For our third date together, Lucky took Mason and me to a minor league baseball game. It clearly wasn’t Mason’s thing, but I made a game out of flirting and touching him to keep him entertained.

When the game ended, Lucky asked if we wanted to go back to his place for a while or if he should drop us off at home. It was an easy choice, but I’m honestly not sure how a date is supposed to end when sex is off the table. I suppose that’s the reason Lucky made the rule in the first place. He thinks I’m going to learn some big lesson about how I’m more than a sex object. Somehow, I find it hard to believe that he’s going to convince me of that in two months when all the life experience I’ve had to this point tells me the opposite.

Lucky opens the door to his apartment, and I follow him and Mason inside. He gives us a quick tour, even though I assume Mason has been here before. The place is spotless, not a single item out of place—his shoes all lined up perfectly, the throw pillows on the couch placed neatly, not a crumb on the counters, and big surprise, the bed is made with military corners.

Not to be all poor me, but I honestly can’t figure out what Lucky sees in me. Mason is just as neat and organized; those two would keep a beautiful home together. Me? I’m just throwing a wrench in the works. I could understand if Lucky was only interested in me for sex, but wanting to date me doesn’t compute.

Mason’s hand slips into mine, and he gives my fingers a squeeze.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, tracing the frown lines in my forehead with his index finger.

I force a smile and lean in to kiss his sweet lips. “I’m good, baby,” I assure him, letting myself enjoy the flutter in my chest for just a second. Maybe this will miraculously work out, and I’ll get to have both Mason and Lucky permanently. I’m not holding my breath, but a guy can dream.

I turn my head to find Lucky watching us with a heated gaze. At least the sex part of this strange relationship won’t likely be a problem when we get to it, if we make it that far.

“Hey, you said you and I couldn’t have sex,” I point out, an idea striking me.

“Yeah,” Lucky agrees warily.

“Well, you’re here, and Mason’s here…” I turn my attention back to Mason and bite my lip suggestively. “You want me to give you some pointers on how to give the best head on the planet? We even have a real live dick you can practice on while I instruct you.”

Mason’s mouth falls open, and his cheeks flame red. He looks over at Lucky and then back at me.

“Um…if Lucky wants,” Mason agrees in a shaky voice.

I glance back at Lucky and notice a prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. “I’d say Lucky definitely wants.”

I turn Mason’s head and point his gaze at Lucky’s pants. Mason’s eyes go wide. “I’m not sure if I’ll be any good. He’s really big.”

“You’ve already seen his dick?” I ask with interest.

Mason nods, his gaze still fixed on the bulge in Lucky’s pants. “I gave him a hand job, and it was huge.”

“All the more fun to play with. Trust me, you’re going to love taking that big cock in your mouth and watching a put together man like Lucky fall apart.”

Mason shivers, and his breath hitches, then he nods and sways closer to me.

“Why don’t we go to the couch,” I suggest, and Lucky leads the way without comment. There’s a stiffness to his shoulders, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m pushing the bounds of his rules or if he’s trying to keep his composure in spite of being turned on.

Lucky sits down in the center of the couch, and I direct Mason to one side while I take the other.

“Is this okay Mr. Stone?” I ask playfully. “I don’t want to break your rules.”

“As you pointed out, this is well within the rules,” Lucky concedes.

“In that case, this is going to be fun.” I smile wickedly and then lean forward so I can see Mason around Lucky. “Kiss me, sweetie?” I ask Mason.

He nods and leans over so we’re directly in front of Lucky’s face. I give Lucky a flirty wink before pressing my lips to Mason’s. The kiss is slow but hot as hell as I thread my fingers through Mason’s curls, our tongues playing, making sloppy noises. Mason whimpers and moans into my mouth, and I can hear Lucky’s breathing hitch and become more ragged the longer Mason and I kiss.

“I think poor Lucky is feeling left out; why don’t you give him a kiss,” I suggest, giving Mason one more peck before leaning back and letting him go to Lucky.

My cock aches at the sight of their tongues tangling. I can see the way Lucky takes control of the kiss, forcing Mason to slow it down when he gets overly excited. Lucky’s hands roam over Mason’s upper body, mostly staying over his shirt. It’s sweet and sexy at the same time, but I’m ready for a little raunchy. Mason seems unsure what to do with his hands, keeping them on Lucky’s chest, so I decide to help him out with that. I take one of his hands and move it down to the substantial erection Lucky has tenting his jeans.

They both moan as I use Mason’s hand to gently squeeze Lucky’s cock and then rub it a little through his clothes. Mason catches on and starts to do it himself while Lucky deepens their kiss.

When they part, I can’t contain the groan that escapes at their kiss swollen lips and Mason’s messy hair.

“Come here,” Lucky commands, his gravelly voice sending a pulse of need through me. Lucky’s lips meet mine, hot and demanding. Since I’m sure groping Lucky is against the no sex rules, I reach for Mason instead, running my hand up under his shirt and pinching his peaked nipple. Mason gasps. Lucky pulls away to see what I’m doing to Mason and arches his eyebrows when he sees.

“Mason loves having his nipples played with, just as an FYI,” I inform Lucky cheekily, and Mason blushes.

“Good to know.” Lucky sneaks his free hand up Mason’s shirt, and Mason’s head falls back on a low moan. “I see what you mean.”

“I made him come by just playing with his nipples once; it was so fucking hot.”

Lucky grunts and flexes his hips, pressing his cock harder into Mason’s hand.

“You’re so hard,” Mason murmurs in wonder, and then his eyes go wide like he can’t believe he said that out loud.

“You made him hard with your hot kisses and the way you’re touching him,” I tell Mason and enjoy the flicker of pride in his eyes. “You want to make him come, don’t you?”

Mason nods eagerly, and Lucky cants his hips again, biting down on his puffy bottom lip. Mason starts to unzip Lucky’s pants with shaky fingers, and after several painful seconds, I reach over to help him out, flicking the button open and then helping him with the zipper. Lucky’s cock is outlined in his tight, black briefs. The ridge of his head is prominent, and now that it’s not being trapped in his tight jeans, it’s obvious he’s even bigger than I thought.

Mason licks his lips and then glances over at me with a question in his eyes.

“Remember before when we talked about foreplay and how any touch can be erotic?” I ask Mason, and he nods readily. “Teasing the buildup makes an orgasm a lot more intense, so never be afraid to take your time, play around for a while before going in for the kill.”

“So maybe I can touch and lick him through his underwear first?” Mason guesses, and Lucky’s cock twitches.

“It looks like he likes that idea.”

Mason slides off the couch and positions himself on the floor between Lucky’s legs. I nibble and lick at Lucky’s neck while watching Mason palm the huge erection and take his time stroking from base to tip with the most adorably sexy look of concentration on his face.

“Have you given a blowjob before, babe?” I ask Mason.

“Yeah, but it was awful. Brad would just kind of grab my head and shove his cock in my mouth, and I’d try not to gag too much while he got himself off.”

“Okay, well Lucky’s not going to do that unless you ask him to. So, you can take your time and enjoy finding ways to pleasure him.”

“That sounds fun,” Mason says, leaning forward and flicking his tongue along the head of Lucky’s cock through his underwear. Lucky squirms, and his cock flexes again. Mason does it a few more times until Lucky is panting, one hand fisting one of his throw pillows and the other gripping my thigh for dear life.

Mason tugs at Lucky’s briefs, finally freeing his cock. He stares at it for a few seconds like it’s a work of art. I’ve seen a lot of cocks, and I have to agree; Lucky’s is incredible—fat and long, dark pink with arousal and pulsing with need. The thick mushroom head is glistening with pre-cum.

Mason licks his lips and then leans forward and gathers Lucky’s pre-cum onto his tongue. The look of innocent surprise on Mason’s face is almost enough all on its own to make me cream my pants. Then he wraps his lips around the head of Lucky’s cock, and I moan right along with Lucky.

“That’s so good, baby,” I praise, and Lucky grunts in agreement, petting Mason’s hair as words seem to be lost to him.

Mason bobs his head, taking Lucky deeper. He makes it about halfway down Lucky’s length before gagging.

“That’s okay,” I assure him. “We can work on your gag reflex if you want, but for now, give me your hand.”

Mason does as I ask, and I position his hand on Lucky’s cock and then show him how to move it in time with the thrusts of his mouth.

“Oh god yeah,” Lucky groans as Mason finds a steady rhythm.

The smell of arousal hangs in the air, and the sloppy sounds of Mason sucking Lucky make my cock even harder, my balls getting heavy and tight. I unzip my pants and reach inside to free my cock. Both Mason and Lucky’s eyes zero in on my hand as I work it fast up and down my cock. I decide to ham it up a bit for them, moaning and thrusting into my fist. Mason tries to match my pace on Lucky’s cock, sucking faster and taking him deeper with each pass.

I turn my head and find Lucky’s lips. We’re both too close to the edge for anything resembling skill as we haphazardly crash our lips together, panting and licking into each other’s mouths.

“Oh shit, I’m going to…ungh,” Lucky warns, and the look of determination on Mason’s face deepens.

Lucky tenses as Mason sucks his orgasm from him. I thrust into my fist a few more times and then cry out against Lucky’s lips as my cum splatters my stomach and chest. Mason is licking the remnants of Lucky’s orgasm off his flagging cock, and then he turns and eyes the mess I’ve made.

“Can I…” His blush deepens, and if I hadn’t just blown my load, it would’ve been hard to resist grabbing Mason and shoving my cock between his swollen, wet lips.

“Lick my cum up and then come kiss me,” I instruct. He can’t feel self-conscious about it if he’s been told to do it, right?

Mason does as I told him, lapping up my release with hungry strokes of his tongue all over my stomach.

“So sexy,” Lucky tells Mason, stroking his fingers gently through Mason’s hair as we both watch him lick me clean. When he’s satisfied he’s gotten every drop, Mason climbs onto my lap and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The combined flavor of Lucky and me in Mason’s mouth makes me crazy.

“Tastes so good,” I murmur against his lips before reaching blindly for Lucky and then dragging him close. I want him to taste too; I want him to be part of this kiss where he belongs.

When Lucky’s lips and tongue join the mix, Mason freezes as he tries to figure out what to do with the addition. After a few seconds, he relaxes and follows our lead, the kiss a hot tangle of tongues, lips seemingly everywhere. It’s pure fucking heaven.

Mason whimpers and grinds against me; it’s then I realize he hasn’t had a chance to come yet.

“Who do you want to suck you off, baby? Me or Lucky?” I ask, and Mason whimpers again.

“Oh god, I don’t know,” he pants, his whole body trembling as he thrusts his hard cock against my stomach again.

“How about both of us?” I suggest with a wicked grin. Mason moans and nods rapidly.

“Please.”

I cock an eyebrow at Lucky to make sure he’s okay with the plan, and he nods and smirks at me.

“Get up real quick,” I instruct Mason.

He stands on shaky legs, and I make quick work of his pants and underwear. He bites his bottom lip and awkwardly moves his hand like he’s considering hiding his erection from view.

“You have such a pretty cock,” I praise, and Lucky hums in agreement.

“It’s smaller than both of yours,” Mason points out as he steps out of his pants and underwear, then kicks them aside.

“Mase, you know I’ve been with a lot of men, and I can tell you with great confidence that size is not the most important thing.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I assure him. “Now, where were we?”

Lucky reaches out and tugs Mason closer to us. With the two of us sitting on the couch and Mason standing in front of us, we’re at the perfect height to have some fun with him.

“I think we were right about here,” Lucky quips, licking a stripe up the underside of Mason’s cock.

“Oh yeah,” I agree before swirling my tongue around the head of Mason’s cock, gathering up the salty, sweet precum.

Mason sways on his feet and clutches at my hair for balance while Lucky and I run our tongues all over his cock, occasionally sharing hot kisses with Mason’s head between us. I use my tongue to trace each vein while Lucky alternates between long slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue along the shaft.

Lucky sneaks a hand under Mason’s shirt, and based on the moans he draws from our sweet boy, I’m betting Lucky’s playing with his nipples. I wrap my lips around the head of Mason’s cock and swallow him down easily. He’s right, he is a bit smaller than Lucky or me, but I was being honest when I told him it didn’t matter. He may not be huge, but when he topped me, it was exactly the right size to peg my prostate every time in the right position. Lucky doesn’t strike me as the type to bottom, but if he is, I don’t see him having any complaints about the size of Mason’s cock either.

I bob my head over his length, humming and moaning as I take him all the way in over and over while Lucky continues to play with his nipples and suck his tightening sac.

“Oh god, oh…I’m…” Mason wails, and I suck harder until his cock plumps in my mouth and then starts to pulse. Salty release bursts on my tongue, and I swallow it down greedily. When I release him, Lucky laps at his sensitive cock, searching for any drop I might’ve left behind.

Mason stumbles forward and ends up in Lucky’s lap. The three of us trade lazy, cum sticky kisses for what feels like hours.

“That was fun,” Mason says with a yawn some time later, resting his head against Lucky’s shoulder.

“Told you sex was fun,” I crow, snuggling close on Lucky’s other side and enjoying the way his arm comes around me to keep me there.

“Yeah, that wasn’t anything like before.”

“I’m glad.” I lean over and brush one more kiss against Mason’s lips, and Lucky smiles at us.

As crazy as this whole thing may be, it seems like it could actually work. God, I hope it does.