Chapter 16 #2
Snake frowned. “Not a clue.”
“I figured.” Horatio stood. “Snake gets stupid when he’s super horny. We need to take care of him now or we’ll end up balls deep in bees.”
“Stupid’s a bit harsh, Horatio.” Snake tossed his coat aside. A small bottle clinked and rolled toward Gunner’s feet.
“Lube? Do you carry that everywhere?” he asked.
“We’re always prepared. It’s the pirate code.” Snake glowered at Horatio. “Who’s the stupid one now, eh?”
“Last time this happened, we called it being ‘sex stupid.’ I didn’t mind then, and I don’t mind now.” Horatio smiled at Gunner. “You don’t mind, right, Cupcake?”
“Who’d mind getting naked with you guys in a place like this?” Gunner’s balls tightened. “But is it safe?”
“We haven’t gotten caught out here,” Snake said. “Yet.”
“Gunner hasn’t topped anyone yet either. Would you like to?”
“I haven’t rimmed anyone yet, either—not that I’m keeping score.” Gunner blushed. “But I’ll need lessons.”
Horatio’s eyes sparked with mischief. “I do love playing teacher.”
“Oof, a bit of role-playing ticks my boxes. What if Horatio pretends he’s your professor, lad?” Snake started yanking off his clothes.
Gunner chuckled to himself. Getting schooled by a hot professor had been one of his fondest wank fantasies. “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Sounds like fun, I guess.”
After they undressed, Horatio set the scene and started the action. Arms crossed, he gave Snake a stern look.
“I told you what would happen if you were late to class again, Mr. Vinter. Assume the position and take your punishment.”
“Yes, sir!” Snake dropped face down in the grass, ass up.
Horatio gave him a spanking that made him gasp with joy.
“I’ll learn faster if you spank me harder, sir.”
“Naughty boy.” Horatio gave Snake a few more smacks, then rubbed between his blushing ass cheeks. “I feel like you’re not getting the message. Maybe you need something… bigger. With more impact, so the punishment lingers.”
“Yes, professor, but please lock the door first.”
Gunner took that as his cue. He pretended to walk in. “Whoa, sorry, Professor! I’ll just come back later.”
“I’d rather you joined us.” Horatio knelt behind Snake and thumbed his hole. “I’m about to prepare Mr. Vinter’s virgin ass for a solid fucking. Care to assist?”
Gunner launched face first into fantasy. Horatio wore horned-rim glasses, a blue dress shirt, and khaki slacks, his hard cock protruded from the open zipper.
“I’m happy to help, sir. But I’ve never done this before, either.” Gunner batted his lashes.
“Guess it’s my lucky day.” Horatio moved over and told Gunner to kneel between Snake’s spread ankles. “First, a nice, wet massage.” He pointed to Snake’s opening. “Put your pretty tongue right here and lick.”
Eager to please, Gunner licked without hesitation, then pulled back in surprise.
“Yes, he’s sweet. Like most people you’ll meet out here, his ass is strictly a sex organ and self-lubricates.
His semen also tastes like honey.” He leaned in closer and stroked Gunner’s hair.
“I’ve wanted to give you a private lesson for quite some time, Mr. Wilkes.
Now, slide your tongue in deeper, fuck him with it. ”
Gunner couldn’t decide what turned him on more: hearing Snake’s moans of pleasure or Horatio’s filthy tutoring.
“Listen to him moan, you could make him come with only your tongue.” He tickled his fingers across Gunner’s ass. “I want you to tease him with a finger now. Just the tip. Good. See how he’s biting into the back of his hand? You’re making him crazy.”
Gunner pushed his finger in deeper, causing Snake to howl.
“That tickles so nicely, but, please, I need a cock inside me.”
“Patience, Mr. Vinter.” Horatio taught Gunner how to suck Snake’s balls. How to gently pull his cock back and lick the crown. How to slide two fingers inside him and find his target.
Snake pushed back against Gunner’s hand. “Please! Fuck me.”
“I think we’ve teased him enough.” Horatio slicked lube over Gunner’s shaft, slow and deliberate, as if making sure he felt each stroke. “Insert the tip slowly. Let him get used to the pressure.”
“How’s this?” Gunner held his dick and gently pushed, gasping when the crown popped in. “He’s so tight.”
“Mr. Vinter is still a sweet virgin.” Horatio coached like a pro. “Push in a bit more—yeah, like that. Did you feel him tighten?”
Gunner nodded, breath quickening, heart racing.
“Once you feel him relax, go deeper.”
He eased in a few more inches. Snake was warmer than he expected a vampire would be. And wetter. Slickness trickled out as Gunner drove deep.
“He’s starving for cock. Feed him.”
Now buried, Gunner’s dick was delightfully crushed from all directions. He found a natural rhythm—one he hoped Snake enjoyed.
“Yes, you glorious twunk! Fuck my tight little virgin ass.” Snake’s voice echoed through the trees, frightening away a few birds. “Harder!”
“How’s this?” He thrust faster. Snake answered with a string of unintelligible nonsense.
“He loves it, I can tell.” Horatio kissed the small of Gunner’s back. “Want me to play with you?” Lube dripped down his ass.
“Yes, please, Professor.” Knees crushing fragrant grass, Gunner gripped Snake’s hips and thrust, determined not to come before him, but Horatio’s fingers pushed him close to the edge.
He leaned forward, craving a third finger or maybe a cock.
Had he really turned into a raving sex maniac overnight?
“Holy hell, I love sex. I love it so much. Can we do this all day?”
“Say yes, professor.” Snake squeezed Gunner’s dick as he came with a shudder.
Spent, Gunner melted against Snake’s back. “How was I?” he asked, wrapping his arms tightly around Snake’s waist.
“Brilliant, lad. And the little cuddle at the end? A nice touch.” Snake glanced back. “We’re not done, right? Another round? Please?”
“Ready for Horatio?” Gunner glanced at Horatio’s throbbing rager. “He’s ready for you.”
“Bring it, Slayer.”
Horatio took Gunner’s place, rubbing the crown over Snake’s hole, now dripping with Gunner’s jizz.
“Stop teasing,” Snake whined.
“Stop being so sexy when you beg.” Horatio slipped in the tip while caressing Snake’s back and hips. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“Shove that beast inside me, Slayer. Plug me full and slap my ass. Call me filthy names and grind my face into the dirt.”
“You know that’s not how I roll.” Horatio combed Snake’s hair with his fingers.
“Just messing, pet. I enjoy how you give it to me. Raunchy and sweet, with pretty words in my ear. But I want my mouth full, too. Can you lay down with your cock under my face, Gunner? I do love a nice spit roast.”
On his back in flowers, Gunner felt like a decadent marquis.
He stretched his arms overhead and gazed at the green tent above.
The sun danced between the foliage, bathing his view with a surreal filter.
He could see Horatio, smiling as he fucked Snake.
Could see Snake’s head bobbing over his lap as he sucked.
He twined Snake’s hair around his fingers, hips curling in lazy, upward strokes.
Mouth open, breath hitching in shallow gasps—he was coming—under the dappled sunlight, with the perfume of flowers all around.
Satisfied, they came to a meandering stop.
Snake lapped cum off Gunner’s front. Horatio spread kisses across Snake’s shoulders.
“My friends, that was inspired.” Snake let out a contented sigh.
“Playing professor was fun.”
“You were amazing! Where did those acting skills come from?” Gunner asked.
“I was a theater geek in high school.” Horatio’s smile could have burned the forest to a crisp. “Anything to get on stage.”
“You lads fucked two days’ worth of jizz out of me.” Snake kissed Gunner’s belly button. “What’s his final grade, professor?”
“A plus. Remind me to slap a gold star on your butt, Cupcake.” Horatio flopped onto the grass, limbs spread wide. “Outside sex is the best.”
Gunner burst into a fit of giggles. “My naked ass is resting on a bed of flowers—they really tickle, you guys.”
“Honestly, it’s what that ass deserves.” Snake licked his lips. “I can still taste you, lad. Like the finest young nectar.”
“You sound like a dirty old man, Snake.” Horatio sat up.
“You nailed the dirty part.” Snake stood and stretched. “Horatio, I know this is where I usually tell you not to mention this to Sugar…”
“But I do anyway. You’re okay with lying to him, but I’m not.”
“Oof.” Snake winced. “I won’t ask you to ever keep my secrets again.”
Horatio blinked. “That’s huge. Why now?”
“What you and Gunner said the other day stuck with me. I don’t love him, but I don't want to keep hurting him.”
“It’s a step in the right direction,” Horatio said. “Ready for Princess Petal?”
“My head’s clear. Onward.” Once dressed, Snake led them through a twisting maze of trails. While they walked, Gunner pondered what he’d said about not loving Sugar. To Gunner, it seemed like Snake loved Sugar more than anyone else in the universe.
But I’m the new guy, what do I know?
The temperature dropped. Fog crept in, blanketing the landscape in a funeral shroud that hid even the brightest blossoms. Around the bend, a castle loomed into view, vast and foreboding—a monolith of gray stone.
Blade-like turrets jutted toward the sky.
Coats of arms rippled ominously overhead as they followed the path.
Snake waved a hand. “Here it is. Princess Petal’s den of iniquity.”
This wasn’t the palace of a benevolent princess. This was a citadel of creepiness. Gunner imagined Nosferatu himself haunting the corridors. When the drawbridge lowered with the shriek of a banshee, Gunner had to force himself not to flee.