Chapter 14 Hideo
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My darling Bertie gives him a little nudge, and that’s all it takes. I see confidence flow through Orion’s body, and suddenly he’s here, towering over me, pinning me to the doorframe. I’m not a small man, and I don’t feel small often, but I do with him, and it’s glorious.
He looks down at me and says, “Tell me if you’d like me to stop.”
“I will,” I say, tipping my face up to him, more than ready to submit. “But please, don’t stop now.”
Then he’s on me, in the most immersive kiss I’ve ever experienced.
He wraps an arm around my neck, holding me tight, and the kiss involves my entire face.
His lips are soft and his tongue is strong and insistent, and that all feels familiar.
Damn sexy, but familiar, but when he brings his tentacula into it, it takes a quantum step upward.
They’re everywhere, like they have a mind of their own.
Stroking my cheeks, tracing my jawline, roughing through my beard, caressing down my neck.
I’m buried, surrounded, dominated with sensation.
They never stop, sometimes gliding skin-on-skin like soft fingers, sometimes dusting me with the soft ginger fur.
My mind rebels. It’s all so wrong, but it’s also so right. I fight down the panic, the newness of it, and focus on him. The gentleness under the passion. The way he seems to be learning just as much as I am, as we explore the possibilities.
I push him back, gently, and come up for air.
“Did I hurt you?” he says, worried.
“My god, Orion, no,” I answer, trying to feel the ground under my feet. There’s fear in his eyes, but also desire. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am, and his tentacula are already reaching for me again. I have to let him know.
I continue, “Your kisses are just so, um, overwhelming. The sensation is…” I sputter to a stop, unable to articulate the feeling of it, the joy of it, the wonder that he exists in the world and I’m here, in his house, kissing him.
“Right?” Bertie says, walking over to join us. “It’s like the whole world is Orion. And damn! You guys are so sexy together. A ginger giant and a shogun warrior, making out in the kitchen. I must be on Santa’s nice list this year.”
“I think I’d rather be on the naughty list,” I say, running my hands up Orion’s chest. He’s massive.
Not a chiseled muscle god, but solid and wide.
I undo a few buttons and run my hand over his chest, finding a thick carpet of ginger fur.
My whole body responds, a rush of hormones swirling from my core, dizzying me with lust.
I pull my sexy Bertie in front of me and guide his hands up to Orion’s chest. He takes it a step further, burying his nose between Orion’s meaty pecs.
“I knew it,” he says with lusty glee. “You’re covered with ginger fur.”
“Um,” Orion says, building up his courage. It’s all there on his face. He wants it. Ask us, I want to say, but I hope he’ll take the lead. Ask us…you know you want to…or I will.
Adorably shy, he continues, “It goes all the way down. Ah, do you want to see?”
“You haven’t given us a tour of your house yet,” I suggest. “Maybe we could start with your bedroom?”
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of my clothes faster. I toss my underwear into the corner and jump on Orion’s big four-poster bed, sprawling out and making everything accessible. Everything.
But Orion is standing over by the door, toying with his shirt, lingering far too long over the buttons.
“What’s up, GingerGiant?” Bertie asks. “I think my Hidie-ho is giving us clear skies for landing, all spread out for us on that big bed of yours.”
“I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done a three-way before.” He adds, muttering, “I’ve barely had sex with two.”
“That’s not a problem,” I say, folding my arms up behind my head and giving my abs an inviting flex. “We’ll walk you through it.”
I had my share of sexual adventures back in college, and my BertieBear was no virgin when I first got him naked. I know full well we just need to take the first step and then our bodies will take over.
“What do I do?” he asks, nervous, but just the same, his eyes are glued on my body, right where I want them. It’s easy to see…he wants this.
“Everything!” Bertie crows, dashing naked over to him and getting to work on his buttons. I know from experience there’s no stopping him, so I lie back and enjoy the wiggle of his sexy bear butt as he pulls the pants off the giant.
“Oh, man!” Bertie exclaims once he yanks down his briefs. “You are furry everywhere.” He buries his nose in the big tuft of bright red pubes.
“Seriously, Orion,” I continue. “Three-ways are meant for fun. If we’re doing it right, it’s going to be silly and awkward. So, if something tickles your fancy, just ask.”
He’s still looking shy under Bertie’s nimble fingers, but I have to give it to our brave GingerGiant. He makes a suggestion right at his comfort level.
“Could you guys, um, kiss, and let me watch? I need a minute to catch up.”
“That’s the easiest request in the world,” I say, hopping off the bed and gathering my sexy baker into my arms. These kisses are well practiced.
I know every twist of his lips, every thrust of his tongue.
I let myself expand into the connection, like I have for two decades, feeling all the love and devotion we share in those kisses.
Orion’s kisses made me feel wonderfully small, overwhelmed, hunted even.
Thoroughly dominated in a way that speaks directly to my libido.
Bertie’s kisses are the opposite. I shelter him in my arms and he reaches up to me, making me feel strong and powerful.
I’d protect my furry morsel against anything, and I tell him with every kiss.
The entire time, I feel Orion’s eyes on us. It adds an extra frisson, knowing he’s watching, and lusting. His strength and his powerful domination wait just ahead. I feel the urgency in Bertie’s lips too, the delightful anticipation.
I feel big, warm hands on my naked shoulders and a dancing flurry of softness on the back of my neck. He kisses around that sensitive curve, tentacula teasing my shoulder and back. He whispers in my ear, “I’d like to suck your cock now. Both of you. Do you want to turn off the light?”
“Definitely not,” I say, turning and pushing him roughly back so he sprawls on the bed. “I want to see every inch of you.”
I survey the menu in front of me, planning the many courses of the meal to come.
First off, I’ll stick my cock in his mouth, since he asked for it.
Bertie will without doubt descend instantly on his cock, an uncut monster sized to fit this giant of a man.
Then we’ll trade places, and that will inevitably lead to both of us feeding him our cocks at the same time.
Who knows where it will lead from there?
If the stars align, sometime tonight, that cock will fuck me senseless, but we have plenty of time to get there. There’s so much man for us to explore.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, it does.
Once he loosened up and didn’t take things too seriously, Orion turned out to be a playful and creative lover.
His tentacula add a new spice to the mix, but bodies are bodies, and there are only so many ways bodies fit together.
So here we are, all three climbing toward the inevitable peak in a classic three-way setup, but with a new twist.
Orion is laid out on the bed, and we’re using him without mercy. I’m exactly where I want to be, perched on Orion’s unforgivably stiff cock, with the best view in the house: Bertie sitting on Orion’s face.
Bertie gives me an evil smile of pure lust, so I stretch forward for a quick kiss. Then I’m back to my pleasure. Pounding my ass down on that magical cock, feeling him fill me completely, feeling him buck and writhe as he drives in deeper and deeper.
I still can’t quite believe what I’m seeing.
My BertieBear loves to get rimmed, usually before he fucks me silly, and Orion is giving him what he wants and more.
Bertie slides and grinds, feeding Orion his hungry ass and emitting a steady stream of incoherent moans.
He’s near the edge—he only makes that sound when he’s close to the point of no return.
The reason is clear: Orion’s wrapping his tentacles up around Bertie’s straining cock, stroking in time with the tongue in my hubby’s ass.
I know what he’s feeling. Orion gave me the same pleasure just minutes ago, before plunging his cock in me.
The experience is new, different, like the familiar pleasures of Bertie’s tongue and beard in my most intimate places, but magnified, stimulated with an intensity like never before.
They never stop, those remarkable tentacula of his, building layer on layer of sensation.
Bertie is getting that helpless look, like it’s too much but also not enough.
His hands dart down and stroke Orion’s nimble tentacles around his bobbing cock.
I did the same thing when Orion had his tongue in my ass.
I had to feel their strength as they wriggled and writhed under my fingers.
The deft way Orion glided them, skin-to-skin, around my cock and balls and teasing inside my ass, then flipping them over to caress with their ginger fur, a shower of different sensations all at once, so it’s impossible to disentangle just one.
I’ve seen it a few times before, this look on Bertie’s face.
In a room in Paris on our first vacation together, after a day of art and architecture and romance.
The week I finally discovered how deeply his beard obsession is rooted and let mine grow in as long as I dare.
The minute the contractors finished our big walk-in shower and we gave it a proper christening.
And here it is again, my lover driven to his peak.
Who would have thought, just a few short weeks ago, that I would be witness to something so sensational, something so new and impossibly erotic.
I watch my lover, deep in ecstasy, and send my thanks—I don’t know where—that there are still mysteries like this in the world.
My dick is ramrod hard with the wonder and pleasure of it, and I’m struggling, equally as hard, to hold back until they’re ready. I don’t dare touch myself or I’m lost.
Orion’s pounding gets more frantic and intentional, so I pull up and let him control the rhythm. I catch Bertie’s eye and demand, “Do it, BertieBear. Cum for me,” and he does, magnificently, painting all that ginger fur with stream after stream.
Orion bucks frantically, losing control, and I feel the warmth inside, so I give my cock two quick strokes with a greasy hand and add my cum to Bertie’s, shouting a mighty “Fuuuck yes!” to the ceiling.
I sit down firmly, trapping Orion’s spent cock and pull Bertie over.
He flips around and straddles Orion’s stomach, leaning back into me.
I allow my hands to roam in a haze of post-coital pleasure, feeling Orion’s comfortable pressure inside, not quite ready to let him go, stroking over Bertie’s firm, furry, sweaty belly, the sumptuous curve I love so much.
Orion lies there, looking like he’s been hit by a train. Bertie runs his hands through the fruits of our labor, then reaches up and smooths his fingers through the golden hairs on his tentacula, sharing our tastes, and Orion heaves a happy, giant-sized sigh.
Bertie is silent, gazing down at a messy and very satisfied Orion, and that’s a rare occurrence. It takes a lot to render my sexy bear speechless, but I feel it too. This man is stunning, and if this day is any indication, it’s just the beginning.