Part 3
PART 3
REUNION
After dessert was eaten and we’d relaxed with coffee in the living room, Grant and Christopher took their leave. It was still early, so I brought out Cards Against Humanity, and we played that until we were almost pissing ourselves.
By that time, it was ten-thirty, and Gerome gazed at the three of us as if considering something.
“You know, now that it’s only the four of us…”
We looked at Gerome, then at each other.
“Please clarify where you’re going with that, Gerome,” Jericho murmured, putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing me on the cheek.
“I’m only wondering if…a different kind of dessert is…on the table. Tonight. Maybe. If you want to.” He fluttered his eyelashes at us. “I’m game.”
We’d only had a bit of wine with dinner. Four sober people thought about what had been suggested while the clock ticked down the hour. Pascal was the first to break the silence.
“I want to,” he said, smiling at Gerome. “If we can just convince these two.”
I cleared my throat. “No convincing required, on my part.” I looked at Jericho and raised my eyebrows.
He grinned. “I’m in. Of course, I’m fucking in.”
Gerome lit up like it was suddenly his birthday. “Hell, yes. Really? You guys are still interested in me, in that way?”
“Ah, sweet, sweet, Gerome,” Jericho said, pushing up from the sofa and walking over to him. “You underestimate us.”
Gerome’s eyes widened, and he gazed at Jericho with something like awe. “I really don’t think I do.”
“I only mean that we held off while you were fragile and stressed. But now that you seem to be feeling so much better , we would be more than happy to…entertain you…again,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is. It is what I want,” Gerome said, gazing at the three of us from his spot on the sofa.
My memories flashed back to that night in Wakefield, when we had encountered Gerome in the restaurant and had invited him back to the cottage. We hadn’t wanted to pressure him into anything, so we’d started a movie and I’d been scared to make the first move. The others had signaled me to do something, since I was sitting closest. I’d turned to Gerome, and he’d been staring at me the way he was staring at me right now.
“I think we need to talk about safety. Considering that you just had a major scare,” I said. I was the oldest, and possibly the most risk-averse.
“Sure,” Gerome said, gazing at me like he wanted me for dinner. “Anything you want.”
Anything you want…
Pascal gave a nervous chuckle. “I’m okay with a no swallowing rule. I like it when things get messy.”
Jerome smiled. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom, so things don’t get messy on our furniture.”
Pascal rolled his eyes. “Such a killjoy.” He gestured to Gerome. “Come on. We’ll discuss the safety guidelines and wait for these two to get their acts together.”
Gerome got up and followed Pascal upstairs. Before they’d reached the top, Pascal turned.
“Better hurry up, or we’ll start without you,” he said, with a twinkle in his eyes as Gerome laughed.
When they’d disappeared, I walked over to Jericho. I took his chin and kissed him, hard.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” I asked when I pulled back.
Jericho was gazing at me in a dreamy, horny way, and my body answered the look in his eyes.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea. They do say that you should get on the horse right after you fall off.” He shrugged. “We know these diseases are out there. But if you take the right precautions, your risks go way down. You only live once, right?”
“He did just get a negative test result,” I said. “When did we have our tests done last?” I couldn’t remember.
“Mmm, November, I think. And the doctor said it was up to us if we still wanted to get tested every six months.”
“Oh, right,” I said, gazing dreamily at his perfect lips. “The benefits of being in a committed relationship, I suppose.”
“I suppose,” Jericho agreed. “As long as we trust each other.”
“Which we do,” I said.
He smiled. “Which we do. And we’re smart when sharing…”
I nodded. “Now, let’s go deflower the pretty twink.”
“Again,” Jericho said.
I laughed. “Yes. Again. As many times as he wants.”
“You’re ambitious.”
“I’m so fucking horny.”
When we got to the bedroom, it was to be greeted by the vision of Pascal and Gerome, kneeling on the bed, facing each other, while Pascal pulled Gerome’s t-shirt over his head.
“Here, catch,” he said, throwing it to me.
I did catch it and lifted it to my nose, sniffing Gerome’s particular aroma. Vanilla and cinnamon, on top of clean body smell and a tinge of masculine arousal. I closed my eyes.
Gerome watched me while Pascal’s fingers went to the fly of Gerome’s pants.
“A recent vintage, but complex and full of life,” I said, tossing it to Jericho, who sniffed it as well.
“Mmm. The scent of youth and mischief. My favorite.”
“Oh fuck me,” Gerome murmured, as Pascal slipped a hand into Gerome’s pants and found what he wanted.
“He’s hard as a baseball bat.”
“Is he? We’re going to keep him like that all evening,” Jericho said, undoing his own trousers. “And maybe, maybe , he’ll get to come at the end of it.”
“Yes, if you’re a very good boy and do as you’re told,” I added, getting my clothes off and joining the others.
“How are you all so fucking hot? And so kind. How?” Gerome said, his eyes heavy lidded as we drew his pants off him and laid him out on his back.
We stared down at him, stroking ourselves and simply anticipating the feast.
Pascal grinned. “How adorably sweet. He thinks we’re kind , Jericho.”
“Mmm. Not so kind when we’re teaching a boy how to serve his elders,” Jericho murmured.
Gerome whimpered, blinking up at us like a baby deer.
“First, though, let’s reward him for being so responsible over the past couple of weeks,” I suggested. I was so eager to get my mouth and hands on Gerome, it wasn’t funny.
Pascal took a shuddering breath. “Dibs on his cock.”
“Goddamn,” I said, sighing. “Fine. But you can’t hog it the whole time. Dibs on his lips, then.”
“I’ll take those cute little nipples,” Jericho muttered.
We descended on the adorable and sexy young man, who sighed and moaned beneath us like a cherished concubine.
I kissed him, softly at first, enjoying the smooth perfection of his lips, and living off the quiet moans he made into my mouth. It was a good thing we had a huge bed—a California King that took up most of the room—because it was crowded with four of us. But we didn’t mind being so close and bumping into each other as Gerome suffered our fervent attentions.
“Okay, okay,” Jericho muttered after several delicious moments. “Now switch.”
Gerome made an eager sound as I pulled from his mouth and saw Jericho go for Gerome’s cock as Pascal pulled off. I moved down the mattress and worshipped Gerome’s nipples while Pascal went in for a deep, passionate kiss. We kept on like this, moving every few minutes along a clockwise rotation, relishing Gerome’s sighs and moans as he squirmed beneath us.
Then the begging started.
“Oh my god. Please, please, please,” he moaned, his hands swirling in my hair as he turned from my kiss—I was back on lips.
“Please what, my luscious boy?” Jericho asked, as I bent to lick and kiss Gerome’s pale neck.
“ Fuck me. Nobody fucked me the last time. I want it. So bad,” Gerome panted. “Please!”
Jericho smiled. “But how will we choose who gets to fuck you, Gerome? There are three of us, and I’m pretty sure we’d all like to.”
Gerome blushed even more. “I want you all. As long as you use condoms and don’t take forever to come, I can handle the three of you.”
Pascal, Jericho and I exchanged eager looks. When would we ever have this opportunity again?
“Not at the same time, though,” Gerome said quickly. “Who’s going first?”
It was hilarious how excited and eager he was.
“Who do you want to go first?” I asked, glancing at Jericho. I knew he liked to take control but I didn’t think he’d mind my question. He could always tell Gerome that he would decide.
Gerome’s gaze went from each to the other of us, then landed on me.
“Scott,” he said.
“And then?” Jericho asked. “We’d better get it all straight now.”
“Pascal. And then, you finish,” he said, looking at Jericho.
“Oh, believe me, I will. Want to go out with a bang, do you?”
“Hell yes. It’s been a stressful month.”
“You’re in good hands with us,” I assured him.
“Yes, I know. Thank you.”
“Enough gabbing,” Jericho said. “Come on, Pascal. Gerome can give us some attention while he’s getting fucked.”
“Hell yeah,” Pascal said, clapping his hands and sitting on the bed, leaning against the cushions, while Gerome went onto all fours.
Jericho sat beside Pascal, holding his dick out to Gerome.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Oh, I’m fucking ready.” Gerome scooted forward and got to work.
I grabbed the lube and condoms from the dresser. It didn’t take me long to get organized, and once I was sheathed, I dribbled lube down the crack of Gerome’s perfect ass.
He gasped at the sensation—the lube was probably cold—but spread his legs to give me more access.
“You have such a pretty hole,” I murmured, knowing that I enjoyed compliments in a moment of passion.
He whimpered as he swallowed Jericho’s cock to the root.
I met Jericho’s pleasure-filled gaze as I dropped the lube bottle onto the bedspread and concentrated on playing with Gerome, loosening him and preparing him for me.
When I finally breached him, he gave a lovely deep groan and came off Jericho’s cock.
“Oh god,” he moaned, then returned to his worship, while Jericho grabbed his hair and guided him.
“So good. That’s it. Let me use your throat the way Scotty’s gonna use your ass,” Jericho said breathlessly.
Ever since that first escapade at Duke’s cottage, I’d thought of Gerome, recalling those wonderful, scandalous memories with fondness and excitement. Now I was actually inside Gerome, buried to the hilt, and watching him suck Jericho’s cock and mumble and choke and gasp.
“Oh fuck, that looks so hot,” Pascal said, stroking himself and shifting his gaze from me to Jericho and Gerome, then back to me.
But I turned my focus to Gerome as I dug my thumbs into his crack, pulling him wide so I could watch my condom covered cock sliding in and out. It felt so good, and I could tell Gerome was enjoying it.
There was some shuffling, and I heard Jericho telling Gerome to switch to Pascal’s cock. When I glanced up, I met Pascal’s excited gaze as he slipped into Jericho’s spot at the head of the bed.
“Oh my fucking God,” Pascal gasped as Gerome bent to his cock. “Oh fuck.”
I was so transfixed by what was happening in front of me that I didn’t realize Jericho had gone behind until he slapped my ass and told me to hurry up.
“Do that again and I’ll come,” I panted.
“Promise?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. I was close.
He slapped me again, hard, and I groaned, emptying into the condom as I crouched over Gerome. I closed my eyes and heard Pascal’s muttered words of encouragement to Gerome as I pumped him through my orgasm. Then I let out a shaky breath, grabbed the edge of the condom, and pulled out.
Jericho had gotten onto the bed beside Pascal and pulled him into a passionate and sloppy kiss as he was being attended to by Gerome, who sighed as I pulled out.
I got down from the bed on shaky legs.
“Pascal,” I said.
Pascal broke away from Jericho. He gazed down at Gerome, who pulled off his cock with a loud slurp and waited while Pascal came round behind him.
“You all right, Gerome?” Jericho asked, smoothing Gerome’s hair behind his ears.
“Perfect. I’m fucking perfect. I’m ready for Pascal. So ready.”
Jericho smiled. “All right, get back to work on me while he fucks you. Scott can watch.”
I rolled the condom off, tied it, and took it into the bathroom to throw it in the trash. When I came back into the room, Gerome was working on Jericho’s cock as Pascal sank inside the eager twink.
Gerome made a gorgeous sound as Pascal went deep with a throaty groan of his own.
I pulled on my boxer briefs and sat in the armchair, where I had a clear view. I’d have to remember this for future wank sessions. Gerome looked profanely beautiful, penetrated at both ends, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he coped with the physical stress of it. His cock hung, heavy and hard, beneath him, the head shiny with pre-ejaculate, as Pascal fucked him in quick, frantic bursts.
“Okay. Okay, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming,” Pascal grunted, pounding the twink’s ass as he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a groan.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so hot,” Jericho mumbled, watching Pascal come apart.
Gerome came off Jericho’s cock, causing it to bounce against Jericho’s stomach as Gerome whimpered with need.
“Oh please…please…I need to come,” he said, reaching for his own cock as he balanced on one arm.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Jericho murmured. “Put your hand back on the mattress. No touchy.”
Gerome obeyed, but he whimpered again, and threw Jericho a look of frustration.
“Come on!”
“No. You come while I’m fucking you and not before. Be a good boy, now.” He smoothed his fingers through Gerome’s hair.
Gerome groaned as Pascal finished and carefully withdrew.
“Jesus Christ. That was so hot,” Pascal whispered.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Yes, it was.”
Jericho cupped Gerome’s chin.
“Ready for me?”
“Yes! Please, please, please. Only hurry…”
Jericho laughed and I smiled. Impatient little twink. Then again, he’d had a hell of a month. He deserved an evening of mindless debauchery.
“Maybe Scott will kiss you while I fuck you,” Jericho said, glancing over at me.
“Of course,” I said, slipping into Jericho’s spot. I couldn’t offer my cock because it had the remnants of my release on it, so I kept my boxer briefs on and guided Gerome’s mouth to mine. I rubbed and pinched his nipple while Jericho got ready and eased inside him.
“Oh fuck me. Such a good boy, Gerome. Such a good, good boy,” Jericho murmured, his forehead creased and his eyes dark with desire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gerome panted. “I’m gonna come if you keep talking like that. Can I come? Can I?”
“Not yet. Let me come first.”
“Okay. Okay,” Gerome moaned, clenching his hands into fists to keep from touching himself while Jericho quickened his pace.
“Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jericho panted as he reached his climax, pounding Gerome hard and fast as he came with a grunt.
Gerome had abandoned the kiss and laid his head on my thigh as Jericho slowed his pace.
“All right,” Jericho sighed, grabbing the lube and squeezing some into his palm. He kept his cock lodged inside Gerome as he met my gaze and wrapped his fingers around Gerome’s erection.
“Come now,” Jericho ordered, as he used his hand and buried cock to bring Gerome to his own screaming culmination. It was loud and unbelievably erotic, watching Gerome spatter the bedspread like some eccentric impressionist painter with a jizz fetish.
It was too late for Gerome to go home. He fell asleep in Pascal’s arms, so Jericho and I slept in the other room.
In the morning, when we went downstairs, Pascal and Gerome were there, arguing politely about which of the latest video games was the most award-worthy.
Jericho slid his hand around Gerome’s throat and kissed him on the cheek. “Good morning, my sweet sexy boy.”
Gerome beamed at me, then turned and kissed Jericho on the lips.
Jericho kissed him back, then pulled away with a sigh. “Careful. You’ll get another pounding if you keep that up.”
“Okay by me,” Gerome said, shrugging and winking at Pascal who looked very, very excited.
“Now, come on,” Jericho said, being the voice of reason for once. “I have stuff planned for today and I believe Scott has plans, too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gerome muttered with a smirk. “Can you blame me for trying?”
Pascal lifted his mug and took a sip of his coffee, calming his expression.
“Gerome is only a text or a phone call away. I’m sure we can arrange another fun evening sometime,” Jericho added.
“Absolutely,” Gerome said. “You guys are very good for my mental and physical health.”
I laughed. “And you’re good for our huge egos and, um, adequate other parts.”
Jericho clapped his hands together. “Who’s making breakfast?”
Pascal, Gerome and I all looked at him.
He sighed and headed for the stove. “Fine. Pancakes?”
There was a chorus of affirmatives as I pulled out a chair and sat between Gerome and Pascal, giving my input on the video game debate.