad news." They both looked quizzical. "You're together now and not looking to add two strangers to the mix."
They just grinned at us, and at each other, happy. Ben reached out his arm and took Jimmy's free hand.
"You aren't strangers any more," said Ben.
"So. What's on the menu? Upstairs for a little nookie? You two together. Or cuddle and watch a movie? Or... Or... Kick your asses at THIS?" Tim leers and flashes the cover of the latest game that just this morning got delivered from Amazon. Both their eyes light up. But...
"Nookie," they both say, and then crack up.
Tim looks from Ben to Jim and back. "I guess it'd be a sad state of affairs if you'd skipped nookie just to play some screen game."
"Inh, he'd still be here after I DOMINATED," said Jimmy. "But I still vote for nookie."
"Trust me," said Ben, "He'll always vote for nookie."
"Let's head upstairs," says Tim, and takes the drink orders. I fetch. When we get there, they have a surprise for us.
Jimmy pulls me to one side. Ben pulls Tim to the other. They exchange a look and both fall to their knees and go for it. It was the first time Tim and I ever watched each other get sucked by another person. Standing and having someone suck you and hold your balls was real different. It felt good (duh), but being at the other end of the dominance equation was strange and cool. It took a little bit of sorting out and then I figured out how to take on the role of suckee.
I let Jimmy have the dick. I jutted it out and let him hold and kiss my balls, I fed them to him. He moaned and it incited me to rub my dick hot on his face and make him chase the tip to take it back into his mouth and down to the base, moaning. I felt a surge of male... something, but a soft sweetness at the same time.
I looked at Tim. Tim looked at me. We could each see the other had just gone through the exact same progression.
There is this point, though -- and it's not necessarily all that subtle -- where the initial rush of delight settles into the happy work of giving pleasure and of reaching for release. I saw Tim was there, too.
I reached down and pulled Jimmy to his feet. My boner was wagging sort of comically, as I led him over to Ben, whom Tim was also pulling to his feet. We handed them into one another's arms and I took Tim into mine.
"Your place or mine?"
We used my bed. I sucked him until he forced me to turn around for a sweet, twinny 69 and a blazing cum that really was unexpectedly emotional and toe-curling. Afterwards, we lay in each others arms, breathing cum on each other, drowsy and smiling.
We heard Tarzan from Tim's bed.
"Ben's done, anyway."
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