Bonus Scene #2
The noise he makes in response makes my cock twitch and Tank chuckles, stepping behind Jamie who turns on his knees to face him, quickly reaching for his belt buckle.
This is where it gets a bit awkward for me, if we were with a girl, I’d be behind her, playing with her tits, or fingering her, but I have no idea what to do with Jamie.
Though I’ll admit, his ass looks mighty fine in those pretty lace panties.
I look over at Max and his eyes are still on Jamie, but they darken at the sound of him gagging on Tank’s cock. By the looks of how he shifts in his chair though, he doesn’t hate it.
“What else is on the table tonight?” Tank asks.
I look back at them, and he’s got Jamie’s hair in a fist, face held away from his cock.
“Daddy?” Jamie asks, trying to look back towards Max, but he’s held in place by Tank’s hand.
“Whatever you want, beautiful,” Max says, “this is perfect for me.”
“You wanna fuck me, big guy?” Jamie asks, looking up at Tank.
He nods in response, his eyes saying everything he needs, he’s into this, and he wants to go further. I think a blow job is my limit, but I’m here to share so…
“Can I fuck your mouth at the same time, darlin’?” I ask.
Jamie whimpers again and nods, the bulge in his panties showing how much he wants this.
“Can we get on the bed?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I hold out my hand to help him up. “Come on.”
I lead him to the bed while Tank gets lube and a condom from the drawer, exchanging a look with Max first, I guess checking this is okay with him. Max’s pupils are practically blown; he looks more turned on than any of us right now.
“It will be easier if I stand,” Tank says, positioning himself at the end of the bed.
Tank
I was looking forward to getting some good head tonight.
I’ve never gotten it from a guy before, but I figured head is head, right?
And if someone offers you the best fucking head of your life, you don’t turn that down.
But when Jamie stepped out in that lingerie, with those little panties and heels, and fucking glitter on his nipples…
At first it confused the shit out of me, is it okay for me to think a guy is pretty?
Beautiful even? I don’t fucking know… but I said it.
I even kissed him, which I wasn’t expecting to do at all, but he was like a siren or temptress, I couldn’t say no. And then I couldn’t stop staring at his ass while he sucked Pretty Boy’s dick, his round peachy ass, it took everything in me not to reach out and grab him.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me is what tipped me over the edge, the look in his eyes when I filled him with my dick, I knew I needed more.
I wanted all of his pleasure, I wanted to fill him, feel him.
Did I come in here expecting to fuck a guy in the ass tonight? No. But is that what I want… fuck yes.
I stand at the end of the bed after grabbing lube and a condom, while Jamie gets on his hands and knees in front of me. I slide his panties down, parting his cheeks to look at him. I’ve done anal with women before, and I guess this is no different?
“You want me to finger you first?” I ask, assuming he’ll need to be loosened.
“I prepped earlier and got myself ready,” he says over his shoulder, “so I’m good to go.”
“Are you comparing your delicate little fingers to my dick?”
Max chuckles from across the room. “He can take it, can’t you, beautiful?”
Jamie whimpers and nods. Holy shit…
I roll on the condom and slather my dick with lube, before squirting some around Jamie’s hole. I know Max said he could take it, but I can’t resist sliding a finger in to feel how tight he is. Before I have a chance to do anything, Jamie starts moving his hips, fucking himself on my finger.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” I murmur, gripping his ass with my free hand.
Jamie cries out when he hits a certain spot, and holds there, tensing around my finger.
“What are you doing to him?” Pretty Boy asks. “He looks like he’s gonna come.”
“Uh…” I say, not exactly sure.
“That’s his prostate,” Max says, “and yeah, he’ll come just from that if you let him keep going.”
“Holy shit,” Pretty Boy whispers, a look of awe on his face as he watches Jamie.
“I don’t think so,” I say, pulling my finger out and gripping his hips. “He’ll come with my dick buried inside him.”
At first Jamie whimpers at the loss, but it soon turns into a cry when I line myself up with him.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Please,” he moans.
I push into him, easing myself in at first, but as he relaxes around me I go deeper.
“Fuck me, you’re tight,” I say, “holy fuck.”
Pretty Boy chuckles, “You still sure you can take us both?”
Jamie nods, rocking himself on my dick.
“Tap Pretty Boy on the leg if you need us to stop,” I say, pulling out and thrusting back into him at the same time as Pretty Boy grabbing his face and thrusting into his mouth.
We’ve shared enough times that it doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm, although it’s hard to concentrate with how good Jamie feels and how tightly he’s gripping my dick. Even Pretty Boy is struggling to keep his composure, judging by the sounds he’s making.
I run my hands over Jamie’s corseted waist, he looks so slight standing up, but with his back arched like this and his ass pressing against me, it’s curves for days.
I can’t resist giving him a few taps on his ass which sends ripples through him, in turn causing Pretty Boy to cry out from whatever Jamie did.
As I explore, I’m very aware of his own dick between his legs.
It’s probably painfully hard with how much he’s being stimulated right now.
Glancing over at Max, I try and portray my curiosity to him, seeking permission, but his eyes are locked on Jamie, and his hand is in his pants.
Fuck it. I lower my hand and reach around to grab Jamie’s dick.
I’ve never done this before, so I’ve got no clue what I’m doing, but I listen out for the safe word and keep my eyes on Jamie’s hands in case he taps, but there’s nothing.
I move my hand up and down his shaft and he clenches around me, so I take that as a good sign to keep going.
Max
I’m so close to my own orgasm I nearly miss Jamie’s.
The last thing I was expecting was for Tank to start jerking him off, but as soon as he did I knew Jamie wouldn’t last. It’s like a domino effect, I watch as Jamie thrusts his hips into Tank’s hand, covering it in his own release.
The moan from Jamie’s mouth fills the room, even though it’s stuffed with Pretty Boy’s cock, who can obviously feel it because he grips Jamie’s head, and with one final thrust comes down his throat.
Tank continues to fuck Jamie, not slowing, if anything going harder now that he’s got both hands free again to grip his hips.
“Lift him up,” Pretty Boy says.
Tank wraps an arm around Jamie’s chest and pulls him upright until he’s flush against him, not even missing a beat as he pounds into him.
I’m enjoying the spent look on Jamie’s face, when it’s blocked by Pretty Boy who claims his mouth in a kiss.
It’s a surprise, he didn’t seem that interested in kissing earlier, but something has obviously changed.
Seeing my boyfriend pinned between them sends me over the edge, and I lift my shirt just in time to blow my load on my stomach, probably letting out my own soft moans, but they’re all too invested in what they’re doing to notice, just how I like it.
It doesn’t take Tank long to finish himself, maneuvering Jamie’s head so he can kiss him too. Pretty Boy collapses back on the bed with a laugh, turning his head to look at me.
“Holy shit,” he says, “you’re one lucky guy.”
“I know,” I say, not even bothering to hide the smug smile on my face.
Jamie is incredible, and I know a lot of people don’t understand my love of watching him with other men, but I get off on his pleasure.
And I’ve never been in a relationship that has a connection like ours before, it transcends physical intimacy, and he gives me the parts of himself that nobody else ever sees.
Tank releases Jamie so he falls beside Pretty Boy, my beautiful man is spent, and I could look at his blissed-out expression for hours.
“If you don’t mind,” I say to Tank and Pretty Boy, “this is where I prefer it when it’s just the two of us.”
“Of course,” Pretty Boy says, climbing off the bed and gathering his clothes.
“I would say thank you,” Tank says, “but that doesn’t feel like enough.”
“Thank you for joining us, and being so open minded,” I say, “I think it’s safe to say we both had an amazing time.”
“I guess we’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow then?” Tank asks.
I nod. “Absolutely.”
I lock the door behind them and turn back to Jamie, taking a moment to admire him from a distance.
I love having sex with him, but I love the aftercare even more.
It’s another reason I don’t mind him being with other people, because after they’ve wrecked him, I get to be the one to care for him and put him back together.
Lifting him into my arms, I carry him towards the shower.
“Did you enjoy that?” he murmurs.
“I sure did,” I chuckle, “did you?”
“Mm-hmm,” he nods. “Thank you for my surprise.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
I sit him down and wait for the shower to get warm enough, using the time to undo his corset and strip him of his heels and stockings. Once it’s at a temperature he’ll like, I carry him into the shower, and even though he can stand, I use my body to pin him to the wall, making sure he’s secure.
I’ve already got his hair products and body wash, so I start to lather some shampoo into his hair, taking my time to massage his scalp.
“Thank you, daddy,” he says, smiling up at me.
We’re the same age, but he calls me an old soul, it’s one of the reasons we took so long to get together.
We never thought we’d be compatible, no matter how much of an emotional connection we had as friends, but we’ve found what works for us.
Other people might not get it, or find us confusing, but fuck them, this is our relationship, and it can look like whatever we choose it to be.
I rinse and condition his hair, take my time to wash him, and even use his favorite moisturizer after he’s dried off, all the while telling him how beautiful he is and how much I love him.
I carry him back to bed and get him settled, making sure he has everything he needs to be comfy, before settling in behind him and pulling him into my arms. He’s the perfect little spoon.
“I love you,” he whispers, on the edges of sleep.
“I love you too,” I murmur against his neck.
Tonight didn’t go anywhere near as I’d planned, a nice hotel, maybe a fancy dinner date. Did I come here expecting to watch him get railed by two massive bikers? No. But now that he’s lying satiated in my arms, completely blissed out and happy, I’m so glad it all worked out this way.