Chapter 4
The afternoon settles over the room like a warm blanket.
We’ve eaten a hearty lunch, Wyatt made sure of that.
Now we’re sprawled across the king bed in various states of undress, the TV playing something loud and meaningless that none of us are watching.
Wyatt’s on his back, one arm behind his head, the remote loose in his other hand.
Jai is propped against the headboard, legs stretched out, scrolling through his phone with one hand.
I’m between them, my back against the pillows, my legs crossed at the ankle, and the memory of this morning is sitting in my body like a live wire.
They said I could touch.
Whenever.
The thought keeps cycling through my head, bright and insistent, and my cock is already stirring, making my clean boxers a little wet. My mouth still tastes like them. My jaw still aches. My throat is a little raw. My body is screaming for more.
Wyatt’s cock is soft against his thigh, resting heavy in his boxer briefs, and Jai’s is the same, a long shape beneath thin cotton. My hands are on my own stomach, and I watch them for a long minute, these two men who have somehow become mine to use, and then I move.
I shift down the bed and press my mouth to Wyatt’s cock through the fabric.
Just my lips, a soft kiss against the warm cotton, and his breath hitches.
I do the same to Jai, a little more deliberately, and his phone lowers.
They both harden, and warmth cracks open in my chest, spreading down my spine, pooling low in my belly.
“You’re gonna get me hard again,” Wyatt says. “I just came before lunch.”
“You said I could touch and explore whenever I want,” I say, giving him what I hope is a cheeky grin.
Wyatt laughs. “We did say that. Okay, touch away.”
I pull his boxers down just enough to free his cock.
It’s soft but thickening, the head still pink from this morning, and I kiss it.
Just the head, a press of my lips against warm skin, and he threads his hand into my hair.
I turn to Jai, pulling his waistband down, freeing his uncut cock, and kissing the foreskin where it covers the crown.
His hand lands on my shoulder, fingers squeezing.
“You’re that hungry for cock already?” Jai asks, and the teasing in his voice sends a shiver through me.
“Not already. Still. Need more,” I say, and then I take Wyatt’s cock into my mouth, just the head, and suck gently.
He’s half-hard now, filling my mouth, the taste of him clean and male and familiar.
I pull off and move to Jai, licking a stripe along his shaft from base to tip, and his cock jerks against my tongue.
Wyatt sits up. His grin is huge, and he reaches for his duffel bag on the floor. “Hold up. I brought something.”
He digs through the bag and comes up with a bottle of lube. He holds it up like he’s offering a toast.
“You packed lube for a family cruise?”
“Hope springs eternal,” Wyatt says, and his eyes find mine. “Looks like it paid off.”
The bottle lands on the bed between us, and my stomach drops.
Not with fear. With want. My cock is fully hard now, pressing against my boxers, and my asshole clenches, empty and waiting.
I crawl back to Jai and take his cock into my mouth, sucking him to full hardness, my tongue working under his foreskin, and he groans, his hips shifting.
“You understand what we want here, right, Cade?” Wyatt asks, and my skin prickles. “You know what a safeword is?”
I pull off Jai’s cock, spit connecting my lip to the wet head. “Yes. Unless I say Sapphire, you’re going to use and abuse my body any way you see fit.”
“And you’re good with that?” Wyatt asks.
I blush, staring down at Jai’s cock in my hand. “I’ve been obsessed with your cocks since the first day. And you’re going to use them on me? I’m all in. Whore mode activated.”
Jai bursts out laughing and shakes his head. “You, my friend, are incredible.”
“The safeword. You want to use it?” Wyatt asks.
The question should be comforting. It’s not. It’s irritating, because I don’t want to be asked. I don’t want the responsibility of choosing. I want to be taken past the point where choice matters.
“No,” I say, and my voice breaks on the word. “I’m your fuckhole. That’s my job. I don’t have any other job. Just be fucked and worship your cocks like a good boy.”
I don’t know where this is coming from, and I don’t care. The need is too great, too desperate to worry about logistics.
Wyatt’s eyes darken, and his jaw sets. “On your stomach. Ass up. Legs spread.”
My hands are shaking as I shift onto my knees, face down, ass up, and push my knees apart until I’m exposed. The position is humiliating and perfect. My cock hangs between my legs, hard and leaking, and my asshole is right there for them to see.
“Fuck,” Jai says. “Look at that ass. It’s so fucking pretty. I never thought a boy would be pretty.”
“I did,” Wyatt says.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, not compliment me,” I mutter, and both guys laugh again.
“He’s got freckles,” Wyatt says, and his thumb traces a line across the curve of my right cheek. “Right here. Little ones.”
“I can’t believe he’s just going to be our willing fuckhole,” Jai says. His hand lands on my ass, warm and heavy. “A virgin asshole, all ours.”
“I can believe it,” Wyatt says. His hand connects with my ass in a sharp slap that makes me jolt and gasp. The sting blooms, hot and bright, and my cock twitches. “I caught him leering at our dicks the first night. Hungry little slut. Weren’t you, Cade?”
Another slap, harder, and I moan into the pillow. “Yes.”
“Do you need your safeword?” Jai asks. “Sapphire?”
“No,” I say, and it comes out desperate. “Don’t check. I don’t want to be checked. I want to be a toy. A mindless toy. Please. I promise I’ll tell you if I need it.”
“It’s your first time, baby, we gotta check.” Wyatt’s fingers find my hole. One fingertip, circling the tight ring of muscle, and the touch sends a jolt straight to my cock. “Holy shit, he’s tight. So fucking tight.”
“Let me see,” Jai says, and his finger joins Wyatt’s, both of them circling my hole, spreading the lube, and it’s overwhelming: wet, slick, intrusive, perfect. My hips push back without permission, seeking more pressure, and they both laugh.
“Eager,” Wyatt says. “Watch this. Guys go crazy for this.”
His finger slides lower, under my balls, and presses into the soft skin of my taint. The pressure is electric, a direct line to my cock, and I whimper, my hips jerking.
“See?” Wyatt says. “Right there. And then—” His other hand wraps around my cock, squeezing the shaft, making my vision blur. “He’s gonna cum if we’re not careful.”
“I think you’re bisexual, man,” Jai says.
“Maybe I am, but what does that make you? You’re about to help me fuck this pretty hole.”
“Call me… open-minded. But don’t let him cum yet,” Jai says. “We haven’t even gotten inside him.”
Wyatt’s finger, slick with lube, pushes against my hole. One knuckle, then the whole finger, sliding in slowly, and the stretch burns. My body resists, tight and unyielding, and I gasp into the pillow.
“Breathe,” Wyatt says. His free hand rubs my lower back, steady and warm. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
I breathe. I relax. His finger sinks deeper, past the second knuckle, and the burn gives way to something else, a fullness, a pressure against a spot inside me that makes my cock jump. He crooks his finger, and I cry out.
“There it is,” he says. “That’s your spot, Cade. That’s what’s gonna make you see stars.”
Jai’s finger joins, pushing in beside Wyatt’s, and the stretch is intense, burning, my hole clamping down around two thick fingers, and I’m panting, my forehead pressed to the mattress, my cock leaking onto the sheets.
“Fuck, he’s taking two,” Jai says. “Tight little virgin asshole taking two fingers like a champ.”
“Add another,” Wyatt says. “Slow.”
The third finger is Jai’s, pressing in alongside the other two, and the stretch is almost too much.
My hole burns, my body fighting the intrusion, and I’m making noises I don’t recognize: whimpers, moans, half-formed pleas.
Their fingers work inside me, stretching, scissoring, crooking against that spot that makes my thighs shake.
“I can’t—” I start, and then the words dissolve into a groan as Wyatt’s fingers press deep and Jai’s thumb circles my taint.
“You can’t what?” Wyatt asks. “You can’t take it? You want us to stop?”
“No,” I gasp. “Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me. I can take it. I’m a good fuckhole. Let me show you. Please.”
His fingers pull out, and the emptiness is worse than the stretch. My hole clenches around nothing, aching, and I push my ass back, seeking contact.
“Patience,” Jai says. “We’re gonna wreck this ass, Cade. We’re gonna wreck it good.”
Wyatt’s hand lands on my lower back, holding me steady. “You ready?”
“Please,” I sob. “Please fuck me.”
Wyatt’s cock pushes against my hole, and the stretch is instant and brutal. Thick, fat, so much bigger than fingers, and my body fights it, my hole clamping down, refusing to yield. I gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets, and Wyatt stops.
“Breathe,” he says. His hands are on my hips, steady and warm. “Breathe through it. Let me in.”
I breathe. His cock pushes forward another inch, and the burn radiates through my pelvis, sharp and consuming. I whimper, a high, broken sound I don’t recognize as my own.
“You’re doing so good,” Jai says. He’s beside me now, one hand rubbing slow circles on my back. “Look at you taking that cock. Fucking beautiful.”
Another inch. The stretch is overwhelming, my hole burning around the intrusion, and tears spring to my eyes.
My cock is hard, leaking onto the sheets, and my body can’t decide if this is pain or pleasure or something else entirely, some new category of feeling that only exists where the two collide.
“Turn his head,” Wyatt says.