I froze completely still for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only five seconds.  I tried to think of an excuse, but my mind went blank.  Fuck it, I thought.  I'll give it a go.  I stood in front of the empty recliner and looked down at Colton, who was still kneeling.

"The thing is, my ass is not little and it may not be pretty," I said, turning sideways to Colton.  "My butt is big, but solid as a rock.  I specialized in the triple jump in high school and college.  Feel it."

Colton lightly punched my butt cheek, then widened his hand on it, rubbing in a circular motion.  "A lot of straight guys don't seem to have butts.  Yours is awesome."

His approval made it easier to take my jeans completely off in front of him.  I was going to leave my shirt on, but Colton gestured for me to take it off, too.  "What do you want to do to me?" I asked him.

Greg spoke up and interjected.  "Just what he did for me.  The same thing, Mike."

Colton nodded.  I asked Greg to stay beside me and I even submitted to the handcuffs.  But once I sat down in the recliner, I clinched my eyes shut.  I knew what was going to happen, so I didn't need to watch the play by play.  It was easier this way to let my inhibitions sail away and focus on the sensations.

Sweet almond scent filled my nostrils and Colton's hands massaged my chest.  That's the last tangible thing I remembered.  I drifted into a trance-like state, maybe something akin to a hypnotic or meditative hallucination, and I completely forgot where I was and what was happening to me.  It was an experience I had not had before, so I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn't fear it or fight it.  

I woke with a sense of enormous relief upon climaxing.  I didn't know how long I had been in the trance, but most likely it had been a long time.  I felt deeply rested.  Colton was sweating and red-faced from exertion.  My chest and neck, and I think even my chin and shoulders, were peppered with globs of my seed.  My dick pulsed a few last times.  Colton bent over my body and licked the tip of his tongue through my potent semen.  

Greg, smiling at my side, had his hands folded over his lap.  "I think you went to the moon and back, as the saying goes," he said to me.  I blew a silent whistle, indicating he was completely right.  Colton, breaking out in a radiant smile, kissed my cheek.  I stood up and he unfastened the cuffs.

"Unbelievable," I uttered, plopping back down in the recliner at Greg's side.  "I have no words."

"You'd do it again?" Colton asked.

"I think so."  Seeing the disappointment flash across Colton's face, I amended my answer.  "That was more than just shooting a load.  Was everything natural?  No hallucinogens in the oil or anything?"

"All natural," Colton said, and Greg confirmed it.

"What now?" I said, laughing and looking down at the remaining mess on my body that Colton hadn't sucked up.  

Greg grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his master bedroom.  Colton followed us.  We entered the expansive master bathroom and Greg reached beside his walk-in shower and turned on the jets.  The shower, covered in mosaic tile and surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass, and plenty large enough for three people, had shower heads at shoulder and waist levels, on two sides, plus a large overhead sprinkler that vibrated out cascading lines that mimicked pouring rain.  Colton finally stepped out of his briefs, revealing large testicles that hung halfway to his knees.  His eyes studied our bodies in the moonlight that seeped in through the skylights.  

We entered the shower.  Colton navigated between Greg and me, soaped and rubbed our bodies with comparative delicacy, and asked for nothing in return.  

A wave of regret surged up my spine.  Colton hadn't gotten off, at least as far I knew, and here he was with two guys not reciprocating for him.  I felt compassion and gratitude toward him.  I embraced Colton, our nude bodies pressed tightly together, and rested on my chin on his shoulder.  I held him for a couple of minutes.  His hands clutched onto my back.  Maybe it was my imagination, but I had the notion that he really needed that hug.  Colton nuzzled my neck and I let him.  Greg moved to our sides and stretched his arms around our backs as the steam from the hot water completely filled the enclosure.  

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GREG AND I LEFT THE shower first.  Colton remained inside, rinsing condition from his hair and soap residue from his body.  As Greg and I dried off, we stepped a few paces away from the shower and whispered together.

"We didn't give him a release," I said to Greg.

"He doesn't want that," Greg replied.

"I feel like we used him."

"You don't understand Colton.  He may have been the one doing the servicing, but he was in control.  We weren't the ones in control.  Do you follow me?"

"I guess it's possible to see it that way."

"Count on it.  That's how he views it.  And he's right, if you think about it."

"What's with him only wanting to hook up with straight and bi-curious guys?" I asked.

"The emotional distance," Greg answered.  "We're safe.  Unattainable, perhaps on an emotional level.  He just had his heart broken badly in a relationship.  That's why he moved here.  Colton once told me he'd switch back to pursuing other gay men when he felt he was ready to risk emotional attachment again."

The hug in the shower made much more sense now.  I watched Colton turn off the shower jets, flip the water out of his thick hair, and run his fingers over his mustache.  Greg handed him a towel and he joined us to dry off.  The three of us faced each other, in a pyramid-like position, as if we were just buddies in a locker room.  I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked into Colton's eyes.

"You didn't come," I said.  "Do you feel left out?"

"Not at all," Colton answered.

"If there was something I could do right now for you, what would it be?"

"Assure me that we can do all of this together again."  Colton's smile was contagious.  Greg and I smiled back at him.

"Rest assured, we'll do this again," I agreed, shaking his hand. 

"When?"

"When do you want, Colton?  You decide."

"Tomorrow, guys.  The same time tomorrow."

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