TRI, TRIO, TRES M/M/M
Part 5 of 7
By Bearkattz@aol.com
WARNINGS: This story depicts loving, consensual sex adult males of legal age. If you are offended by such or if reading such material is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now.
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Ian had watched in fascination as his friend took pleasure from Kelly's body and continued to pet and suck the aroused tits. Max recovered quickly and gently withdrew his cock but quickly replaced it with his lube slick fingers. He searched and found the nub of flesh and watched as Kelly began to gasp as wave after wave of intense pleasure caused lightning flashes behind his closed eyes. Ian reclaimed Kelly's hardened cock and began to suck in earnest while stroking the smooth hairless body and balls. Kelly felt overwhelmed with the sensations that his body was feeling, his hips bucking slightly into the wetness of Ian's mouth and Max continued to finger fuck the hole that leaked it's juices over his hand. It wasn't long before Kelly cried his own warning that he was about to come. Ian removed his mouth and replaced it with his fist and continued to massage the blood swollen erection until it spurted it's cream as Kelly's whole body contracted in orgasm that left him weak, sated and incredibly happy. Kelly beamed a goofy grin at his mates who quickly covered him in thankful hugs and kisses.
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The after work bar hopping came screeching to a halt. Both men hurried home, making lame excuses to their former hunting friends.
"Hi, honey, we're home!" Max called in a singsong voice as he and Ian walked into the apartment one night. Tantalizing smells drifted out of the kitchen followed by Kelly who had an apron over his clothes.
"Smells wonderful, baby!" Ian exclaimed sniffing the air appreciatively. "What is it?"
"I found this recipe in today's paper and we had all the ingredients, so I thought I'd give it a try, " Kelly began, wiping his hands on the apron. "It's called Fettuccine ala Lambrusca. Dinner'll be ready in about 15 minutes, if you guys want to shower first."
An hour and a half later, Ian and Max pushed back their chairs and undid their buttons on their shorts. "Kelly, that was absolutely fantastic! You've got a real knack for cooking. Where'd you pick it up?" Ian questioned while patting his protruding stomach.
"My mom always liked to cook and I loved to watch. Eventually she started to let me help. She always said I could cook better than she could," Kelly spoke proudly, "One of my best memories is when she let me cook a whole meal all by myself. It wasn't real elaborate or anything, just spaghetti but the sauce was homemade. I always thought that someday I would become a chef," Kelly's said, his voice soft.
The two men looked at each other and heard the pain in the words. "Well, why not?" Max said.
Kelly looked dumbfounded at him.
"Yeah, why not?" Ian repeated.
Kelly turned to him, "What do you mean, why not?"
"Why give up your dream?"
"I don't want to be a cook," Kelly explained. "I want to be a chef."
"Yeah, so?" Max shrugged, uncomprehending.
"Sooooo, you have to go school for that kind of thing."
"Do you want to go to school?" Ian asked quietly.
"Well, sure I would. But you can't just go to any school. You've got to go special cooking schools. And they don't let just anybody in, y'know?"
"Well, I think you should check into it, baby. Don't you think so, Max?"
"Of course he should. You're not going to want to stick around here all day any more. This would be an ideal solution. 'Sides if we can eat like this every day, it would be worth it." Max wagged his eyebrows and the other two laughed.
"Do you guys really mean it? I mean, you wouldn't mind me going back to school? I thought I'd eventually get a job, y'know? Help out with the rent and stuff. I know there's not a lot of extra money for things and you've been buying me clothes and feeding me....," Kelly's words were cut off by Ian leaning over and placing a finger on his lips which was quickly replaced with beard roughened kiss.
"Shhh, baby. No more talk about getting a job. You've done plenty around here with cooking and cleaning and taking care of us. Ok?" Ian stood up taking his plate to the kitchen.
"Yeah. What he said," Max chimed in gruffly following Ian quickly into the kitchen. Kelly's eyes filled with tears. He stood up and as Ian walked back in, he threw himself into Ian's arms and wrapped his legs around his waist in a tight hug.
"Thanks," Kelly croaked. Max came up behind and drew his arms around them both. The hug turned into kissing and was soon followed by gentle humping against each other.
"Bedroom," Ian groaned as he headed in that direction with Kelly still clinging to him. Max was undressed by the time they reached it and as Ian sat himself on the bed, the two men began to undress Kelly.
"Hurry." Kelly whispered. "I need you both," he managed to get out between the wet kisses he and Ian were exchanging. Ian turned to place Kelly on the bed and stood quickly to strip. Kelly lay spreadeagled, freshly shaved, his chest heaving as he watched the two handsome men approach him with their cocks bouncing and stirring as the blood filled them. "Oh God!" he cried and he eagerly turned on his stomach.
Ian's legs felt strangely weak as he knelt on the bed behind the upraised ass. With a gentle touch, he spread the ass cheeks and began to lick and suck the tender flesh surrounding the wrinkled hole. Kelly moaned. Max scurried to the center of the bed and sat with his back to the headboard and pulled Kelly up toward him. Kelly began to suck on the huge purple cock that was weaving in front of his face so temptingly. He practically inhaled it to the root and Max arched off the bed in delighted pleasure.
"Shit!" he yelled.
Just at that moment, Ian plunged his tongue into Kelly's ass and smelled the strong dark scent that made his own hand speed up as it stroked his own cock. Kelly began to caress Max's balls with one hand while the other began to pinch and roll the erect tits. Ian's face was covered with juice and spit and he hurried to the dresser drawer for a condom. With shaking hands, he quickly put one on and resumed his stance between Kelly's legs. Without hesitation, he shoved his cock into the open hole in one swift motion causing Kelly to squeal.
"You okay, baby?" Ian asked hesitantly, frozen in position. Please say yesyesyesyes, Ian thought. He didn't think his control would allow himself to pull out right now.
Kelly pulled his mouth off Max's cock. "Yes, yes! You're just so big. I'm so full!" Kelly cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
That was all Ian needed to hear and with a lunge of his hips, he thrust into the hot tunnel of Kelly's body over and over again. His momentum causing Max's cock to hit the back of Kelly's throat with every forward motion and it wasn't long before Max, his hands gripping tightly the rails of the headboard, warned, "I'm comin', baby!" But Kelly didn't remove his mouth and eagerly swallowed the cum that flowed a moment later as he continued to suck and lick the spasming cock.
"Oh God! Yes! Baby!" Max yelled as he emptied himself into the hot mouth.
Kelly pulled back only when he felt the cock begin to shrink and kissed the flat stomach. Max lay back, his chest heaving but his eyes were on the two men who had yet to gain their climax. Ian was able to lean over Kelly with his arms at the smaller man's sides as his hips undulated. He kissed the sweat covered back, "Oh baby, you're so hot, so tight. Take it, baby. Take my cock." Ian reached down and pulled Kelly so his back was against Ian's broad chest. Kelly was so much smaller than Ian, Ian's cock was forced deeper into Kelly as it took much of his weight. Kelly was literally impaled.
"Oh. Oh!" Kelly cried as the rigid cock went deeper than it ever had before. Ian petted and pulled on the smooth chest and the erect tits. Max, recovered now, sat up and leaned over to take Kelly's semi- erect cock in his mouth. Kelly moaned as senses reeled into overload and he reached up and behind him to pull Ian's mouth to his own.
Max sucked the swollen cock and pulled the balls and petted the slim legs and thighs. It was too much for Kelly and with his own warning cry, his body clenched with it's release into ecstasy. Max took the cream into his mouth and swallowed every drop. Ian moaned as Kelly's ass spasmed around his cock with his climax and with a few more eager thrusts, Ian felt his balls tighten in a prelude to orgasm as well. With a shout, he froze and arched his back as his muscles contracted and he shot his load. He slumped over Kelly who couldn't take the weight in his own shaky state and they both fell gasping on to Max who was suddenly covered in sweating limbs and bodies. He laughed in delight and kissed the closest flesh of his companions.
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The next few weeks found Kelly relating his tales of cooking courses and classes over dinner or pouring over brochures and schedules. One Saturday morning when Kelly was out grocery shopping and Ian was running errands, Max was cleaning up the breakfast dishes. He grabbed the dirty towels to throw them in the laundry hamper and saw Kelly's backpack on the chair and picked it up to put it in their room. But he grabbed the wrong end and the contents spilled to the floor. With a curse, he knelt down and began to shove the fallen papers back into it when he saw a list of cooking courses in the area that Kelly had put together. The Chef's School had a huge red circle penned around it several times with three exclamation points after. The rest of the names were either neatly crossed out or with a check mark next to them. Max shrugged and stuffed the papers back into the bag.
That evening the three men were strolling back from a late movie appreciating the welcoming breeze that wafted in from the water as they discussed the latest action packed thriller. The conversation slowly died out and they walked in silence for a moment before Ian asked, "So how's the search coming for cooking classes, babe?"
"Well, the junior college is offering two kinds this fall, one is for intermediate cooking and the other is more advanced. I'm not sure which one would be best for me."
Max and Ian looked at each other, grinned and spoke at the same time, "Advanced."
Kelly smiled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys, but there's more to it than that."
Ian stopped and grabbed Kelly's arm to turn the smaller man to face him, "Baby, you've got real talent for cooking. Don't downplay it. I think you could be a really great cook, er, chef. So go for it, okay?"
"And what about that Chef's School or Class or whatever the hell it is?" Max questioned.
Kelly, his face even paler than normal, turned to face Max, "The Chef's School? Where did you hear about that?"
"I saw your list when it fell outta your backpack the other day. I thought from your list that would be your first choice."
Kelly shrugged and started to walk toward home. Max and Ian looked at each other with a frown and hurried to catch up to their lover.
"Well, what about it, baby? What's this Chef's School?" Ian shortened his stride to match Kelly's.
"It's nothing, really. I checked into it and decided it wasn't right for me, that's all." Kelly spoke quickly but wouldn't look at either man.
"What wasn't right about it?" Max inquired softly.
"I didn't like it. That's all. Bunch of stuck up snobs. Y'know, you probably have to speak French to even get in." But there was a wistful note in the voice.
Max and Ian didn't say another word about the cooking classes. As they fell asleep that night with Kelly snuggled between them, Ian stroked the long black hair of the man he'd come to love like no other. Ian looked down at the faint white lines that marred the beautiful back - all that remained of Kelly's previous life - and vowed to make the rest of Kelly's life a completely different one.
The next month and a half flew by with Ian and Max putting in some heavy overtime at their job as the deadline approached for Kelly to make some kind of decision for the upcoming fall registration.
Kelly grabbed the mail and shoved it in his teeth as he balanced his backpack, a warm coke and keys together in one hand and two bags of groceries in the other and headed toward the apartment. He set everything down outside the door, managed to open it and not spill any more coke down his shirt, kicked the door shut before taking the mail out of his mouth and throwing it on the kitchen table. He swore as he saw the time. He'd spent longer then he should have at a local restaurant where he'd made friends with one of the chef's. He'd have just enough time to whip together a quick meal before the guys got home. He grabbed the rest of the load and brought it into the kitchen and was putting away the groceries when he saw a piece of mail addressed to him sticking out of the assorted junk mail. He pulled the envelope out and saw that it was from The Chef's School. He frowned in puzzlement and tore open the envelope.
End Part Five Comments, critical or complimentary, welcome at Bearkattz@aol.com