25. Caleb #3
Seven pushes himself harder, gagging on Vortex’s cock until it’s buried entirely in his mouth. Vortex’s balls are against his chin, and Seven stays there as I get ready to take his ass.
I push Seven’s t-shirt up and kiss the bare skin of his back while I undo Seven’s belt. He moans and wiggles his ass to help me get his jeans down.
I give his ass a light smack. “If you keep writhing like that, you’ll fall off the chair, pet.”
Seven pulls back off of Vortex’s cock, and he’s breathless as he replies, “I’ll be more careful, Master.”
He’s not. He keeps squirming as he goes back to sucking Vortex, and I have to hold him in place by his hips to keep him from getting near the edge of the chair.
Vortex chuckles, watching us, and he shakes his head. “What are we going to do with him, Caleb?”
“If I spear him with my cock, he might not be able to move as much,” I suggest with amusement.
“So you should probably do that, hmm?” Vortex says, his fingers tightening briefly in Seven’s hair before he releases him. Seven whines in protest, but Vortex goes back to petting his hair instead of tugging on it.
I drag my slick cock along Seven’s hole, and he whimpers beautifully in response. “Lovely,” I say, using my fingers to spread his hole wide. Part of me wants to say something degrading, to call him a perfect hole, to be cruel , but I know it wouldn’t make him feel good.
It’s funny to think that I care this much about somebody else’s feelings now.
I lean forward to kiss the back of Seven’s neck, then get my cock lined up. “I won’t ask if you’re ready. I’m taking what’s mine.”
Seven moans around Vortex’s cock, lifting his ass more in the air.
“He’s ready,” Vortex says. “Aren’t you, beautiful?”
Another muffled sound comes from Seven as he starts to choke himself on Vortex’s cock again. He takes him all the way, which will never cease to amaze me.
My own head is swimming with arousal. I push in, grunting at how tight and hot Seven is. There’s a moment where all I can feel is Seven, my entire body consumed by him.
I bottom out and clutch Seven’s hips tightly. “I’m going to start thrusting,” I say to Vortex—but it’s really for Seven.
Seven’s body relaxes and takes me in easily as I start moving.
Vortex’s fingers tighten in Seven’s hair again, which I suspect is more for Seven’s benefit than his own, and he encourages Seven to pull off before taking him again.
Seven takes the hint readily, starting to fuck his own mouth with Vortex’s cock even as he pushes back against me.
He moves between the two of us, thoroughly speared on both ends, and his muffled moans sound around Vortex’s cock.
Sweat trickles down my neck and into my shirt. The cool fall air does nothing to mitigate the heat we’re generating.
Seven squeezes around my cock, and a sudden wave of pleasure slams into me. I groan and thrust faster, angling for that spot I know will make Seven scream.
Even though the sound is garbled, I still hear it, and I smile as he moves his head more fervently so he can take Vortex faster, deeper, harder. He’s pushing back against me, and his body gets more and more tense as the pleasure ramps up in all three of us.
Vortex is the first to let go, groaning as he twists his fingers lightly in Seven’s hair and keeping him held close — albeit briefly — as he comes with a blissful expression on his face.
I speed up my thrusts. “You’re going to come without either of us touching your cock,” I growl, squeezing Seven’s ass. “So I hope you’re close.”
Seven moans more emphatically around Vortex, who releases him with a groan.
“Come for us, beautiful,” Vortex says, his voice rough as he cups Seven’s face. “You’re right there. I can see it. Come with Caleb fucking you, with my cum in your mouth.”
It takes a few more thrusts, and Seven is frantically licking along Vortex’s spent cock as he tenses more and more.
Then his ass clenches around my cock as he spills with a cry, his head ducked low.
“Please, Caleb,” he pleads.
I finally let myself go, slamming in all the way. My orgasm rips through me, and I let out a long moan as I fill him up. For a few beautiful moments, my thoughts are devoid of anything but Seven.
My breathing slowly evens out, and I reluctantly pull my softening cock out of Seven. I stroke his sides, noticing how out of breath he is, too.
The afternoon sun beats down on us and a cool breeze brushes against my skin.
“Do you need help getting up, pet?” I ask gently.
“Need… a second,” he pants before collapsing down onto the chair.
Vortex looks briefly alarmed, but then he must catch sight of Seven’s face because he relaxes and chuckles. “You did so well,” he praises him. “Taking the both of us like that as your reward.”
I stumble over to the other chair and sit down, my cock still out. Vortex stays by Seven’s side, petting him and brushing his hair back.
When Seven glances in my direction, I smile.
“You see?” I say. “I knew you could shoot guns.”
Vortex smiles, tucking his cock away before helping Seven up so he can pull up his pants and get him dressed too.
“If this is what I get for that…” Seven says with a breathless, giddy laugh as he leans back in the chair, “I guess I’ll learn how to do more things.”
“Guess you will,” Vortex says.
I want Seven to learn everything, I think.
I’m going to make sure Seven can thrive.