MISSING THE LAST TRAIN HOME Ð PART 1 by itchtoscratch
©2023 Itchtoscratch
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This is my first submission to Nifty. I still remember coming across the archive years ago when I was still in the process of coming out. And as much as I love to watch some porn, I've kept coming back to this site over the years and found many stories which do the job much better than any filmed scene ever really has. I want to do some more straight to the point stories in the future, but this one's a bit more of a slow burn. If this isn't your thing, the rest of the archive awaits you! But please stick around, give it a read and see what you think. I think this holds together fairly well on its own, but there's at least a second part brewing in my head. Would you like to read more? What did you think? What do you think should happen next? Comments, reactions and constructive feedback welcome to itchtoscratch69@gmail.com
"Fuck it!"
Danny's uncharacteristic yell ricocheted across the platform as the lights of his last train home receded into the darkness. As we stood there in defeat, Patrick panting for breath with his hands on his knees, the misty drizzle in the air found its backbone and intensified into a more serious downpour.
I clapped Danny consolingly on the shoulder. He turned towards me, visibly juggling his options in his mind.
"Maybe I can get an Uber?"
"No!" I objected. "You know you'll pay more than we spent all night on that distance!"
"Maybe if I get the next train to Chranstone, I could walk from there?"
The rain intensified further, making its point in a very unsubtle way.
"You can't be serious? In this rain?" I gripped his shoulders in my hands and shook him slightly. "Just stay with us!"
Danny's brows furrowed more, if that was possible.
"I couldn't put you outÑ"
Patrick, now recovered from our last dash sprint for the train, interrupted, knocking aside any chance of rejection with a slightly boozy, "Of course you can Ð it's no bother at all. Mi casa es su casa, and all that."
He gestured grandly and camply around him at nothing in particular, making me grin.
"The guest room is already made up and it's delightful!" he drawled, and Danny's worried expression softened cautiously.
"Are you sure?"
I grabbed Patrick by the shoulder in a warm hug to signify our united position on this.
"Of course we are! Come on! Let's get a move on before we're completely soaked!"
"Home James!" Patrick declaimed loudly, pointing randomly attaway and attracting more than a few quizzical frowns from the other bedraggled last train homers huddling under perspex shelters against the cold night rain. Grabbing my hand, fearless and unashamed as always, Pat gave me a quick kiss, just a little sweet and boozy from that last craft beer he'd downed. Mango, I thought absentmindedly, nice. His kiss deepened, just for a second, and I let out a soft contented sigh.
"Come on gorgeous", he said warmly, tugging at my hand, "Let's get you home and out of these soaking clothes!"
He winked theatrically with his usual sledgehammer subtlety, and I grinned apologetically at Danny, rolling my eyes.
"Wondering what you've got yourself into?" I asked.
He laughed, pushing his fingers through his now wet hair.
"Nah! Anything's better than being stuck in this rain! Even an unexpected audience at the palace with his highness over there! Thanks, I really appreciate you guys letting me stay. Let's go!"
Patrick clutched his imaginary pearls in faux outrage at Danny's comment and, still laughing, we headed for the station exit to look for a cab.
It'd been a good night and while we were all a little the worse for wear, nobody was out of it. The drinks and the company gave us all a warm internal glow and despite the slanting rain, the world felt soft-edged and fuzzy. I squeezed Patrick's warm hand a little harder and smiled as he squeezed back in return.
Danny and I had been working together for a couple of years now at Pemberton Solutions and we'd hit it off almost immediately, quickly establishing an after works drinks routine once every few weeks. For a couple of months, it had just been Danny and me. But Patrick lectured in Business Studies at the local college not far from us, so one night he'd joined us.
I remembered being a little worried about introducing them; you wouldn't automatically have pictured them as friends. Danny wasn't shy, but he was quite reserved. At work, he had loads of ideas but was usually reticent about bringing them up in meetings, preferring to catch up with people later to share his thoughts. I had noticed early on that when he had something important to say, he would start chewing on the corner of his top lip. I think that maybe that's where our friendship started: with me taking care to involve him in discussions at the right points, but not to push or expose him when he was still thinking things through. After a few weeks he'd noticed and cautiously thanked me. I'd thanked him in return for pointing out the massive flaw in the proposal that idiot Tom had made at our last meeting. And that had kind of been that. Pat, on the other hand, was naturally a people person. He loved his work and was generous with the time and support he showed to his students. His lectures weren't what you'd expect either Ð they were performances. Early on, not that long after we'd started dating, I'd snuck into the back of one of his classes and sat there amazed as he commanded the rapt attention of his students on what, in anyone else's hands, would have been a very boring discussion of effective teamwork strategies for new start businesses. Patrick could be very much in your face, but somehow, he was never overbearing. If he was a performer, he was one who paid close attention to his audience, modulating his delivery to perfectly match their needs. Pat didn't force himself into the spotlight, really, but it was just like the spotlight was a natural place for him to be.
Despite these differences, the two of them clicked immediately. Patrick seemed to know instinctively how to put Danny at ease, but also how to push gently at his boundaries, to encourage him to come out of himself a little more. Watching them chat and argue about whatever the topic of conversation was, it was great to see some of Patrick's shine rub off on Danny. Seeing a bolder, more confident Ð and sarcastic! Ð side to Danny emerge over time made me happy and, weirdly, kind of proud of both of them. We were all good friends now. But at this precise moment, we were also getting soaked to our skins.
Forty minutes later, most of which had been spent in the pissing rain flagging down unresponsive bastard taxi drivers, we slopped through the front door, bedraggled and dripping from the downpour outside. Patrick kicked off his shoes and sloughed his soaking coat straight onto the floor.
"I'm changing!" he threw backwards, as he clumped inelegantly up the stairs to our bedroom. "Scott'll get you a drink and I'll get you a towel and something to wear."
Danny looked embarrassed as he carefully hung his wet jacket on the hooks by the door.
"I don't want to be any troubleÉ?"
"You're not!" I reassured him. I kicked off my own shoes before picking up Patrick's discarded coat and hanging both on the knoll post at the bottom of the stairs. "What'll it be? We've got most things. Another beer? Baileys? Whisky?"
Despite the fair amount we'd drunk that evening, I saw Danny's eyes light up at the mention of whisky.
"Ok! Whisky it is! And as our honoured guest, I'll break out Patrick's single malt, which he seems determined to keep until doomsday!"
This elicited a short barking laugh from Danny. From somewhere upstairs I heard a muffled protest from Patrick.
"No you won't! He's not that good a friend!"
"Ignore him," I told Danny, laughing. "Just go on through to the sitting room," I continued, pointing to the room on the right. "I'll get the glasses and be right back."
As I turned to head to the kitchen, Patrick came pounding down the stairs in his favourite grey cotton shorts and a fresh white t-shirt, arms full of fluffy towels and various items of dry clothing for us both. With an internal groan, I noticed that he'd dispensed with underwear and was freeballing towards us, apparently blissfully unaware that everything was jiggling about in a manner that left little to the imagination. I decided not to risk a backwards glance at Danny to avoid making anything more of this than it was but put it this way: if Danny had been wondering whether Pat was cut or not, he wouldn't be anymore.
Patrick bustled past me at the foot of the stairs, planting another quick affectionate peck on my cheek, and proceeded to harry Danny into the sitting room, chattering away and thrusting towels and sweats at the poor man like some fierce but friendly washerwoman. I grinned as they disappeared and padded down the corridor, keen to sort the drinks so I could change out of my clothes which were beginning to congeal coldly around me.
Patrick and I had been together ten years and no man had ever made me so happy. No matter his day, he always had time for me. He was always himself in ways which he took for granted but which I never found less than brave. And man, did he make me laugh. That he was also gorgeous, athletic and slim with a deep red carefully cropped beard and bright blue eyes, was also a bonus! And when he kissed meÉ
Drinks!, I scolded myself, pulling out the good tumblers and reaching into the back of the drinks cabinet where Patrick had attempted to hide his treasured single malt. Guests now, kisses later!
When I walked into the sitting room clutching the whisky and tumblers in my hands, Danny was pulling on a pair of my old grey joggers, half turned away and looking a little embarrassed.
Patrick was sprawled on the couch opposite, entirely oblivious.
"Pat!" I scolded him. "You couldn't have given the man some privacy?"
I turned to Danny, "Danny, mate. Sorry aboutÑ"
Patrick spoke over me, eyes wide with faux innocence.
"Danny was clearly freezing and at risk of a chill, so I thought it more important to start the fire and get him out of those things than to send him off to some far corner of the house to change! I am a saint, not a sinner, and you should reward me with booze!" He rattled an imaginary empty glass for added effect. "Isn't that right, Danny?"
Danny, of course, looked slightly mortified as he nodded his shy agreement while struggling to pull his leg through the tight legs of the joggers Patrick had provided.
"It's fine!" he insisted, still hopping on the spot. "Thanks for the change of clothes, really!"
He finally got his leg into the joggers and pulled them up with a satisfied sigh before quickly stripping off his damp work shirt. Danny had a slim athletic build, similar to Pat. But where Pat had only a sparse patch of dark red hair between his pecs, Danny was darker with denser hair which spread across his chest and down. Danny roughly rubbed the guest towel Patrick had thrust at him over his furry chest and shoulders to dry them off before burying his head in the towel to vigorously dry off his wet hair.
I noticed Patrick's bright eyes raking over Danny's chest with undisguised appreciation and I widened my eyes at him in admonishment, silently mouthing, Down boy! But to be honest, my eyes drifted back to Danny, and I couldn't help but drink in this unexpected view. As my eyes followed the trail of dark hair that led down his flat stomach to the waistband of his joggers, it was Patrick's turn to catch my eye, and he did so, head cocked, eyebrow raised in judgement and mouth twisted into a smug smirk that required no words. I blushed just a tiny bit and flashed my beautiful man an apologetic grin of gritted teeth.
"Right!" I declared, determined to break the mounting awkwardness, "Let's get started on Pat's secret stash!"
Once I'd dealt with Patrick's outraged protests and poured everyone a drink (a large one, mind, as Patrick soon overcame his objections and unashamedly bawled, `More! More!', at my initially modest serves), I pulled off my own sodden polo neck before towelling quickly and shoving the t-shirt Patrick had brought me down over my head.
As I fought to shed my tight wet jeans, grunting at the effort, Patrick wolf whistled gleefully, and I sighed patiently. Turning my head to apologise to Danny for my shameless boyfriend, I suddenly realised why Pat had been so appreciative. As this had been a night out, I'd promised Patrick some fun later and at this, he'd insisted I `dress for the occasion', as he'd put it. So, instead of my usual plain boxers or briefs under my sensible chinos and polo shirt workwear, I'd left for work that day sporting a jockstrap, one of Patrick's favourites in fact, an old and slightly frayed white Bike with the thick waistband that he loved me in (and out of). Not only that, as I'd been facing away from Danny for modesty's sake, I had, in fact, been brandishing my bare hairy ass in Danny's direction for the past minute. Blushing properly now, I stammered an earnest apology to Danny.
"Fuck! Danny, sorry, I forgot, I'm so embarrassed. JesusÑ"
As Patrick laughed wickedly at my embarrassment, this time Danny interrupted, brushing away my words:
"I've seen worse in the gym changing rooms, mate Ð have you seen those pants with the weird front pouch things?"
He sounded relaxed but I was still worried I'd made him uncomfortable. His tone was joking enough, but I could see a faint pink wash to his skin. Was it just the drinks? I cursed my carelessness. But as I went to continue apologising, Patrick cut through the tension with an appreciative cackle:
"Oh god, yes! The ones that make everyone's junk look like sad little baby orphan elephants?"
As Patrick made a slow little swaying trunk with his middle finger, I helpfully hummed Nelly the Elephant at a woozy funereal pace and we all cracked up, the awkwardness over. Patrick, of course, took it that little bit further than necessary and added, waggling his eyebrows,
"Still, those pouches come into their own for the growers!"
Danny definitely blushed a little this time and, finally extracted from my jeans, I pulled the soft jersey shorts over my arse, plumped myself down beside Patrick and pulled him into a hug. This only caused Patrick to howl in disapproval as he struggled to keep his whisky in the glass, but that was, of course, the point of my little distraction and I congratulated myself on steering the conversation away from an appreciation of locker room dick.
With all of us now changed and more or less dry, we lounged in the soft squishy sofas and chatted easily as the warmth from the fire and the whisky in our bellies slowly melted the chill in our bones. Patrick had always been a very tactile person and that behaviour only increased when he'd had a drink or two. My mind drifted out of focus, and I lay back, enjoying the company. Patrick was resting against me, nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder while talking animatedly to Danny about something apparently really important (although at this stage, I couldn't really have told you what that was). He grazed his fingertips lightly up and down the inside of my thigh, bringing goosebumps to my skin. Danny also seemed completely relaxed now, our earlier awkwardness forgotten as he stretched out on the sofa, his toes wriggling in appreciation of the warm glow from the fireplace. Our conversation was easy Ð it always was Ð and we drifted across topics with no real urgency Ð work (each of us checking the others from dwelling too long on frustrations or gripes), the general disarray of politics and what everyone was watching on Netflix. As Patrick snuggled into me a little more, I gently ran my fingers through his short straight hair, stroking the velvet fuzz where the base was clipped short. Patrick murmured in approval and, stretching like a satisfied cat, twisted round to kiss me. The feel of his soft lips against mine and the burnt notes of the whisky on his breath sent a jolt through my body that went straight to my cock. Unconsciously, I returned his kiss with a low `mmmmm', deepening it for a moment, my breath hitching as his lips pushed at mine and I felt the gentle pressure of his tongue.
Clearing my throat, I sat up a little, which only caused Pat's lips to slip down to my neck, where he continued to nuzzle his lips against me contentedly. A little more roughly than I intended, I shrugged him off, drawing faint grumbles of protest from Patrick. Conscious that Danny was opposite, his eyes on us, I kissed Patrick apologetically on the top of his head.
"Sorry, Danny," I offered, genuinely. "Uh, it's getting late, maybe we should head upÉ?"
I was sorry Ð Pat was the brave one whereas I always tended to shy away from any really obvious PDA. Even in the privacy of my own home, I noted sourly. But I wasn't ashamed. In fact, Patrick's kiss had felt so good that at this point I was more than a little worried the thin shorts I was wearing would do little to disguise my arousal. Turning a tight apologetic smile on Danny, I tried without much success to surreptitiously adjust the increasingly uncomfortable swelling inside my jock.
If Danny had noticed, he showed little sign. He stretched again then tipped his tumbler back to slide the remains of his whisky down his throat. The sight of his throat moving, swallowing, was oddly compelling to me in that moment. Setting down his glass, his movements a little drowsy, he rubbed his hand across his forehead and through his hair, and sighed,
"Don't you mind me, boys; you guys look great together."
As the words left his lips, I swear his previously relaxed body seemed to freeze imperceptibly into place. Pat also stiffened beside me; his lips frozen against my neck. Slowly, Patrick turned his head to look at Danny and a loud `Uh oh!' sounded an alarm inside my head.
Patrick's head was cocked slightly, his expression quizzical and appraising.
"Do you really think we look good, Dan?"
Danny's eyes were widening. There was an hint of panic in his eyes but then, after what felt like the longest pause, as if almost disbelieving his own actions, he nodded.
"Sh-sure," he replied, and his tone sounded slightly incredulous, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was saying.
Is his voice actually quavering a little?, I wondered.
"You guys are great looking. This is your home, and you shouldÉ" He gulped again, his eyes darting between us. "You're entitled to be exactly as you want to beÉ I'm, I'm just a guestÉ I wouldn't dream ofÉ You can do anything you wantÉ"
Danny's brain seemed to have disconnected somewhere and I could see him grasping for the right words and, each time, finding them just out of reach. But Pat just nodded slowly, agreeing.
"Thanks Danny. I appreciate you saying that."
He paused a second, as if mulling something over in his mind and the internal uh oh in my head ratcheted up into an urgent Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. My arm tightened around Pat's shoulder in a silent plea.
Whatever he'd been thinking, clearly Pat had made up his mind because he continued, quite carefully,
"But I don't want to make you feel awkward. I'm sorry if I did, Dan."
But Pat didn't sound sorry. He didn't sound mad or angry either, but nothing in his response dissipated the growing tension in the room. Or inside my jock.
As I opened my mouth to change the subject and steer us back to safer ground, Patrick cut me off.
"But Ð you said it yourself Ð Scott's very handsome and sometimes I just have to kiss him. You're not embarrassed if I kiss Scott, are you?"
Not waiting for an answer, to my amazement, Pat turned back to me, his eyes now intense, bright and Ð shit! Ð very horny, and he kissed me. But this was not the soft nuzzling lip lock we'd shared a few moments ago. I felt his hand on the back of my neck and he pulled me into the kiss, our lips mashing hard together. It felt good and I moaned soft and low, beginning to lose myself to the horniness of whatever this situation was.
My mind reeled. Is this really happening? This could be a massive mistake. We're good friends Ð shit, Danny and I work together every day! Am I really going to fuck all this up because I'm feeling drunk and horny?
Pat broke away from the kiss, leaving me panting slightly and turned back to Danny.
"Did we offend you, Dan?"
Danny was staring, slightly open mouthed. His hand was unmistakably pressed against his groin, kneading what looked like a very promising bulge. My own dick twitched at the sight.
As if my movement broke the spell, Danny blinked and gulped again, before stuttering,
"I, uh, well Ð no. No. I'm not offended."
"Good," Patrick replied firmly. The unexpected authority in his voice was softened by the clear hint of mischief wrapped around it. "But to be clear, you said we should feel free to do anything in the privacy of our own home, right?"
Danny nodded hesitantly.
"So you wouldn't be offended if I did this, then?"
Not taking his eyes off Danny, Patrick gripped my package in his hand and squeezed. I groaned louder now, all good sense vanishing as Patrick roughly cupped my heavy balls through my shorts.
I could see Danny watching us, his eyes wide, locked on mine. His hand was kneading his groin with greater urgency.
"No," he replied, a little more clearly this time. "NoÉ I'm not offended at all." He seemed to reach a decision in his head as I could see his heated gaze intensify with resolve. When he spoke again, his voice was deeper. "I'm not offended. But I am fucking turned on."
His eyes continued to bore into mine and I couldn't look away as Patrick turned and ground his lips into my neck, while his deft fingers continued their thorough inspection of my groin.
As my eyes tracked down Danny's chest to the thick bulge pressing out against the joggers he wore, I managed to find my voice and croaked, "I can tell."
Patrick kissed me urgently again and I watched as lust darkened Danny's expression in a way I hadn't seen in my mate before.
Pushing himself to his feet with a grunt, Patrick turned to face Danny. Unbidden, I scrambled to my feet and moved against him. Whether this was a good idea or not, I was too turned on now and without thinking, I wrapped one arm around his chest and began to softly grind my cock against his ass. I lowered my head and nipped at his neck with my mouth, eliciting a soft hiss of pleasure from Patrick that only made me harder still.
Danny rose smoothly from the sofa, all sleepiness banished from his expression. He took a step towards us, and I could feel the blood pumping in my veins.
But Patrick's arm shot out and planted itself in the centre of Danny's chest, bringing him to a halt. Danny looked surprised, a little of that uncertainty and nervousness suddenly returning to his eyes. As Patrick moved almost imperceptibly back against my cock, making me moan and resume my hard kisses along his neck, he began to speak:
"Before we go any further, Danny, I need us to be clear about some things."
As it dawned on Danny that this was not a rejection, I saw the heat return to his eyes, and he nodded.
"Scott and I care about each other very much. We do play together on occasion Ð obviously," he added, somewhat redundantly. "But on the occasion that we invite someone to join us, we're not looking to take advantage of some drunk straight boy down on his luck." Danny looked confused, maybe even a little hurt, but Patrick shook his head reassuringly. "Don't get me wrong Ð I mean it when I say we both care about you very much."
I nodded emphatically. I didn't want this moment to fuck up everything we had as colleagues and friends.
"But I'm not doing this just so Little Boy Blueballs can get a bonus blowjob." He raised an eyebrow in challenge. "So if you're in, you're all in. Are you okay with that? If you're not, just say. We'll all feel a little embarrassed tomorrow, but it will be fine."
For a moment, Danny looked gobsmacked.
"Little Boy Blueballs?" he asked, choking down a laugh, "Really?"
"Chuckle all you like, Dan" Patrick's tone was blunt, but not unkind. "Either way, Scott and I will get our dicks sucked tonight. But you?" He looked pointedly at long cylinder clearly outlined in Danny's joggers. "That dick of yours looks like it's about to rip a hole in those joggers, soÉ"
Danny's eyes darkened again, and he roughly palmed his hardon through the sweats, wincing as an answering jolt of pleasure shot through him. The laughter died, replaced by a hungry look that told me much of Danny's current thinking was now being done by his cock. And while I could hear a tiny distant fist banging against my skull shouting something about poor decisions, I felt the same way.
There was something about Patrick's unexpected calm authority that had me thrumming with desire. From sleepy nuzzling to this steely ringmaster I held in my arms, I understood that tonight, he'd be in charge. I wanted badly to please him. I moved one hand down his body and then beneath the waistband of his distended cotton shorts. Squeezing his cock firmly, my hand came up sticky with his precum. Lasciviously, shamelessly, my eyes never leaving Danny's, I brought my hand to my lips and licked at his flow.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, as he watched me swallow Pat's copious cream. Danny was transfixed, groping at his groin, his palm stroking that firm length still trapped beneath his joggers. His eyes darted over us, seemingly unable to decide where to rest, although they lingered, always, on the spreading wet patch where Patrick's stiff cock pumped its impatience into the stretched confines of his shorts.
Finally, his mind seemed to snap into some sort of focus because he nodded.
"I get it. I Ð I'm bi anyway." He flashed a guilty look at me and shrugged apologetically, as if his failure to discuss his sexuality with me was somehow a fault as opposed to a simple choice that had always been his to make on his own terms. "It Ð it just never came up before."
Patrick, ever alert to a pun, snorted softly, but Danny pressed on.
"You never asked, Scott, and I've just mostly been with women so far but Ð "
Patrick patted his chest, reassuringly.
"Good. As long as we're clear."
Danny stopped short, nodding again, his breath shortening with clear desire.
"Crystal."
That anxious questioning look that was so much part of Danny's normal expression faded and was replaced by a horny grin that I found myself mirroring. Fuck, I wanted to see him naked.
As if he had heard me, Patrick spoke:
"Okay Danny. Strip."
The previous lightness to Patrick's voice had hardened again into command and I shivered. But as I began to slide Patrick's t-shirt up his body, he stopped me.
"Just Danny for now, Scott. We both enjoyed the preview so let's enjoy the show."
And then to Danny: "Slowly."
Danny gripped his t-shirt and pulled it carefully upwards. As his body stretched, pushing the sweats a little further down, I drank in his tight stomach, then his firm pecs, still clearly defined beneath his dark chest hair. His nipples were deep pink and hard and I wanted very badly to abandon my position to suck on them. Throwing the t-shirt to one side, Danny quickly moved to push down his sweats and underwear, but Patrick stopped him with a single tut.
"Just the joggers for now, Dan. Plenty of time for the rest."
Danny let out a low growl and I ground my teeth in shared frustration, but Patrick just chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. As if in consolation, Pat moved my free hand back into his shorts, pressing it against his rigid cock. I curled my hand around it and began to stroke up and down. Danny pushed the joggers down to his ankles and, after a second or two of hopping around on one foot then the other, threw them to join the puddled t-shirt on the floor.
"Fuuuck", I hissed.
Danny was naked now apart from some dramatically stretched white Calvins that did little to preserve any modesty he had left. He looked fantastic. He was handsome with soft brown eyes and long dark lashes beneath a messy fringe of wavy short hair. I knew from our conversations that he kept himself in shape but seeing him standing in front of us like a model waiting to be drawn, I couldn't help the low whistle of appreciation that escaped my lips. The treasure trail of hair I'd so hungrily followed earlier spread beneath his belly button into a wider patch. Beneath and, if anything accentuated by the thin white material covering it, I could see the outline of his long hard dick snaking across his thigh, straining against its confinement. His legs were surprisingly muscled too (somewhere in my head I remembered he cycled a lot) and like his chest, covered in dark hair.
Patrick moved closer to Danny so that they were standing face to face, so little space between them I couldn't believe they weren't already kissing. But there was no question of Danny making the first move. Even unspoken, we both seemed to understand that Patrick was running the show tonight. The tension was broken when Danny moaned. Patrick was slowly moving his hips from side to side and from the expression on Danny's face, I could tell that Pat was dragging his own firm hardon back and forth against Danny's.
"Scott?" Patrick asked lightly but firmly. "Stand behind Danny."
I didn't need to be asked twice. As I moved quickly to my position, Danny's eyes flicked down to my shorts, also distended and straining wetly against my bulging groin. I grinned at him and squeezed at my cock. He flashed me a smile in return: horny, keen and ready.
I pressed myself into Danny's back and arse, the feel of his body against mine like an electric shock to my system. I gripped his hips and heard a soft sound from Danny as I pushed my groin against his arse. I wanted to be naked. I wanted him naked. The thin barrier of our clothes felt like torture. I slid my hands roughly up his body to grab at his hairy chest and pull him tighter against me. As I did, I felt a sort of release in Danny and his body softened against me, surrendering to my hold. Patrick pressed forward to claim Danny's lips in a kiss. I watched, wide-eyed with want, as Patrick's eyes closed, and he moaned into Danny's mouth. As my hands explored Danny's chest, my lips locked on his neck and I ground my stubble against his pale skin, nibbling upwards to that sensitive point beneath his ear. Danny's breath hitched at our double assault and he returned Pat's kiss hungrily, their hard covered cocks now grinding against one another. Pat broke the kiss and dragged my head forward to kiss me. Seizing the opportunity, Danny dove onto Pat's exposed neck, crying out softly as we pressed tightly against him from both sides.
As we kissed, we began to move, to share each other. Danny twisted between us so that now his lips were on mine, my stubble grinding against his, both of us gasping into each other's mouths, our tongues thrusting and wrestling for dominance. Danny twisted again, and I groaned as his trapped dick dragged against mine. Patrick held him by the back of his head, his fingers tangled in his tousled hair, and devoured his mouth, eliciting further groans of abandon from Danny. My senses felt overloaded and all I wanted was to touch, to be touched, to feel!
My hands moved over Danny's body with growing urgency. Clutching at his chest hair, my hands thumbed and gripped at his hardened nipples, eliciting sharp noises from Danny. Danny's body twisted and we kissed again, my hands entangled in his hair, his hands clutching at my t-shirt, lifting at it, desperate to remove it.
As I felt his hard hairy stomach against my own, I redoubled my onslaught and Danny moaned in submission to my kiss. When my eyes met Patrick's, he nodded, breaking his hold on Danny momentarily to slip off his own t-shirt. Pat's pale skin glowed in the soft light of the sitting room and lust washed over me at the sight of them both. As Danny's firm hands drew my t-shirt over my head, he explored my hairy pits with his hands and mouth, moaning as he buried his face deep into my musk. I moaned in turn at the feel of him on me.
Patrick gripped the waistband of Danny's boxers and pushed them down. As the boxers released his cock, it slapped wetly against his stomach. Grabbing at his hips again, I ground against him and felt the slick of his aching length against my stomach. I reached down to squeeze at his hard leaking cock and my fingers came away wet. I wiped my fingers across his mouth and crashed my lips against his, both of us grunting in pleasure as we tasted his sweet sticky precum.
Danny was wedged between us, naked and exposed before our hungry eyes. Patrick's arms snaked around his chest, touching him everywhere and drawing louder moans from him as his hands teased lower towards his wet lurching cock. As his head rolled back, I sucked hungrily at the tender skin beneath his jaw.
"Take off your shorts, Scott."
No sooner were the words out of Pat's mouth that I shucked my shorts to a pool at my ankles, a quick jig sending them soaring across the room to join our other abandoned clothes on the floor. Grinding against Danny in just in my battered old jockstrap, my lips on his mouth, his chin, his neck, his collarbone, I could feel my cramped throbbing cock straining to be free, oozing a steady stream of precum to spread lewdly across the pouch.
Danny's head was still lolled back, eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure when Patrick whispered softly in his ear,
"What do you think of my man, Danny? Isn't he fucking gorgeous?"
In contrast to the toned athleticism of Pat and Danny, I was a little taller and stockily built. Years of rugby had left me with a big chest and shoulders and tree trunk legs. Like Danny, I was hairy too, but not as dark. A slowly receding hairline had also encouraged me to keep my hair buzzed crew cut short for a number of years, giving me a sort of drill sergeant appearance that Patrick had never been unhappy about! As much as I knew that I could be said to cut an imposing figure, this sudden sharp attention caught me off guard and I felt oddly self-conscious as the two athletic men inspected me.
Danny didn't speak, but his lust-glazed eyes spoke volumes, and he nodded dumbly as he drank me in. His hands reached out to touch my chest almost reverentially and a weird relief spread through me as if I'd unexpectedly passed some kind of test. Danny's hands moved across the breadth of me, to pinch hard at my nipples, to brush down my sides. He moved forward, his face close to mine. I stared at his lips red and raw from kissing and stubble. I could smell his breath still scented with the peaty smoke of the whisky and he gripped my face between his hands, mashing our lips together in a heated kiss.
Something released in me now and this time it was Patrick who whispered, "Fuuuuuck!" as he watched us kiss and writhe against each other.
The next moment, I felt Patrick move behind me. Somewhere in that short distance my clever man had lost his shorts and he was naked now too. I groaned as I felt his sweat slicked body mould against mine. I groaned louder as his curved slippery cock bucked urgently between my beefy round arse cheeks.
"You are so fucking beautiful Scott", he whispered to me. "I love every fucking inch of you."
My head reeled, love and lust entangled in my head. This time, it was Danny forcefully advancing the kiss and I felt overwhelmed and pliant as his tongue fought mine. My mind pinballed around my skull, struggling to cope with all the sensations coursing through my body as Danny touched me here, as Pat kissed me there, as their hands clawed at me and my dick throbbed with the need for release.
"Danny?"
While Patrick spoke in a quiet and light tone, we both understood its authority, and Danny stilled, expectantly.
"Yeah?" he asked gruffly.
"I think Scott needs to get out of this jockstrap now." He paused. "Can you help?"
Danny's eyes grew even darker, and he nodded seriously.
"I can help", he croaked.
He crashed his mouth so hard into mine I swear our teeth clacked together, but not even that halted our lust. Our hands searched each other frantically, like there was some ticking bomb to be found and disarmed. We touched each other everywhere, stroking, holding, squeezing - so hard it was like we were trying to push ourselves into each other. My hands sought his ass, spreading his cheeks, searching for the sweet pucker I was determined to make mine. As our mouths tore apart, leaving us gasping, Patrick spoke to Danny again.
"Get on your knees and suck his dick."
My stomach lurched at the rough command. As Patrick's wet prick knocked persistently against my hole, Danny sunk slowly to his knees in front of me, his lips swirling around my nipples, lingering on my belly where my hair was still matted with his honey. He looked up at me, his eyes hot with anticipation, his lips slightly parted. Patrick's precum slicked cock was sawing back and forth between my cheeks, each pass digging at my hole, promising the fuck of a lifetime, drawing needy sounds from my throat. He gently pinned my arms back, leaving me open and defenceless for Danny to savour.
Gulping, Danny reached up. Gripping my cheeks, he angled his face upwards and began to suck at the sticky pouch of my jock, gasping and moaning as my taste filled his mouth. As Patrick flicked at my nipples, we watched our new fuckbuddy lick and gnaw at the straining mesh. Danny's hands moved to grip the wide band of my jockstrap and slowly Ð Too fucking slowly!, I screamed in my head Ð he pulled it down.
My fat cock unfurled from its tight confines before him, and Danny's eyes widened. My dick is in keeping with my body: thick, sturdy and long. As my newly freed cock thickened and lengthened to a steel hard 9 inches, Danny's tongue darted against his lips and I groaned at the sight. My hips bucked forward and my dick pulsed, squeezing out a pearl of precum. As it dangled at the tip, his tongue flicked out and caught it. But as I thrust my hips urgently forward, desperate to push my entire length into Danny's willing throat, Patrick's hand shot out to encircle my thick girth and lift it up and out of reach. Instead, as Pat continued to grind maddeningly against my hole, Danny got a mouthful of my heavy musky balls.
To his credit, Danny didn't miss a beat. Denied his goal, he forged on and began to lick and bathe my aching nuts with wide wet strokes of his tongue. His nostrils flared at the tangy scent of me. Pulling one arm free of Patrick's grip, I impatiently forced Danny's head closer and his groan vibrated through me as his tongue switched back and forth, crazy for whatever taste of me he could get.
Patrick was whispering filth in my ear making my head swim with lust.
"Fuck yeah! New boy sucking on my man's nuts. You feel my cock, Scott? You gonna get fucked tonight?"
As if to emphasise his point, Pat changed his rhythm from a sticky slide to an impatient soft punching against my tight furry hole and a sound like a whine escaped my mouth.
"What about Danny boy? You wanna fuck him, Scott? You gonna slam that thick cock to the hilt in his sweet arse?"
I nodded urgently, an almost panicked need to fuck coursing through me. Patrick's fist gripped my length hard, and slowly - Why is everything going so slowly? - he stroked down until my foreskin clung to the edge of my bloated head. Then he skinned back up to squeeze drools of cock honey from my aching dick. I lurched and cursed in his grip as his talented hand spread my sticky emissions up and down my twitching shaft. As I began to use his fist as a fuck tunnel, pumping forward, aching for release, I felt his wet fingers coat my balls with my juices. My dick lurched and spat more precum when I heard Danny moan as he sucked at this fresh taste of me.
Still nuzzling and chewing at my neck, Patrick's leg kicked between mine, like a cop searching a suspect. Forcing my legs wider gave Danny better access for his urgent explorations. He gripped at my hips, his mouth slipping further between my legs, lips crushed against my perineum, questing for the hole currently under assault from my lover. He groaned louder again, and I could feel his fingertips tighten as he tasted the leaking trails of Patrick's precum which oozed between my trembling legs.
"Unf!" he grunted, slurping and chewing at the sensitive area behind my balls. I wanted so badly to push Danny to the floor and mount his face. I wanted to smother his face with my hairy hole and fuck my cock between his swollen lips.
But I gritted my teeth, still just understanding that what would happen would be determined by Patrick.
As if he heard me, I felt Patrick's breath against my ear and he promised, "Soon babyÉ"
I grunted my assent, my hips still grinding my body alternately against Patrick's cock and Danny's insistent mouth. As his hand moved between our bodies, I groaned in anticipation, bracing myself for his thick prick to split my slick and heated hole. But that groan dissolved into a moan of frustration as instead he chuckled and pushed his slicked-up dick down between my cheeks and onto the waiting lips of Danny.
My loss was clearly Danny's gain and he groaned gutturally as he thrust his head upwards to suck wetly at Pat's slimy piece. Pat hissed as he forced his hard curved cock painfully down to spear Danny's waiting mouth. I swung one leg up and over Danny's head to free myself from the tangle of our bodies and pivoted fast to rejoin the fray.
Looking at the two of them, I nearly came on the spot. Pat's lithe body was strained and tense, each muscle clenched in beautiful relief. His head hung down, his handsome features obscured by his sweat drenched drooping red hair. His hands gripped Danny's upturned head firmly and his dick, bright red with tension, was plugged deep into Danny's groaning gullet. Danny was on the floor, his knees splayed wide, his back arched, his beautiful hairy bubble butt pushed back and out. His hips rolled, exposing a rosy pink hole that twitched with a desire I was determined to satisfy. As Danny performed his best sword swallowing act for Patrick, his balls and cock swung deliciously beneath him. My hand tightened around my cock and I felt my orgasm rise in me as I flailed away at my slippery shaft. My ballsack shrank walnut tight around my nuts and I knew I was close. Shakily, I moved forward, hypnotised by the scene before me.
"Pat!" I cried, urgently. I wanted to be looking at him when I came. I wanted his eyes on me as I came for him. "Pat, IÑ"
Patrick's eyes flew open and he pinned me with his look, freezing my palm mid-stroke.
His voice thrummed with authority: "Did I say you could cum?"
My face twisted in a grimace and with a frustrated moan and more willpower than I thought I had in me, my hand dropped to my side, and I shook my head. My dick twitched and spasmed uncontrollably, missing my hand, and I groaned as a long strand of precum dribbled to dangle from the tip.
"Paaat!", I pleaded, but he cut me off.
"On your knees" he ordered, and, like a felled giant, I crumbled to the floor beside Danny.
"Say hello, boys," he added with a chuckle, and we crashed together, our kisses uncontrollable, arms locked around each other like wrestlers. The smells assailed my senses: the tang of Patrick's endless stream of precum smeared across Danny's face, the sharp smell of saliva, the musky scent of Pat's spit-lathed balls and the faintest trace of Danny's aftershave. Our bellies mashed together; our aching dicks trapped between us. We ground against each other and heat coursed through my veins. I can cum this way, I thought desperately to myself, and I ground my dick against Danny's, aching to cum.
Patrick stood over us, his hand stroking his fat curved dick.
"So fucking hot," he muttered and stepped towards us.
Placing a hand on each of our heads, Pat pushed his cock between our faces and began to fuck his length between our drooling mouths. As his cock slithered insistently between us, we lustily fought each other for control, licking and slobbering lewdly over every surface, duelling to capture his length in our mouths.
"Fucking suck it," Pat ordered, almost distractedly, lost in a fuck reverie as he shoved his cock rhythmically between our slippery lips.
I lunged and drove my mouth down Pat's length, drawing a sharp gasp from my appreciative lover. My tongue slurped around his head, savouring his tangy goo, desperate for more. Danny latched onto Pat's nuts, tonguing them, sucking them into his mouth, spitting them out and duelling me again for the prize that jerked and bucked between us.
"Teach him, Scott."
Pulling off his cock with a lewd wet plop, I kissed Danny roughly, pushing Patrick's taste into his mouth. Gently tangling my fingers in his hair, I guided him to Patrick's cock.
Holding his cock by the base, Patrick slapped his shaft against Danny's face. Danny was mesmerised, his eyes fixated on Pat's beautiful cock. Danny's mouth hung open, his tongue flickering out to catch the droplets of precum that splattered on his lips.
Brushing Pat's hand away, I hooked my finger around the base of his shaft and pulled it down so that it lined up with Danny's mouth. Pat grunted and another bubble of precum bloomed on the tip.
"Wider," I instructed Danny and obediently, he opened his mouth wide, his tongue out, begging for my lover's dick.
Patrick slapped his dick against Danny's tongue. I watched Danny's nostrils flare as he sucked in the salty scent.
"Very good, Scott."
Slowly, I pushed Danny onto Pat's prong. With a low prolonged moan and little obvious resistance, Danny's lips wrapped around the straining meat.
"Go on, Danny," I urged him. "That dick feels good, doesn't it?"
Danny gurgled an affirmative response, and I softly stroked the back of his neck. "Go deeper, Danny."
He eagerly sunk further onto Pat's cock, and we watched intently as it slid further into his throat.
Pat growled deeply when Danny's lips nibbled forward to finally suck at the red pubes nestled around the base of his cock.
"Jesus, that is so fucking hot," he moaned as he looked down on us, his fingers twisting at his hard nipples.
I held Danny firmly in place, kissing his neck, whispering encouragement.
"Fuck, you're doing so fucking good, Danny. Breathe through your nose. Do you want this dick?"
Danny tried to nod, although his movements were constricted by the thick cock which filled his throat.
"Show him how much you want that cock."
Drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth, but he gulped and swallowed and gripped valiantly at his prize with distended lips. I watched as Danny's throat rippled, milking Patrick's cock. Softly, Pat's hand covered mine and together we held Danny in place as Pat gently rocked his hips forward, sliding his shaft even deeper into Danny's throat.
As Danny's face reddened and tears began to prickle in the corners of his eyes, we let him go and Danny jerked back, taking a rasping breath of air. He panted, mouth still slack. Pat's cock stood proudly before us, trails of frothy saliva coating its length. I kissed Danny deeply, my heart thumping in my chest as I tasted him and Patrick's honey mingling in our mouths. Pat smacked his cock against our faces and we groaned into each other's mouths. Again, I pressed Danny forward and he dove eagerly onto his prize, his head tilting forward to accommodate Pat's steely curve. Danny was hooked and he slobbered obscenely over Pat's cock. There was little need for my hand on his head as again and again Danny impaled himself on Pat's creamy white fuck stick, moaning and grunting in a complete cocksucking daze. His feverish sucking was contagious, and I lunged forward to join his worship of my lover's cock. As we fought like starving dogs over a tasty steak, Patrick gripped our heads and pulled us to him. With our tongues dragging wetly along his length, he moaned and bucked, his knees shaking as he struggled to stay in control.
With a cry, he staggered back, his fist crushing his hardon to try and stop himself from cumming.
"Not yet!" he hissed between gritted teeth.
Danny stared predatorially at Pat. His hips still rocked impotently back and forth, and I dug my fingers into his crack, teasing his hole and making him grunt. He turned his head to grin widely at me. His face was shiny with spit and precum and his eyes burned with hunger.
Putting my hand around his chin, I pulled his head back towards me, pressing forward to kiss him again. Grinding my lips against his neck, he groaned under my assault and arched his back, pushing that delicious arse of his wantonly against me. My free hand sought out his cock and I gripped it hard and pushed it down between his thighs. This only made him push out his ass even more and he groaned, his hips beginning to rock to increase the sensations on his aching cock. My cock slipped between his cheeks like a hand to a glove and I hissed as my fat dick slid between his cheeks. With a deliberate pace, I smeared my sticky thick cock up and down his trench.
"You fuckin' sexy bastards," Patrick muttered in approval before snapping, "Danny Ð stand up!"
I snarled in frustration as groggily, Danny obeyed and staggered to his feet. But as both men turned to face me, my hunger returned as I drank in the view before me.
The platter of dick before my eyes was mouth-watering. Patrick's thick curved dick bounced in front of my eyes, wet and glistening with cock dew and spit. Like many red heads, his skin was pale and creamy and his dick was the same, topped by a fat strawberry-red head that was made to be sucked. Beside him, Danny's stiff 7 incher stuck proudly straight out from his short thatch of dark pubes. His long slender cock seemed completely smooth. Like carved stone, his solid length was marbled with pale blue veins that traced around his girth. The elegance of his cock was contradicted only slightly by the crinkled excess of foreskin which still covered his glans. But, even with his generous hood, the head of Danny's cock was still clearly outlined as it stretched its fleshy casing tight. Both of these cocks were beauties, and it was my turn to shuffle forward, hypnotised by their swaying motion.
For a moment, the two men stood before me, only our soft panting breaking the silence. For a second, I thought that this moment was going to break and we were going to be left staring at each other in embarrassment. I still couldn't wrap my head around what had happened. Was I risking my relationship with Pat? This was my mate, Danny! We'd never so much as drunkenly kissed before and now my mind was dead set on burying my cock up his pert hairy arse at the first available opportunity!
As if sensing my tension, Danny's face relaxed and he smiled down at me. Taking us both in, he said, "You are both so fucking hot, d'you know that? I can't get my head around this Ð fuuuck! This is crazy!"
His eyes widened with a clear `WTF are we doing?' written across his face. I shook my head slightly, smiling back at him, sharing my own incredulity at this turn of events.
"Are you okay?" I asked carefully, a little scared at what his answer would be.
But Danny nodded firmly, his grin broadening.
"Yeah. I am."
He reached out to both of us, his touch surprisingly tender given the circumstances. But his expression clouded, and I saw him chew at his top lip. I wondered if he had just changed his mind Ð if by speaking the words he had heard them for the lie they were. That he was not okay. That he was, in fact, completely weirded out to be fucking around with his work pal and his long-term partner. But as an anxious fear rose in me like bile, he spoke:
"I guess it might be too late, but can we promise not to make this weird?"
Relief flooded me, and I barked out an astonished laugh.
Patrick kissed Danny softly, but then added mischievously, "But for the record, freaky's okay, right? Not weird, but freaky is fine?"
We both stared at him, mouths slightly gaping, before bursting into gales of laughter.
How the fuck did he do this? I marvelled, staring at Patrick who was resting his forehead softly against Danny's, one arm slung casually round his shoulder. I couldn't say anything Ð for some reason I thought saying it out loud would break this spell. But a rush of love and admiration for my man's sheer emotional versatility had me surging to my feet and I grappled them both in a huge bear hug that still couldn't quite encapsulate everything I was feeling.
We laughed again, grinning stupidly at one another, naked, flushed and dripping with sweat and precum. I kissed my man, my tongue thrusting deep into his mouth. I turned and kissed Danny, forcing his mouth open to claim him. As my fresh urgency passed, our kiss softened and deepened. I could feel Patrick's hands on my body, caressing my arse, my broad muscled back, the soft fuzz of my crew cut. Goosebumps prickled my skin and I shivered with every touch.
Patrick and I played together every now and then and while we were always up for fun, sometimes the idea was much better than the reality. But with Danny, the connection was so easy, like flicking a switch. As we continued to kiss, I felt Patrick's cock thicken and throb at my back. With a small moan, I felt Danny flex his hard length, which was pressed urgently against my thigh. I reached between us and gripped both our slippery shafts in my hand. Wanking us off, Danny groaned in my mouth and fresh trickles of precum created the most delicious slide of flesh against flesh.
Patrick murmured approvingly behind me, his hands still moving deliciously across my body. He lowered his head to my ear and whispered,
"Show our guest how it's done, Scott."
I thrilled again at the steely command that had returned to Patrick's voice. Trailing my hands down Danny's body, I sunk down to my heels, peppering his chest and stomach with kisses. As I settled into a full squat, my thick thighs flared wide, I found myself eye to, um, eye with Danny's cock. Gripping his smooth shaft firmly in one fist, I toyed with his foreskin, sucking, nibbling, darting my tongue into the spunk smeared folds like a fifteen stone hairy hummingbird. Danny growled and his hips pulsed forward to impale me with his cock, but I moved with him, teasing the tip of his cock unforgivingly, wickedly denying him the deep thrust that would, after all, come soon enough.
"For fuck's sake," he growled, frustrated, his hands trying to hold my head in place more firmly. I grinned lewdly up at him, tongue lapping and teasing, deliberately driving him crazy. I could feel Patrick behind me, the heat of his skin like a fever. I could hear his breathing, shallow and fast, and the slick rapid shuck of his hand moving up and down his leaking prick.
Danny cursed and tried to push his dick between my lips. I relented and opened wide, surprising Danny who gasped as his dick sank into my gullet. As I tipped my head back to better guzzle at his cock, I felt a new sensation, underneath me, teasing my hole.
It was Patrick. As I had begun to suck Danny's cock in earnest, Pat had sunk to the floor and was rubbing his precum across my hole. I groaned, trying to grind my hips lower. Grabbing at Danny for balance, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I swallowed him deeper.
Patrick drew closer and his arm encircled my chest, providing balance and support as I writhed in pleasure. I felt his lips graze my face; I could hear Danny encouraging my efforts with strangled unintelligible cries. Patrick was unhurried. He leaked worse than a Thames Valley mains pipe, so there was no risk of him running short on this delicious lube. A strange hypnotic rhythm began.
Schluck, schlock! went his hand as he milked his dripping cock for honey.
Then my response, a guttural half-strangled sigh as his wet fingers slid and circled around my hole.
Schluck, schlock!
Again and again, he teased my ring, pushing firmly against my tight hairy hole.
Squatting on my heels, I was already primed and with just the slightest push from me, I felt my hole flare open for his cum-slicked questing fingers. As he breached my hole and began to go deeper, I groaned and gargled on Danny's cock, spit flying from my over-stretched lips.
Danny watched us intently, fascinated. He slapped his prick against my face and I groaned, tongue lashing, desperate to return his cock to its rightful place. He gripped my face and held it still.
"Wider," he said, a twist of mocking triumph in his eyes.
I stretched my aching jaw in compliance, fixing him with my eyes, telling him I was his to take. As Patrick's fingers fucked deeper up into me, Danny began to slam his dick in and out of my throat in long unforgiving strokes. I spluttered and gagged but I did not give up.
Patrick pressed close.
"You're fucking beautiful, Scott. Open up for me," he encouraged.
I pushed back and felt another finger join the others, stretching my hole, coating it with more precum.
The pace of Danny's face fuck quickened, and my throat burned as I swallowed and sucked at his beautiful piece. He thrust again, but this time he held me in place, his long dick lodged possessively down my throat.
My vision seemed to narrow. Patrick's fingerfucking was making my legs tremble. My dick jerked, untouched, and I could feel the pressure of orgasm building like a wave inside me.
"Fucking take it!" Danny whispered.
I had no idea if he meant his cock or Pat's fingers or both. I didn't care. I would take it all.
Danny stared at me, lust and amazement warring in his expression as he watched me, a beefy rugby bull, gripping and drooling around his cock, clinging to his hips like a drowning sailor clings to a rock, thrusting myself up and down on the slippery fingers of my partner.
Gathering the remaining strength I had, I climbed the remaining inch of his exposed prick until all of him was buried in my throat. Danny's eyes widened and with a cry, he began raggedly pumping his cock into my mouth. Hot cum splashed against my tonsils and slid down my oesophagus. I gasped for breath as he pulled out and a fresh spray of cum coated my lips and face. His cock forced my bruised lips apart and, with a grunt, he coated my mouth with another spurt of his seed.
Patrick's fingers continued their assault, stroking my hole and stretching me wide. With a growl of delight, he hooked his fingers inside me and began to grind against my prostate. My eyes rolled into my head and I saw stars. A deep shudder rolled across my entire body and I cried out,
"Fuck! Don't stop! I'm cumming!"
As I shouted, another spurt from Danny's cock coated my lips and then Danny was on me, his tongue on my face, on my lips, greedily devouring my mouth and sucking up his own salty deposit.
Too much!
I groaned and then juddered as thick wads of spunk flew from my cock to coat my chest, my neck, even Danny's chin. As I sagged to the floor, Patrick and Danny were all over me. Danny sucked lewdly at the sticky clumps of cum on my chest and Patrick greedily tasted Danny as he kissed me. Danny's hand flogged at my still hard cock, extracting groans and further blasts of cum which splashed across my stomach and into Danny's waiting mouth.
Patrick staggered to his feet once more, his hand a blur on his juicy prick. Pulling Danny with me, I righted myself and we crawled to him, faces upturned, mouths wide and ready to receive. Patrick seemed to tower above us and the sight of his tightly muscled body, shining with sweat and close to cumming made my dick swell anew. Together, our hands sought his body, touching his thighs, stroking his balls, gripping his tensed arse and exploring between his cheeks. With a snarl his hand flew off his dick and we claimed it for our own, sucking it lewdly back and forth, back and forth, a relentless pressure aimed at one thing.
With a strangled howl, Pat's hips bucked and his dick exploded with thick ropes of cum. As each lash of spunk coated our glistening faces, we fought one another to lick and swallow that glorious reward. Knees buckling, Pat thudded to the floor and his face met ours as we shared his salty load like starving men.
Exhausted, we sprawled on the floor, limbs entangled, our hands still slowly caressing each other. As we sat there, sweat soaked and reeking of cum, Patrick cocked one eyebrow at Danny.
"That was never your first time with a man, Éright?"
Remarkably, Danny still mustered a slight blush.
"Not quite", he admitted with a sheepish shrug, "but that was my first threesomeÉ"
"Awww!" teased Patrick gently, "You should have said something! We could have got you a pinata or something!" He looked at me, the ringmaster gone, my jester returned. "No. Wait! That was Scott! AwwwÉScott you shouldn't have!"
I slowly lifted my middle finger to salute him, and we laughed. Patrick smiled at me, the smile that made my world.
"You missed a bit", he said tenderly, and reached out to smudge a thick drop of cum from my jaw. He sucked it into his mouth shamelessly, smacking his lips and savouring the taste. "I'd know that vintage anywhere."
We laughed again, but I could already see Danny's dick lengthening in his lap and a dangerous look cross Patrick's face.
"No!" I scolded, my finger pointing at each of them in turn, "Bad dogs!"
Patrick and Danny tried unsuccessfully to use wide puppy eyes on me, and I struggled to suppress a laugh.
"Naughty dogs Ð down!"
Both of them pretended to grumble but then Patrick yawned extravagantly.
"Bed," I ordered. "Now."
As we helped each other up, I saw Danny's expression change, a shadow of uncertainty crossing his face. As he looked around for his discarded clothes, I saw him chew his top lip again. I reached across and tapped him gently on the shoulder. He turned sharply, as if surprised.
"Come here," I said gently, and beckoned him into my arms. He hesitated for a moment and then pressed his body against me, our hairy chests matting together.
Fuck he feels good, I thought.
"Me too!" piped Patrick, and all at once we were a tangle again, but a gentler one, squeezing each other, reaffirming what we meant to one another.
"You'll be in with us tonight, DanÉ" I paused. "Unless you'd prefer not to, of course."
Danny opened his arms to capture both of us in a happy hug.
"I'd like that," he said, simply.
We staggered upstairs and fell into bed. Patrick moulded himself against my back, one arm tucked under mine, his palm against my chest. In moments, his breathing slowed and deepened into a soft purr.
At first, Danny tried to keep some distance, something which is not easy to do with three grown men in a bed! I guessed he was still unsure, concerned not to intrude into or disrespect our relationship. I could feel him lying there stiffly on the edge of the mattress. I watched the back of his head for a few minutes, not wanting to force the issue. But when, a few minutes later on, he still remained stiffly in place, I tutted and scooped him into me with my brawny free arm. He gave a small, surprised yelp and I whispered in his ear.
"Don't be daft. We were all friends before and we're still friends now. Remember what we promisedÑ"
"Don't let things get weird," Danny intoned quietly.
"Exactly!" I said, squeezing my arm around him in what I hoped was a reassuring hug. "Lots of mates know what each other's cum tastes like!"
Danny made a strangled choking sound, and I squeezed him again, kissing the back of his head softly.
"Fuck you," he said, but with no real venom, and I felt the tension in his body ease.
I kissed him one more time.
"No promises on the freaky, though."