Chapter 5 #2
“Fuck, Chase,” he says, and his voice is wrecked.
I suck him deeper, working my lips down his shaft, and my jaw stretches wide around his girth.
He’s so fucking big, thicker than Kieran, if not quite as long, and the stretch in my jaw is its own kind of pleasure.
I hollow my cheeks and pull back slow, dragging my tongue along the underside, and Nick’s hips jerk forward.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans.
I pull off with a wet pop and turn to Kieran. His cock is sleeker, the head more defined, and the metal ring of his Prince Albert gleams dark in the low light. I run my tongue along the shaft first, tasting salt and skin. Then I take the head into my mouth and the piercing hits my lip.
The metal is cool and foreign, and I’m starting to learn exactly how he responds to it. I circle it with my tongue, the hard ring, the way it sits through the flesh of his cock. Kieran makes a low, controlled sound, and his hand finds the back of my head, fingers threading through my wet hair.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take it. Such a good boy.”
I suck him down, working my mouth over the piercing, letting it drag against my tongue on every stroke. His cock fills my mouth completely, the head hitting the back of my throat, and I gag a little and pull back, saliva and salt water mixing on my chin.
I look up at them. Nick’s cock is slick and hard, jutting from the water. Kieran’s is the same, the metal catching what little light there is. And I am on my knees between them with both their dicks in my hands and my mouth wet and my own cock aching beneath the waves, and there it is:
I love this. I fucking love this.
Not just the sex, but this specific thing.
The weight of a cock in my hand. The taste of each of them on my tongue.
The sounds these men make when I get it right.
The power of reducing these two enormous, confident men to broken sentences and trembling thighs.
I love the way Nick’s breathing goes ragged when I lick the sensitive spot under his head.
I love the way Kieran’s control fractures when I suck his piercing just right.
I am a cock slut. The phrase should embarrass me. It doesn’t. It fits like skin, because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than on my knees, drinking them down.
I take Nick deep again as a wave crashes over my back, holding my breath and working my throat around his thickness.
My free hand is still on Kieran’s cock and I stroke him in rhythm with my mouth.
Nick’s fingers are tight in my hair, setting a pace that’s just shy of rough, and I take it, I take all of it, my jaw aching and my throat working and my other hand gripping Kieran’s thigh for balance in the shifting sand.
Then I switch. Kieran’s cock slides into my mouth, as a rough wave pushes me against them, forcing him deep enough that the piercing bumps the back of my throat.
My hand works Nick’s shaft, twisting on the upstroke the way I like, checking to see if that’s his favorite, too.
Kieran’s hips roll forward, his cock pushing deeper, and I relax my throat and take him, taking a breath as the wave runs up the beach to our towels.
But I don’t care, all I care about is getting him deeper, so deep that the pierced head pushes a little way into my throat before I pull back, gasping.
I laugh as another wave crashes against my back, holding onto them by their cocks, which are probably not the most comfortable handlebars, but they don’t stop me, they help me settle back down, brushing the hair out of my eyes.
“Both,” Nick says above me, his voice rough. “Try both.”
I look up at him. “They won’t fit.”
“Try anyway.”
So I try. I press their cocks together, side by side, the heads aligned, and I open my mouth as wide as it will go and take them both.
The stretch is immediate and brutal. My jaw protests, my lips strain around the combined girth, and I manage about two inches of cock before my body says absolutely not.
I pull off, laughing, spit dripping down my chin.
“Told you,” I gasp.
“Worth a shot,” Nick says, and he’s grinning even in the dark. “I like his dickhead against mine.”
“Do you now?” I ask, rubbing the two of them gently together, licking and sucking on them both as best I can.
Another wave throws me into them, and they’re laughing as I go back to one at a time, working Kieran with my mouth while my hand pumps Nick, and that’s when I look up between strokes and find Kieran and Nick kissing.
A real kiss, deep and hungry, Nick’s hand on Kieran’s jaw, Kieran’s fingers tangled in Nick’s wet hair. They’re kissing above me while I suck Kieran’s cock, and the sight of these two men, these two different kinds of beautiful, together, makes my cock pulse beneath the waves.
I suck Kieran harder, my lips tight around his shaft, my tongue working the piercing, and above me his kiss with Nick falters, his breath catching, and I know he’s close.
His cock pulses against my tongue, the head swelling, and I take him deep and hold him there, my throat working around him as another wave crashes over us.
I can’t breathe either way, so I stay until it passes, forcing him deeper.
His hand fists in my hair and holds me still.
“Swallow,” he grits out, and then he’s coming, his cock jerking, hot cum flooding my mouth in thick pulses. I swallow, once, twice, the warmth sliding down my throat, the salt-bitter taste of him, and I don’t stop sucking, milking him through it, taking every drop because I want it all.
He pulls out with a groan that scrapes out of him, and his hand stays in my hair, stroking now, almost tender.
“Good boy,” he says, and the words land in my stomach and stay there.
I turn to Nick. His cock is slick and hard in my hand, his hips rocking into my grip, and his eyes are dark, fixed on my mouth.
“Your turn,” I say.
I take him deep, as far as I can, and Nick’s hand finds the back of my head and holds me there.
His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag and swallow around him.
He makes a sound I will remember on my deathbed, raw and completely undone.
I work him with my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flat against the underside, and his thighs tremble against my shoulders.
“Chase, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum—”
I pull off just enough to wrap my lips around the head and stroke the shaft with my hand, and he goes over hard. Cum pulses into my mouth, hot and thick, and I swallow it down, working his cock with my hand until he’s shaking and gasping above me, his hand tight in my hair.
Then strong hands are under my arms, lifting me onto my feet as the waves continue to crash around our legs.
They draw me close, Nick on one side and Kieran on the other, and I’m standing between them, dripping, my cock hard and aching against my stomach.
They kiss me, both of them, Nick’s mouth warm and hungry on mine, Kieran’s lips against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my ear.
“Your turn,” Kieran says against my skin.
Their hands find my cock together, Nick’s wrapping around the shaft, Kieran’s cupping my balls, two different textures and two different pressures, and my knees buckle.
Nick strokes me fast and firm, his thumb circling the head where I’m leaking.
Kieran’s fingers work my balls, rolling them gently, and the pleasure builds so fast I can’t breathe.
“Fuck. I’m close, I’m so close—”
“Cum for us,” Nick says, and his mouth finds mine again, and I come between their hands, my cock pulsing, cum splashing over their fingers and my stomach and the dark water below.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves, each one pulling a broken sound from my throat, and Nick kisses me through it, swallowing the noises, and Kieran’s mouth is on my shoulder, biting, marking.
We stand there in the waist-deep water, the three of us pressed together, our breathing gone shallow, and the ocean keeps rolling past, huge and uninterested.
Nick’s arm is around my waist, Kieran’s hand resting on the small of my back, and I am, for maybe the first time in my life, exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“That,” Nick says against my temple, “was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.”
I laugh into his chest. “Welcome to the club. I hope you decide to stay a while.”
“He will,” Kieran says. “By the end of the week, he’s going to be addicted.”
“End of the week? I’m already there.”
“Not completely straight, huh?” I tease, and he slaps my ass.
“In retrospect, the gay porn might have been a sign I like dick, too. Who knew?”
Kieran snorts and starts walking back toward the towels. “You guys are idiots.” But there’s a fondness in his voice now, and I grin up at Nick for a beat before we chase after him, grabbing our towels and racing inside.