Chapter Twenty #3
“You mean anal?” Rus asked. “Because technically speaking, oral is still—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s all sex.” Kaiden waved a hand to shoo away the lecture. “But I was thinking maybe if everyone is comfortable with it, we could explore something more.”
“Hey, I’m on board for any ass pounding,” Dylan said with a minxy expression, letting his eyes fall on Kaiden and then onto Rus, quite suggestively.
“I’m also on board with giving, not receiving,” Rus clarified. “Sorry, love.”
Dylan made a playful pouty face. “Someone get me a D20, I wanna test my charisma.”
Rus broke out into laughter.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Kaiden pulled his pants up just enough to excuse himself before either could protest. “You two continue, please.”
He left the bedroom and made his way to the guest bathroom, where he’d stored a few prep supplies in case things ever got to the next level.
Mostly, they’d stuck with kissing and oral and the occasional rim job.
But—pun intended—since they were going further, Kaiden wanted to make sure he was ready for the fun without worrying about any mess.
Not that Kaiden was too worried, since he kept a high fiber diet for general health reasons, with the added benefit of ensuring a safe bottoming experience.
Still, he preferred not to chance anything his first time with Dylan and Rus.
Christ, he wondered if he’d be taking both of them?
Probably not at the same time, surely. As he worked, fantasy turned into anxiety.
They weren’t small guys, and Kaiden didn’t exactly mess around regularly.
“Fuck.” Kaiden gulped.
After he cleaned himself up and readied for any possible direction this evening might go, Kaiden undressed somewhat.
He kept his corset vest and dress shirt on, but he removed his slacks and even his boxers because why not be a bit bold?
Before he fully undressed from the waist down, he considered keeping one fashionable accessory, and then went to retrieve a bottle of lube he had tucked away behind the mirror in the medicine cabinet.
Then he made his way back to the other side of the trailer, where he found Dylan and Rus making out on the floor as they stroked each other.
Kaiden cleared his throat loudly, almost wishing he hadn’t interrupted the show, but he posed in the doorway all the same.
Rus’ eyes lit up at the sight of Kaiden’s shirt stays. “The sexy garters!”
“The what?” Dylan asked. “Sorry, I’m too lost on the sexy man parading around half naked.”
“Or half dressed,” Kaiden teased, taking a dainty step or two into the room.
Rus and Dylan kept their eyes trained on Kaiden. It was intimidating and intoxicating all at once.
“Just a quick reminder,” Kaiden said, eyeing them both on the floor below him. “I told you the bed is very durable.”
“Maybe we have some very un-durable plans.” Dylan waggled his eyebrows.
“Is that even a word?”
“Durable is,” Rus said. “Pretty sure all words are words so long as you say it with enough confidence.”
“I don’t think that’s how—”
Dylan and Rus each snatched one of Kaiden’s arms and dragged him to the floor before he had a chance to ramble his way into a random debate. He laughed with a gasp as he fell on top of them, grateful for their intervention and for their united force in bracing his impact.
“I brought stuff if anyone is, you know, feeling, I don’t know, stuff and such…”
“Dear Kaiden, are you coming onto us?” Dylan asked suggestively.
“No, I just want to be ready in case we…me…you…anyone really, wants to you know.”
“Hmmm…” Dylan purred against the back of Kaiden’s ear, nibbling on his neck ever so. “And what might you be ready for?”
“Well, I’m ready for anything, really.”
“Anything?” Rus asked, his lips were close enough to taste. “That’s quite the offering.”
Kaiden leaned closer, kissing Rus, losing himself in the moment. Dylan’s hands moved behind him, caressing him and sliding his fingers under the shirt stays in a teasing way. When Dylan reached his hand around Kaiden’s shaft, he growled into Rus’ mouth.
“You seem quite eager,” Dylan rasped into Kaiden’s ear, tugging on the lobe.
“I am,” he whispered in response.
“Nervous?”
“No,” he replied far too quickly, which made his voice crack.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Dylan said, teasing him with each breath that hit Kaiden’s neck. “I want to make sure you’re ready, you’re comfortable.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Kaiden panted, anxious and excited and wound up with a million different feelings. “I want to feel both of you. Want to please both of you.”
“That can be arranged.” Rus kissed Kaiden’s neck, just under his jaw.
Kaiden glimpsed Dylan retrieve the lube and went to turn his head further when Rus stole his attention with another kiss.
The mixed sensations left him lost in a delirium of excitement and a frenzy of awkward exposure.
As much as Kaiden felt confused and unworthy, he also sank into the comfort of being surrounded by those he trusted more than anything.
A cool splash of lube trickled down his crack, quickly warmed by the gentle touch of Dylan’s hand.
Kaiden moaned, pulling his lips away from Rus’ mouth, as Dylan inserted a finger.
Maybe two. It was a lot, but he knew it wasn’t Dylan’s cock.
No way had a beast like that slipped right in without protest.
Much as expected, Dylan took his time fingering Kaiden, lubing his hole, and readying him. Kaiden leaned forward, almost bending entirely over despite Rus being directly in front of him. Not that Rus protested, in fact, he stared down at Kaiden with quite the voracious appetite.
“Well, well.” Rus unfastened his belt and fished out his dick, lightly slapping Kaiden with the head.
Kaiden opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as Rus continued stroking his semi-erect cock and smacking Kaiden with it.
Kaiden groaned from Dylan’s sudden withdrawal, and that prompted Rus to shove his cock into his mouth.
Kaiden gagged and gurgled and allowed Rus to take immediate control over his head as he attempted to bob fast enough to keep up with the insatiable desires. Meanwhile, the girth of Dylan’s cock rubbed against Kaiden’s exposed crack, the lube warming as their skin buzzed from the contact.
It wouldn’t be long. Kaiden knew any second, Dylan would push in, and the mere thought excited and terrified him—so much so, his throat tightened. It made it impossible for him to take Rus’ dick any further. Choking more than anticipated, he spit out Rus’ dick and panted.
“Sorry, I just need a second.”
“No worries, baby.” Rus ran the length of his dick along Kaiden’s face, teasing him with the head.
He’d bring the tip close to Kaiden’s lips, then pull it away.
“You ready?” Dylan asked, running his hand up Kaiden’s back until he reached about midway.
Kaiden arched, not an easy feat with his corset vest, even if he’d loosened it a bit when he stepped out earlier.
Dylan followed Kaiden’s prompting and pushed the head of his cock inside him. The immediate burn sent a shiver of pain surging through him. Kaiden let out a whimper.
“Relax.” Dylan trailed his hand over Kaiden’s lower back, holding him steady as he kept his cock in place.
It sat inside Kaiden, merely an inch or two, but enough for Kaiden to ache already.
“Focus on Rus and just relax your body,” Dylan instructed, moving his hands down to Kaiden’s hips and rocking forward ever so.
Kaiden groaned, opening his mouth in the process, and gratefully accepting Rus’ dick. The giant member constricting his throat muscles definitely distracted him from the massive shaft shoving its way inside him.
“And we’re in,” Dylan growled.
He rested a hand on the back of Kaiden’s head, his body stretched out on top of Kaiden entirely.
“You hear that, baby?” Rus asked, tilting Kaiden’s head just enough to look up at him.
Kaiden’s eyes watered from how deep Rus had shoved his dick.
Soon, Dylan began to thrust, taking slow strokes to ease his way deeper into Kaiden.
Each pump came with a rhythmic grunt of satisfaction as Dylan quickly increased his pace.
The further he pushed his cock into Kaiden, the more he believed it’d rip him open any second.
Pain consumed him; even as he worked on Rus’ dick, the distraction became impossible.
The carpet offered the briefest of distractions, rubbing awkwardly against his knees and palms as he tried to stay firmly planted. Still, the ebb and flow of being spit-roasted jostled him in place.
Just when Kaiden thought he couldn’t endure anymore, just when he thought he’d buckle, when he’d need to pause, his body warmed in an entirely new way.
The pain that’d radiated throughout every cell of his being had washed away, now replaced by this euphoric pressure.
It struck everywhere, gliding across his skin and melding deep within his muscles.
Rus pulled out of Kaiden’s mouth as he moaned with pleasure.
Dylan pressed his chest on Kaiden’s back and clasped his hand underneath Kaiden’s chin, turning his head to the side.
Kaiden’s lips met Dylan’s, and the pair lost themselves in each other’s thrusts.
Kaiden groaned into Dylan’s mouth, and Dylan growled right back at Kaiden.
Each pump made Kaiden’s dick grow harder.
Each buck of Dylan’s hips slapping against his skin sent an electric shiver of excitement.
Each smack of their lips drew Kaiden deeper into the bliss of ecstasy.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dylan panted, gently grinding against Kaiden, and pushing his cock in and out at a steady rhythm.
“Probably the best boy,” Rus said, grabbing Kaiden on either side of his head and returning his gaze directly ahead.
Rus pushed his dick up to Kaiden’s mouth, and he greedily accepted, struggling to swallow as much as possible while Dylan continued ramming him from behind.
Kaiden lost himself in that second, stretching his jaw to further accommodate Rus, who bucked faster and harder. Dylan’s skin smacked against Kaiden, Rus’ fingers gripped a fistful of Kaiden’s hair. It seemed they both moved in unison, slamming as deep into Kaiden as they could from either end.
As Kaiden tilted his head to the side to make room for Rus’ curved cock continuing to slam hard into the back of his throat, he glimpsed the guys in the corner of his eye. They’d lifted one of their arms each, extending their hands to each other, and interlocking their fingers.
They grunted; eyes locked onto each other as they rammed into Kaiden. They were gods to him, glorious and triumphant. Kaiden let out muffled groans as Dylan thrust into him harder, his gurgles difficult to hear with Rus shoving in and out of his mouth.
Dylan took his free hand, slowly sliding it down Kaiden’s back and wrapping his fingers through the loops of his corset vest. He pushed Kaiden into a deeper arch and then seemed to tug on the strings.
The pulls were commanding, guiding Kaiden, who remained in place but still attempted to follow Dylan’s unspoken instructions.
Rus wrapped a hand underneath Kaiden’s chin, encouraging him to take in more of his dick. As he fought to wedge his dick in deeper, Kaiden gagged.
“Good boy,” Rus growled, using his thumb to wipe away spit running down Kaiden’s chin. “Keep it up.”
“You ready for this?” Dylan asked, slapping Kaiden’s ass. “Huh?”
Kaiden couldn’t speak, not currently, but he gurgled and attempted to nod, much to no avail. Rus commended the effort, gently massaging Kaiden’s neck before moving his hand back underneath his chin to hold Kaiden steady as he bucked forward at full force to brutally face fuck him.
“Goddamn right you are.” Dylan pumped into Kaiden erratically, freeing his hand from Rus, and now focused on keeping a firm grip on Kaiden’s hips. “Fucking take it.”
Dylan pulled out just long enough for a warm spurt to hit Kaiden’s exposed hole. He moaned with Rus’ dick deep into his mouth and whimpered as Dylan pushed back inside. Thankfully, Dylan’s thrusts had slowed, but he continued pouring the rest of his load into Kaiden.
Rus let out an aggressive grunt, pushing Kaiden off his dick and stroking himself until he finished. Kaiden closed his eyes. A warm burst hit his cheek, then a second, and the third seemed to jet across his entire face like a string splattered from chin to forehead.
“Fuck,” Rus panted, rubbing the head of his dick along Kaiden’s messy face, spreading his seed everywhere.
As Kaiden lay there, lost in the ecstasy of their completion, he prepared himself to ask for a towel when a lubed hand gripped his cock. He shuddered, keeping his eyes firmly shut to avoid getting cum in them, but he curiously reached to find Rus still kneeling above him.
“You love it, don’t you?” Rus said, running his hands down Kaiden’s shoulders.
Dylan stroked Kaiden faster, focused on the nerves at the head of his cock. Kaiden bucked a bit, drawn into the sensation, and without warning, he shot his load.
“Fuuuuck.”
“If you think that was good, just wait until round two,” Dylan said with a chuckle.
“Gah, please tell me round two is not tonight.”
“Well, we’ve got to see how you handle Rus dick up your ass while taking mine down your throat.”
Kaiden let out this exasperated laugh. Part of him eagerly wanted to see the same; another part wanted to rest.
“Can someone at least get me a towel first?”
“Sure thing.” Rus stepped away for a moment.
Kaiden felt Dylan’s presence, his face approaching, even with his eyes closed tight. Their lips met, and Dylan kissed him with no concern for the cum.
“You were brilliant.”
“Careful,” Kaiden said with a smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“That’s the plan.” Dylan kissed him again, and Kaiden lost himself in the rush that a part of him wanted to ramp up this next round immediately, but he figured his boyfriends would surely need a little time for themselves to recover.
“Can we please move this to the bed for round two?” Kaiden asked. “The carpet is really hard on my knees.”
“I suppose,” Rus said, delicately placing a towel over Kaiden’s face. “But if it pops, I’m not taking the blame.”
The three of them laughed, lying on the floor together as Kaiden gently rubbed his face clean.