2

Thursday was a long day.

I messaged Christoffer to say I wouldn’t be able to make it this weekend because my boss was a slave-driving ass.

At least it’s a good-looking ass, Christoffer replied.

Tina knocked on my booth at half past eleven.

“Tyler? Joel says he wants you in the conference room at one for the meeting with Mercury.”

I scowled, my mood getting worse by the second. “He could have emailed me, messaged me, or come here to tell me himself. You’re not his secretary.”

Tina rolled her eyes. “Calm down, Avenger. I bumped into Joel in the kitchen. He mentioned you might need to be there. I told him I’d let you know.”

It took a me a while, but in the end, I had to admit I had no comeback to something so…normal. Damn it. He didn’t even give me valid reasons to hate on him.

“I’ll be there,” I mumbled, turning back to my screen.

“He’s a good guy, Tyler. Cut him some slack,” Tina said.

“Me?” I pivoted on my chair to face her. Joel was the one being a jerk. And he was the boss! How was I supposed to cut him slack?

“You know what I mean,” Tina threw over her shoulder, walking away toward her desk.

“What?” I called after her, but she didn’t reply.

Two hours later, I parked my butt in the conference room, opposite Joel. He was looking at his laptop screen intently, not acknowledging me. He never talked to me unless he absolutely had to.

“Nice tie. Matches the ice in your chest,” I commented.

“They will be here in three minutes. Please behave,” Joel said evenly, still not lifting his gaze from the laptop.

“You don’t like it when I behave,” I told him, leaning back.

His eyes flashed to me for an instant, and his lip twitched. Otherwise, expression Number One: immaculate control and contained rage. “Tyler, can you act professionally for ninety minutes?” he hissed.

That was it. How come I was suddenly the unprofessional one?

“How’s your throat today, Joel? Sore?” I asked loudly just as the door creaked open.

Joel sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw. Red stain crept up his neck, but he stood gracefully and offered his hand to the forty-something woman who entered the room. A tall young man in a lovely dark-blue suit followed her. He had high cheekbones and porcelain skin, and he blushed fiercely when he saw me. Nice. I made sure to smile at him when we shook hands. His eyelids fluttered. Matt, who held the door for the Mercury people, gave us a tight greeting and closed it.

We sat, and my attention shifted from the young beauty back to my boss. Joel’s stare became glacial. I smirked. This was going to be fun.

***

It wasn’t fun. At all. Their requirements were unspecific, their expectations exaggerated, and the pretty boy was a pretentious jerk. I suffered through the hour and a half trying not to let them know they had only wasted my time.

Joel accompanied the Mercury people to the hall and shook hands with both. I tried to slip past them back to my soundproof sanctuary, intent on closing myself in there for the rest of the day. I hated client meetings with a passion—even when they involved pretty young things. But Joel called after me, ruining my escape.

“Tyler? Can you wait in the conference room? It will only take a minute.”

I let out my frustration by making the face of a backstabbed warrior and slowly turned around.

Back in the conference room, I sat down on the same chair, which was still warm from my butt. Hopefully, Joel would only want to go through the details of the meeting and then I could go hide again.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

“I have a request,” he began slowly. He stayed by the door, as far from me as possible.

I leaned forward and supported my chin in my palm, waiting.

“I can’t let the situation get out of hand,” Joel continued, suspiciously vague. “I have some serious private matters going on right now. I hope you will understand and help me to…handle this gracefully. I can’t afford any added complications.”

Oh, it was that kind of a request!

“Joel, I told you, I won’t out you. I’m not a complete shit,” I said with disgust. What the hell did he think of me?

Joel flashed me a disturbed look. “No, I know that. I only need us to…stop being personal.”

“You mean you won’t suck my dick anymore, boss?”

He had the grace to wince, yet he didn’t reply.

I stood. “I haven’t initiated anything between us for the past month and a half, Joel. It’s always been you. We can stop. No problem. Is that all?”

His eyes finally met mine, and he stared. I searched his expression for a hint of regret, but there was nothing. His eyes were empty—disturbingly so. The look lasted for five seconds. I knew because I counted in my head.

“Yes. That’s all,” he finally said.

“Good. I have work to do,” I told him, and he all but jumped out of the way. The door shut with a thud, closing Joel in the large sterile conference room by himself.

Why? Why did it itch and burn in my stomach when I imagined not touching him again? He was arrogant, cold, closeted, and not interested.

Damn it. Fuck it all to hell.

The blinking green light on my phone broke the downward spiral of my thoughts.

Adam says you should come to our place tonight. Dinner, drink, relax, Christoffer wrote.

Just what I needed. Hell yes. I’d love to unwind.

Him: The boss again?

I sighed at my screen. Christoffer knew me well. The boss again.

Him: It’s not worth it. You should quit before it gets complicated.

Too late for that.

Thanks for the invitation. I’ll be there at seven, I wrote.

Him: See you :)

***

I sat in Christoffer and Adam’s kitchen, drinking their expensive wine and watching as they cleaned up after dinner. Well, Christoffer was doing most of the cleaning while Adam chatted and flitted around, occasionally grabbing Christoffer’s ass or kissing his cheek.

Small and lithe, dark-haired, with milky skin and big innocent eyes, Adam was a lovely guy. They looked great together—my old friend, burly Christoffer, and him.

“You want to play?” Adam asked innocently when he refilled my glass.

“Not today,” I said, and he pouted his pretty lips.

“He’s hung up on his boss,” Christoffer muttered, drying his hands on a dish towel. Adam’s huge doe eyes widened even more.

“On Joel Sandstrom?”

“No,” I protested tiredly, faking disinterest.

“Yes, he is.”

“I’m exhausted, that’s all. But I’d love to watch.”

Adam grinned. “You can watch,” he said. “Right, baby?” He turned to his partner, put a hand on his shoulder and, stretching on his tiptoes, licked Christoffer’s ear.

Christoffer hummed. “Oh yeah.”

***

Lounging in a low armchair on their patio, I looked on as they kissed, still dressed. The spacious house stood at the foot of a cliff; the sea hummed in the distance, and the closest neighbor was a mile away. Their home was perfectly secluded and totally worth the forty-five-minute drive to work they did daily.

The night was humid, the air unmoving. Under the patio roof, surrounded by rhododendrons and pine trees, the sounds didn’t travel. When Christoffer bit Adam’s nipple, the young man’s yelp ended sharply with no echo. The small hideaway behind their house felt cut off from the rest of the world, and I just drifted away in my mind—away from the city, from work, from demanding clients, from Joel Sandstrom—far away from everyday reality and into this hot little bubble of erotic perfection.

I drank more of the wine and let my head fall back, enjoying the tingling in my groin. Adam’s T-shirt slid to the wooden deck, and he sat in Christoffer’s lap on the large sofa in front of me. Christoffer’s hands kneaded his ass as Adam ground against his partner for a while, kissing and suckling on his tongue. They were beautiful together—the contrast between them inexplicably arousing—both exquisite but completely different.

Christoffer was broad and heavily muscled with thick body hair. His barrel torso was covered with light freckles, and he had a slightly protruding but firm belly and a distinct V-shaped abdomen. When Adam stood to take off the rest of his clothes, the bulge in Christoffer’s jeans looked threateningly large. I knew the size of that cock, the girth. Christoffer was a similar length to me, but heavy and impossibly thicker at the tip, the veins even more visible when he was hard. And he was circumcised.

I couldn’t wait for when he pulled the monster out. I could suck him again. I knew I said I only wanted to watch but damn it…I could feel the familiar itch, not just arousal, but small tingly bubbles of freedom whispering through my bloodstream. I could do anything. I could touch and taste, and it would only make us all feel glorious.

Adam looked fragile in his lover’s massive arms, his milky skin blemish free, his hairless chest smooth and wiry. He had a small, but gorgeous butt with dimples above, fitting perfectly into Christoffer’s palms. He was naked now, rubbing his cock against his lover’s belly. Their bodies had the quality of classical art, outrageously beautiful—a harmony of curves and angles, fitting together with ease like old, familiar lovers do. Their obvious affection for each other was most beautiful of all.

Christoffer caught Adam in his arms and flipped him on his back. He licked a swathe up Adam’s cock, and his gaze turned to me as he hovered above the glowing, lean body laid out in front of him.

“Sure you don’t want to join us?”

I shook my head. Later. “I’m loving the view,” I said, smiling, and rubbed my groin with my palm.

Adam tugged Christoffer’s head back down, making him suck his cock and moaning as he bowed his back, stretching his arms above his head. He got off on me watching them. He loved Christoffer deeply and unconditionally, but he enjoyed attention. And Christoffer knew how to give it to him.

They started playing with threesomes and other couples two years back. It only solidified their relationship. They had rules they were both comfortable with, and they knew how to stay connected at all times as if there were an invisible wire between them. I envied them.

I opened my pants and stroked my cock. My hand felt cold and it dampened my arousal, which was a good thing. Adam grabbed his legs under his knees and opened up for his lover, sighing loudly as Christoffer licked over his pucker, balls, and up his cock several times.

“You’re making our friend so hard, sweetheart,” Christoffer told Adam between licks, and Adam groaned, grinding onto the tongue fucking his ass.

I shifted in my seat so I could see better, watching where Christoffer’s beard brushed the soft skin of Adam’s taint. My hard cock in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, I was at ease with myself after what felt like weeks of constant tension.

“Turn around, baby,” Christoffer said, and Adam obeyed, turning onto all fours so I could see his pucker, wet from saliva.

Christoffer slid two fingers inside him, and Adam moaned.

“Jesus, Adam,” I sighed. He was exquisite, so hot and horny. His erotic abandon was a harsh contrast to his innocent eyes. “I want to come watching Christoffer’s cock plow your ass.”

“That’s…the plan,” Adam said, grunting.

Christoffer licked again around his fingers and then he used both hands. Pushing two index fingers inside, he stretched Adam’s hole open and added his tongue. He was careful to angle his head so I could see. I squeezed my cock.

Adam hissed and swore, rocking back on Christoffer’s fingers and tongue. I caught glimpses of his neglected hard shaft between his thighs.

Suddenly Christoffer stopped and stepped back.

Adam whined. “No!” He reached behind him and pushed his own fingers into his hole as if he couldn’t bear the emptiness. I knew how he felt. God, I hadn’t been fucked in ages.

Christoffer stripped out of his jeans, naked underneath them, and stroked his giant tool, watching his partner writhe in frustration.

“You need me that bad, sweetheart?” he asked.

Adam only swore again.

I put the wine on the low table next to my armchair. Adam could wait for two more minutes.

“C, come here,” I said, surprising myself. Adam turned his head, and he stared as I stroked my cock, otherwise still fully clothed. I beckoned Christoffer closer and grabbed his erection by the root, guiding it to my face. I licked the head, tasting the pre-come there.

Adam watched us with his fingers deep in his ass. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, straightening on his knees and teasing his cockhead lightly, rocking on his fingers.

Satisfied that Adam was enjoying the view, I refocused back on Christoffer’s cock. “This thing is a work of art,” I grinned as I opened my mouth and sucked on the head. Christoffer hummed. I licked all around the huge penis, kissing it, dragging my lips up and down the underside, and then sucked it deep in my mouth, taking in as much of it as I could. It was so big, the largest fucking thing I’ve ever attempted to take down my throat. I choked.

“God, that’s hot,” Adam moaned from the sofa.

I slid my mouth off Christoffer’s cock, kissed the tip and gave the slit one last lick.

“Go fuck your boy. He’s driving himself crazy over there,” I said, and slapped Christoffer’s meaty ass as he took the two steps back to the sofa. I returned to jerking myself, using my other hand to fondle my balls and brush my fingers over my dry hole. There wasn’t much space in my open jeans, but I wasn’t in a hurry. I teased and paced myself, focused on the gorgeous, horny men in front of me.

Adam pulled his fingers out and reached between the cushions for lube. He handed it to Christoffer.

“Want your cock, now,” he demanded.

Christoffer lubed himself up quickly and gripped Adam by his hips, dragging his body closer so that he was perched on his knees on the edge of the sofa with Christoffer stood behind him at a convenient angle. They used condoms with hookups but not with each other—another reason I envied them.

I saw everything. Adam’s tight balls, his hairless taint, his pink, stretched hole, now glistening with lube. I saw when the tip of Christoffer’s monster cock kissed the flesh, and I loved how impossible it seemed at first.

Christoffer grabbed a fistful of Adam’s hair; with his other hand, he held Adam’s ass in place, thumb just by his hole, fingers digging into pale skin, and he pushed, the tip popping in. He thrust inside in one long stroke, Adam’s insatiable ass giving way immediately. Adam pushed back until the huge cock was all the way inside him.

Adam’s mouth was slack, eyes squeezed shut, his neck corded as Christoffer held his head up by the hair.

“Yesss! Fuuuck! Yes! Give it to me!” the smaller man shouted, and Christoffer eased back, until only the head of his cock was inside, before he pushed in forcefully, knocking another shout out of Adam.

Adam was so slim, so small, his hips narrow and waist lean—I had to wonder where the hell did Christoffer’s monster of a penis fit when it plunged as deep as it would go. Yet Adam’s face was pure bliss when Christoffer drilled into him, rearranging his insides.

I stood up. My cock was drooling, and I licked my palm to ease the way further. I stepped closer to the couple, stroking myself harder now. I slid my hand over Christoffer’s shoulder and down his back, caressing his ass. The muscles rippled under my touch as he thrust into Adam.

“You are so hot together,” I said and reached to touch Adam’s back, tracing his ribs. Christoffer let go of Adam’s hair, and Adam sank onto his forearms, his ass in the air as he pushed back onto Christoffer’s cock, his needy whimpers high and loud. I kneeled on the floor next to Adam and watched his slim cock. It stuck out towards his belly and waved in the air with the force of Christoffer’s thrusts.

I caught it in my fist.

Adam wailed.

“Wait,” Christoffer said and pulled on Adam’s hips. With his cock nestled in Adam’s hole, he took Adam with him as he turned and sat on the edge of the sofa. Adam was now perched on his lap, straddling him, his back to Christoffer’s chest, feet on the sofa by Christoffer’s thighs. They made themselves vulnerable for me, exposed to my gaze and touch. They trusted me. The wave of gratitude I felt only heightened my arousal.

My clothes were too tight over my skin, my skin too tight on my body, and I felt like I could be their slave there on the floor in front of them. I wanted to. I could ask them to use me, and I wouldn’t have to think or decide or handle anything or anybody… Christoffer would laugh his ass off on my fantasies. Or maybe I could be the Master, just watching them fuck all day long, inventing new wicked ways for them to exhaust themselves. When they’d be all sweaty and covered with come, I’d beckon them forward and order them to lick my cock…

Adam’s legs opened wide, his tight, hairless balls and hole were right in front of my face when he began rocking on Christoffer’s cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me feed your hungry hole. Ride me. Show him,” Christoffer whispered into Adam’s ear. Adam’s narrow hips lifted as Christoffer held him, and he pushed down, impaling himself back onto the fat, hard dick. He watched me with hooded eyes.

I kneeled before them as if they were gods. Maybe they were—their perfect bodies moving in harmony, glowing in the night lights. The pleasure they experienced created a magical kind of mist around them, and I felt privileged to be witnessing their sex, as if I was admitted to a sacred ritual.

I was stroking myself hard and fast now, my eyes roaming over their sweat-slicked bodies but getting stuck on the spot behind Adam’s balls where the massive erection moved in and out of his ass.

Adam leaned farther back, the tight muscles of his torso and stomach mesmerizing as he rode Christoffer’s cock in a frenzy.

“Yeah! That’s the spot. Right there!” he yelled. “Oh fuck, C, this cock’s been made for me!”

I remembered when both of our dicks were inside that amazing hole. The memory of my shaft in the tight heat, Christoffer’s dick gliding along mine in that special place Adam offered us. Adam had come screaming his lungs out—he all but passed out afterwards. He still talked about it sometimes as the greatest feeling in the world—two cocks up his spasming ass and come smeared over our three bodies… However, we’d never done that again because of the time it took for Adam to recover after the brutal fucking. He hinted sometime he’d love to try again, but Christoffer refused, worried. Adam respected him. Sometimes Christoffer would add a finger alongside his cock as he fucked Adam, and Adam would go insane. He was a treasure to be cherished.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my dick getting more and more impatient, my balls drawing up already.

Adam anchored himself with his hands behind Christoffer’s neck and moved like the dancer he was. He rocked, circling his hips, then he fucked himself hard on Christoffer’s cock. When he got tired, he rested his head on Christoffer’s shoulder and held still, letting Christoffer thrust up into him while his shaft bobbed in the air in front of my face.

When Christoffer held him in place with his large hands and fucked upward into him with force, I felt myself coming close. One hand flying over my dick, I lifted the other and touched Adam’s balls, traced his stretched, slick hole, feeling the dick invading it. I caught Adam’s cock in my hand and leaned closer, sucking it into my mouth.

Adam shuddered. “Ty! Oh god!”

“Yeah, Tyler. Make my boy. Lose. His fucking. Mind!” Christoffer gritted out between fucks.

Christoffer’s thrusts became deeper but more controlled, giving me space to suck Adam’s lovely cock. With Adam’s weeping erection in my mouth, I watched as the young man flopped back like he was losing consciousness, and he keened.

I imagined how he felt, his prostate under the assault of the greatest dick in town and his erection in my mouth. He must have been in heaven.

His come spilled on my tongue, and I felt Christoffer’s movements stutter. I let Adam’s cock slide free and licked my lips as I watched Christoffer move Adam’s light, lithe body over his erection as if he were throwing a doll in the air. Adam was now limp in Christoffer’s arms, but his hole seemed to still be contracting around the invasion. Christoffer came, grunting quietly, holding his lover’s body tight, his cock buried to the hilt as it released inside Adam.

Adam’s face was slack, eyes still closed, and he lay sprawled over Christoffer’s lap, slurring words in a post-coital trance. “Love you, baby. You fuck me so good, so deep, you’re so deep inside me… Love you. Love your cock. I can feel your come, baby. So deep. Love you so much…”

Christoffer hid his face in Adam’s neck and roamed his hands all over Adam’s spent body, comforting him. He rocked back and forth, his cock still deep in Adam’s ass, keeping the load of come safely inside. Adam’s chest was heaving; his now red, swollen lips moved wordlessly, and his exhausted body twitched a few times as if he were still coming. This was no usual afterglow. Coming down from the dangerous high of his pleasure, Adam would have fallen apart and scattered if Christoffer hadn’t held him together. Adam was an intensely sexual being, animalistic, but also vulnerable in his senseless passion. Hot as fuck.

I stood up and cupped my balls, jerking myself with my right hand. Adam’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and he peered up at me. His deep-brown eyes seemed old all of a sudden. With languid movements, he ran his palm over his sated cock and smiled at me, his tongue peeking out.

“Yeah, c’mon. Come all over us,” he whispered, hoarse.

I did. Fearing whose face I’d see if I closed my eyes, I kept them open for almost all of my orgasm. My come splashed out of me, flying through the air before it landed on Christoffer’s thighs, Adam’s spent cock and his balls. And even so, a part of my mind drifted to Joel. Damn it all to hell.

I sank back onto the floor between their legs.

“Thank you, guys,” I said.

Adam sighed, his eyes closing again. He was so gorgeous.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart. I love you,” Christoffer said to Adam, before he looked at me and smiled. “Thank you,” he said, heavy meaning in his eyes. He adored his beautiful boy; keeping Adam happy was his priority. And right now, Adam was floating on cloud nine—sucked dry with his partner’s cock still inside him. He was loved, admired, and pampered.

I had no words to describe how amazed I always was by them both. I acted instead.

I bent forward and licked Adam’s balls, catching drops of come—mine or his, who knew? I stroked the insides of his thighs and lower, tracing Christoffer’s balls as well, and coming back to the place where they were still joined.

I knew why the place fascinated me. I circled the edge of Adam’s hole with my index finger, stroked the root of Christoffer’s cock… They lay back relaxing on the way down from their bliss and letting me in on their unique intimacy. It was their love that fascinated me. And the place where they were joined was a physical manifestation of that love. I kissed it. I tasted lube but didn’t care.

“Oh god…” Adam sighed.

“Fuck. Yes,” Christoffer moaned quietly.

I kissed Christoffer’s balls again, then Adam’s. Then I licked at Adam’s taint. I kissed the rim of Adam’s hole and the cock buried there until Christoffer started to soften. Then I nipped at Adam’s limp dick one last time and stood up, towering above them.

They watched me—Adam with awe, and Christoffer, my oldest friend, with worry.

They repositioned and wiped off the worst of the various fluids covering them. Adam cuddled to Christoffer’s side, both of them naked and relaxed, and I brought us each a glass of wine. We sat and chatted until Adam’s eyelids started to droop and he fell asleep in Christoffer’s arms.

“How are you, really?” Christoffer asked, stroking Adam’s arm and shoulder as he dozed, curled in close.

“I’m good,” I said. Then I sighed and told him honestly. “I might want what you have.”

“You’re not getting Adam, dude,” Christoffer grinned. He was joking—mostly.

I smiled. “You know what I mean.”

Christoffer’s face grew serious. “Yeah. It’s hard to find and even harder to keep. I’m lucky as hell and trying every day not to fuck it up.”

“He adores you.”

“Yes, he does,” Christoffer leaned down and kissed the top of his sleeping partner’s head. “You’re not going to find this with types like Joel, you know.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Still, I couldn’t help but imagine it. How would it feel to be balls-deep in Joel’s ass and have him look at me like Adam looked at Christoffer?

“I have to go. Early morning tomorrow. Sorry, I’m going to miss the party on Saturday.”

“Don’t worry. We had quite an evening tonight,” he said and winked.

I put the empty glass on the tray and rose. I kissed sleeping Adam on his forehead and exchanged an affectionate kiss with Christoffer. He stroked my cheek.

“Thanks for today. And be careful out there,” he said.

I nodded goodbye.