Chapter five
FIVE
Greyson turned his head towards Max. Max was also on his back, his head turned towards Greyson. His dick was hard, and it was fat and uncut. He had a fist wrapped loosely around it and was lazily jerking himself off. He was looking at Greyson.
Greyson’s mouth went dry. His instincts to be polite and avert his eyes flew out the window as he watched Max’s hand on his cock. He remembered being caught in Max’s arms and thrashing while Max held him immobile. He wanted Max to pin him down and take whatever he wanted.
Greyson wanted to tell Max what he wanted, but words and coherent thought had left him. All Greyson could do was lie frozen, mouth open, while he watched Max tease his own cock. His own dick ached for attention, but Greyson’s arms were rooted to the deck.
“Want some help with that?” Max asked. He rolled onto his side and reached for Greyson.
His hand rested on Greyson’s abdomen and slid slowly downward towards Greyson’s erection.
The trail from his fingers left tingles of electricity on Greyson’s skin.
He stopped just shy of Greyson’s cock. He raised his eyebrows to prompt Greyson’s response.
Still unable to formulate words, Greyson only nodded. Max’s hand wrapped loosely around Greyson’s erection, and he stroked him as slowly as he had stroked himself. It was a tease. It made Greyson shiver.
“You made my friend hard,” Max said, eyes drifting from Greyson to somewhere behind him.
Greyson turned his head to his other side.
Ellis was lying on his side, facing Greyson.
His head was propped on his large bicep.
His other hand was holding his cock. He stroked himself in time with Max’s hand on Greyson.
Greyson watched Ellis stroke himself slowly over the length of his cock.
He felt Max make the same movement. His eyes raked over Ellis’s chest and arms. He could hardly breathe.
His eyes returned to Ellis’s cock. He watched the head appear and disappear in Ellis’s fist. The head was dark red and thick.
He wanted more than to watch. He met Ellis’s eyes.
He couldn’t formulate the desperation he was feeling.
“Want to taste it?” Max asked quietly in his ear. Greyson nodded. Then he turned to look at Max.
“I won’t be good at it,” Greyson confided. Max smiled. He leaned down and kissed Greyson on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” Max said.
“Okay,” Greyson said. He turned onto his front and crawled the few feet to close the space between himself and Ellis. Ellis pushed himself into a seated position and opened his legs to make room for Greyson. Greyson wedged himself between Ellis’s thighs.
Max put a hand on the back of Greyson’s neck, but he didn’t push him. He waited until Greyson wrapped a hand around Ellis’s dick and brought it to his mouth.
Greyson pulled Ellis’s cockhead into his mouth and licked gently at the tip. He could taste the precum in the slit. His jaw ached from how wide he had to stretch open to keep his teeth out of the way.
“Just go down as far as you can without choking,” Max said. “Unless you want to gag on it.” Part of Greyson did want to gag on it. But he pushed his mouth down, letting the cock drag along his tongue, until he worried he would gag. He wrapped his hand around the length he couldn’t reach.
“Just use your spit to lube your hand. When you… there you go.” Greyson pulled his mouth nearly off but kept his hand under his lips.
His fist smeared through his spit. Max squeezed the back of his neck.
It was embarrassing being coached through a blowjob, and it was the hottest event of Greyson’s life.
“Fuck, he has a good mouth,” Ellis cursed. Greyson preened at the praise and sucked harder.
“Easy, isn’t it? You’re a natural,” Max said against Greyson’s ear. Greyson whimpered around the mouthful of cock. Max’s hand left Greyson’s neck and traced his bare skin down his spine. Max felt his skin erupt in goosebumps.
“We should take him home and use him for the weekend. I have a lot of ideas,” Max said. He palmed Greyson’s ass. Greyson pictured it. He wanted to be between the two men for days. He wondered what kind of things Max had in mind.
Max pulled back from Greyson and left his peripheral vision. Greyson closed his eyes and focused on doing the best job he could with his mouth. He tried to take Ellis deeper into his mouth, and he gagged. Ellis didn’t stop him.
Greyson felt touches on his ribs, then the sound of Max moving on the deck. He kept his eyes closed and his focus on the cock in his mouth.
A warm, wet heat enveloped the tip of Greyson’s cock, and he moaned. Electricity coiled in Greyson’s insides. Max was on his back under Greyson’s body, and he was sucking Greyson’s dick.
Greyson struggled to get enough air through his nose. He felt like he was hyperventilating. He needed to cry out, and moan, and gasp for air, but he would rather pass out than pull off the cock in his mouth.
Ellis’s cock and Greyson’s hand were soaked in spit.
The wet, slick sound of Greyson’s hand sliding on Ellis’s cock sounded filthy and loud over the faint lapping of the pond against the dock.
What if someone came by? Anyone walking along the lake would see Greyson sandwiched between two men, greedily sucking one off with his ass in the air.
Greyson felt the warm, tight heat on his dick sink to his pelvis. Max had to be taking him into his throat. Greyson’s breath hitched. He was right on the edge. His dick ached. He didn’t want it to be over.
“Oh, fuck, you’re a good mouth.” Ellis’s voice sounded as wrecked as Greyson felt. Ellis put his hand on the top of Greyson’s head, and he pushed him down, just enough to make Greyson gag again.
The flutter in his throat was enough to shred the last of Greyson’s will. His whole world narrowed down to the slide of Max’s tongue. He felt himself flying apart, and he sobbed, spit spilling from around his lips. He could feel Max sucking on his head while he emptied his balls into Max’s mouth.
He was still crying out around Ellis’s dick when Ellis pushed him down to gag him again.
He heard Ellis’s deep groan, and Greyson’s mouth began to fill with salty fluid.
Greyson tried to swallow. With his mouth so full and his convulsions still overwhelming him, he only managed to produce more spit.
The mixture spilled out between his lips and over his hand that kept working Ellis’s shaft.
“Okay, okay.” Ellis gently pulled Greyson off his softening cock. Greyson sat back gingerly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stretched his mouth open and closed to loosen his jaw.
“Good?” Max asked. He sat behind Greyson and pulled him against his chest. Greyson melted against him.
“Yeah,” Greyson answered. “Thanks for, uh…” Greyson didn’t know how to phrase thanks for the blowjob.
“It was hot as hell hearing you moaning and whining like that,” Max said, squeezing Greyson tighter against him. Greyson could feel Max’s hard cock against his lower back.
“Do you want to finish?” Greyson asked. He turned his head and kissed Max’s arm.
“Yeah, I have a lot of ideas,” Max said in Greyson’s ear.
“Yeah?” Greyson prompted. He was sure he’d want whatever Max wanted.
“I liked seeing your ass in the air. Can I grind on you?” It was a hot idea. Greyson nodded.
“Lie on your stomach,” Max instructed. Greyson crawled forward onto his belly without hesitation. He propped his head on his forearms and spread his legs. It occurred to him that he never would have been so bold before today.
“Do you still have that oil in your pocket?” Max asked. Greyson looked over his shoulder in confusion, then realized Max was looking at Ellis.
“Always. Hold on.” Ellis reached for his pile of clothes on the deck. Greyson felt heat in his face. Had there been a miscommunication?
“Wait, what?” Greyson asked, looking from Ellis to Max.
“Just for your skin. Unless you want to get fucked?” Max asked. Greyson shook his head.
“I haven’t… I don’t think…”
“Don’t have to explain yourself,” Max cut him off. Ellis fished a small container out of his shorts pocket and tossed it to Max. Greyson dropped his head back down to his arms.
Greyson felt Max lie on top of him. He rested his forearms on either side of Greyson’s shoulders and pressed his chest against Greyson’s back. Greyson felt Max kiss along his ear and the side of his neck.
Max’s slick cock pressed into the space between Greyson’s glutes.
Greyson felt caged in and small under Max’s body.
He imagined what it would be like to be at Max’s mercy, to let him do whatever he wanted.
His own dick hadn’t gone entirely soft since he came in Max’s mouth, and he felt it swelling more against the wood of the deck.
Max drove his hips down and forward, and his cock slipped deeper between the globes of Greyson’s ass. Greyson felt Max’s cock slide along his hole. He heard himself make a small moaning sound.
“You’ve got such a pretty ass,” Max whispered in his ear. Max kissed and sucked under Greyson’s ear. Greyson shivered and tilted his hips up to give Max better access to his hole.
“Still horny? Didn’t I just suck you off?” Max teased softly. Greyson hummed and lifted his hips more at the next upward drag from Max’s cock.
“I…” Greyson couldn’t find words. Max was right; Greyson was still horny. His orgasm while blowing Ellis hadn’t tamped down the fire at all.
“Are you a cock-slut, then?” Max teased, his voice low and rough. His cock slid along Greyson’s hole again. Greyson regretted his reservations about being fucked. He wanted it. He wanted it right now, and he wanted it so badly he was ready to beg for it.
“Oh, please fuck me,” Greyson said the words quietly, still hesitant about admitting out loud how badly he wanted it.
“What was that? Say it louder.” Max pushed his cock against Greyson’s hole, but didn’t breach his entrance. Greyson buried his face in his forearms and summoned his nerve.
“Please fuck me, I want it,” Greyson said, a little louder. His voice was shaking.
“Needy thing, isn’t he?” Ellis asked, amusement in his voice.
“Alright, give me a second,” Max said. The pressure against Greyson’s hole vanished.
Two slick fingers pushed inside Greyson, and he felt them ease all the way to Max’s palm.
Greyson remembered how big Max was, in every way.
His hands were big, and Greyson felt the rim of his hole burn with the stretch.
It felt incredible. Greyson wanted Max’s big cock buried inside him.
Max didn’t stop. He fucked his fingers in and out of Greyson’s hole, angling his hand to drag along the walls of Greyson’s insides. Greyson imagined what it would be like to be filled. He lifted his hips and pushed back, meeting the thrust of Max’s hand.
“Wait…” Ellis murmured.
“Wha…?” Greyson felt drunk. His eyes were half-closed, and his jaw was loose. He pushed back even as Max paused his momentum inside his body.
“There might be…” Ellis paused. Greyson lifted his head and looked at Ellis. Ellis was looking into the distance, eyes narrowed. Max eased his fingers out of Greyson’s body, and Greyson made a grated, frustrated sound.
“Get your shorts on. Unless you want to jump back in the lake.” Max slapped Greyson’s ass.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding…” Greyson grumbled and cursed. His hole felt open and empty, and his balls were aching. He struggled to push himself up on his elbows.