I hate flying. I really do. So I was glad to get off the plane in Ottawa and make my way out, feeling like a fucking lemming with hundreds of other people. I was a little hung over after the party we had in Banff to celebrate the end of our time there, and all I wanted to do was go home to bed.
I came through the arrivals gate and there they were. Both of them. I almost tripped over my suitcase. Mark was grinning at me and Sam was already running toward me like a little kid. It was the nicest moment.
I said into Sam's neck as we hugged, “What the fuck, dude? You drove all this way?”
Sam leaned back and then kissed me. That was really nice. I mean, really nice. “Come on Goran. Of course we're here. We've missed the fuck out of you.”
Mark pulled us into a big three-way hug and I felt so much better, my hangover just up and disappeared. I kissed Mark all over his face and he seemed really happy. I was happy. I wanted to get on my fucking knees and show them how happy I was. But public and all...even if I knew Sam would get off on it.
We got out of the airport to a nice little red car that was double-parked in from of the terminal.
Sam looked proudly at it, then turned to me saying, “Meet my new wheels!”
I was impressed. I knew Sam had money – I mean lost of money – and this was proof. It was one of those high-end electric things that everyone is talking about.
“Pretty nice, Sam. I always wondered when you were going to buy one.”
Mark laughed and said, “He's always scared people will judge him for having a shit-ton of money. But we get to benefit, right?”
Mark kissed his cheek and opened the car door.
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The drive back to K was nice. We shared stories about the time we were apart and I told them about Banff and how amazing it had been. The boys had been in Perth and it sounded like they had a good time. I got the sense that something happened up there, but I decided not to push it. Maybe they would tell me some time.
We got to my place and they helped me dump my bags in my bedroom, then we all sat in the living room. I realized I was nervous as if this was our first date again. Sam and Mark sat on the sofa, and I perched on a chair opposite them. They were so handsome...no, not just that...so fucking gorgeous and sexy and a lot of other things. I felt a bit scruffy. I said, “Say boys, I'm going to have a shower since I'm all grimy from the plane. I'll be back in a minute...get comfy, but not too comfy.”
We all knew what was going to happen next and I could feel the air get a little electric around us.
I stood in the shower getting excited. My cock was already hard and I really wanted to do things with it. I hadn't seen them in three weeks and the only thing I'd done was jerk off which is fine and all, but when you're used to those two, well it's pretty inadequate. I got out of the shower and dried off, trying to calm my dick down. I wrapped a towel around myself, and went into the living room. They were still there and I was glad to see they were still dressed, although Sam had his hands in Mark's shorts which seemed fair to me.
I stood there in my towel and I said, “Let's trade places. You two stand here and I'll sit on the sofa.”
The smile on Sam's face said everything. I know he likes it when people have plans, especially if they include him. “Sure, Goran.” He took Mark's hand and they stood up.
I sat where they had been, and I liked the warm place they left, it felt really good on my ass, my poor neglected ass. I said, “Why don't you take your shirts off?”
Mark smiled at me and really slowly and seductively, he slid his shirt up over his stomach and chest, then over his head. He tossed it to the ground. Sam did the same, a little less patiently. I said, “Slow down San, let's enjoy ourselves.”
He looked a little guilty and said, “Yeah, well, I'm fuckin' horny for you, Goran...”
I had to laugh. “I am too...that's the whole point...so on that note, why don't you give Mark's chest some attention.”
Sam smiled wickedly and turned to Mark and pulled his face onto his nipples. He put his lips – as if he was kissing – on them, and I could tell his tongue was bathing them. Mark threw his head back and moaned softly, grabbing Sam's head and pushing it down on himself. Sam licked and kissed all over Mark's chest, leaving it looking shiny. He pulled his head back and looked at me. “Yeah?”
“Take Mark's short off. Really slowly.” I was getting excited and I pulled the towel off and grabbed my dick. Mark was starting at it while Sam undid his shorts and slid them off, kneeling at the same time. Mark makes it easy because he never wears underwear anymore. After we had got into our sex groove, anywhere we go we can just get right in there and have at it without having to negotiate Mark's boxers. His cock was so amazing and fucking hot. I wanted to get down there with Sam. But I had plans.
“Don't suck it yet, Sam. Take off your shorts.” I realized how much I liked directing. I should be in movies, right?
Sam got up and yanked his shorts down, taking his briefs with them. Sam's cock looked desperate and he fisted it a few times. I could tell he was getting frustrated. “Mark, why don't get you get down there and give that dick some attention.”
Mark was already on his way down to his knees and he pulled Sam's cock into his mouth. Sam put his hands on the back of Mark's neck and slid him further in, fucking his face a few times. Sam's ass looked so muscular and smooth and Mark was massaging it while Sam fucked his face.
But Sam turned to me, watching me stroke my dick and said, “Enough of this...I want to get over there...” He pulled out of Mark's mouth and came over to me and got down to the level of my dick. “Now this is what I want.” And he drove his nose under my balls and I could feel him breathing, then he opened his mouth and took my balls in his mouth, running his tongue over them. I stroked the back of his head and wrapped my legs around his back.
Mark burrowed down beside Sam and started to suck the end of my dick, while Sam continued lapping my balls before raising his face to mine. “I've missed your fucking balls, Goran. And you smell like home.”
I was moved by this, and pulled him up so we were face-to-face, and we kissed for a while at all different angles and depths and Mark was moving faster on my cock and massaging my thighs. I pulled away from Sam's mouth and said, “Get up here, Mark.”
The three us kissed together and I had forgotten how amazing it felt to have three mouths playing together, how fucking amazing.
Sam got up and stood on the sofa, stroking himself and Mark followed. Their cocks were hard and I could feel the heat from them on my face. I looked up at their beautiful faces as the two of them traded spit. I took both their cocks in my hands and pulled the ends into my mouth, trying to stuff them in. Mark put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me further. I knew it was impossible to deep throat two cock at the same time, but I wanted to. I really did.
I finally spit them out of my mouth and said to Mark, “I want your cock as deep as you can get...follow me.”
I went into the bedroom and got on my hands and knees. Mark went and got the lube from beside the bed and when he was good and slippery, he positioned himself behind me, leaned over my back, his cock resting at the bottom of my spine and said, “Can I fuck you hard? I mean really hard?”
Turning back to him, smiling sweetly, I said, “What do you think?”
He lubed up my ass with a bunch of his fingers, then slid into me, gripping my hips like he was holding on for dear life. Sam got in front of me and fed me his cock which was wet and salty. Mark started to fuck hard and fast and I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck the hell out me since it had been so long. I wanted to feel the length of him, that Mark length as deep as he could get in me.
Sam held my head and he was matching Mark stroke for stroke and I had the crazy idea that their cocks were meeting somewhere in the middle of me. I loved the smell – the crazy animal swell of Sam, and the feeling of his balls smacking me in the chin every time he fucked into me.
But I knew this was only the first act. I was ready for the second act. I pushed Sam back so he fell backwards on the bed and I spread his legs aside and got down their and fed on his ass, my tongue finding getting deep. I could taste lube so I knew he had prepared himself, but I could also taste him, the Sam-ness of Sam. I wanted it all. Mark had slipped out of me, but once I had fed my cock into Sam, he pushed his cock back into me.
We coordinated our fucks nicely, and I quickly felt almost overwhelmed by all the fucking. Sam's body seemed to envelop me in warmth and Mark put his arms around my torso so he get some traction going.
It felt so comfortable and intense at the same time and I loved the feeling of fucking into Sam, then Mark into me, back and forth, over and over. I tried to lean down to kiss Sam, but it was messy, so I leaned back. Sam was jacking himself in time with us, his usual little smile on his face.
This time it was Mark who pulled away. “I want you to fuck me, Goran.”
He lay down beside Sam, so all I had to do was move over. I quickly started to thrust into him and Mark began to moan and throw his head from side to side. I looked over at Sam and said, “I wish we were both fucking you, Sam. I wish both our cocks were fucking the hell out of you. Right?”
Sam looked happy and he stood up and grabbed me by the hair and stuffed his cock in my mouth. “Yeah, Goran. I want you two to fuck me right into tomorrow. I'm working on it, don't worry. I think I'm almost there, but right now you get to take me fucking seed.”
I liked this version of Sam. All cheap porn-star and butch. But before I could think about that, he started spewing in my mouth. He took my head in both hands and his cock went deeper and his cum flowed into my throat and that set me off. I started to moan into his cock as my own dick swelled up and I could feel the pulses of cum leaving my cock into Mark. Over and over as I swallowed all of Sam's cum.
When his orgasm faded, Sam sat down and I pulled out of Mark, a long stream of my cum following me. Sam leaned over and licked the head of my cock, sucking the last few drops. Mark got up and started to jack himself over Sam's face and I decided to get down there and join him. We started to kiss, our mouths wide and messy and then we felt Mark's cock start to paint our faces and cum drizzled into our mouths that became part of us kissing. Cum dripped down my cheeks and onto our lips and he kept coming. Where does he keep all the cum?
With a final spurt onto Sam's outstretched tongue, he fell back on the bed, catching his breath. Sam kissed me some more and we traded Mark's juices and the the three of us lay together, me on top, and our lips got all mixed up together again. It was my new favourite thing. I loved the feel of all the soft wetness of us together, the gentle, loving togetherness of the three of us enjoying each other's mouths. Fuck life was good. I was so happy to be back with them.
I finally lay down between the two of them and Sam lay his head on my stomach and Mark turned and put his chin on my shoulder. How nice was that?
Finally I said, “'Fuck, you two. I've missed this. So much.”
Mark's voice vibrated my jaw. “I have, too, Goran. I've been pining away a bit.”
I felt Sam's voice rather than heard it. “He has. And me, too.” His stopped talking for a second. “You know, Goran, I wonder if the three of us should just say fuck it, and live together. I mean, I can't speak for Mark, but the idea totally turns me on. And this is not just my cock speaking.”
I was both surprised and not surprised. And excited. This was real. We were real. Could we do it? All kinds of questions came into my head. Mostly practical ones, because the idea itself seemed reasonable. Why not? Finally, coming out of my little reverie, I said, “Well my cock agrees with you, and the rest of me does, too. So yeah, I'm into it, but maybe we need to strategize a bit. I mean maybe we need to see what grad school looks like for you. And whether I will be ready to start doing the whole competition/touring thing sometime soon. But yeah. Otherwise, I'm in.”
I was kind of amazed I said yes without thinking. But one think I had learned was if a yes came to me so easily, it was probably the right move. Like I could trust myself. And I knew I could trust them.
Mark said into my neck again, “Yes...I totally agree. I can't see myself in grad school, so I'm going to hit the job market in a couple of years...so I guess it's more up to you, too. I can be wherever. And Goran, I'm in it. I'm totally in it. If three people could get married, this is me saying let's get married. Crazy, I know. But...”
Sam laughed. But I think we both knew that part of Mark was serious. I turned and kissed his head. What a fucking strange life we were having.
We had a nap for a while, and when we got up and showered - only a little delayed because I needed to suck both of them off in the shower. I couldn't get enough of their cum. Is that so bad? - I dragged them out for lunch. We were back and back together.
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When we got back from a late lunch, we hung around my apartment listening to music and talking. Then I ordered some cheap take out for dinner and we watched a movie. It all felt so domestic and I wondered what it would be like if this was our place. Our furniture, our bed, our dishes. That was something to think about.
Sam dozed off before the movie ended, so I turned off the movie and Mark and I left Sam on the sofa and we got into bed. I was still hot for them and hot for Mark's cock, so once we had shed our clothes, I pushed him down on the bed and got busy. I wanted to do something slow and methodical. I wanted to spend time with that lovely piece of meat.
He was hard – of course – and I got really close to it and felt it with my fingers from top to bottom, feeling the lean muscle that went from the base to the head, the soft bumps and thick veins. I tongued my way from the bottom to the top a bunch of times and then I moved backward so I could get to the other side, where the tube that connected his balls to the end of his cock, which was nicely drippy, was and I ran my lips along it. I dug my tongue into the little notch just below the head and I felt his hands in my hair, stroking me.
With my fist gripping the end, I plunged my mouth down on it a few times, letting the end tickle the back of my throat. Jacking him really slowly, I sucked on his nuts, his big beautiful nuts – where else does all that liquid come from? They were a little hairy and soft, and the smell of Mark made my head spin.
When my mouth found his cock again, I used it and my tongue together to massage it, going a little faster. His started to pull my hair a bit and I liked the little jolts of almost pain it gave me. Then I suddenly felt Sam behind me and his tongue went into my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and drilling his whole mouth, it felt like, into me.
I felt him shift and he slid his cock along the crack of my ass a few times, then pushed into me with some force. I pulled off Mark's cock and said, “Fuck Sam, I've missed you.”
He started to kiss the back of my neck at the same time as his cock ploughed back and into me again, and again; he just started to fuck me and I forgot that Sam is an amazing top when he wants to be. Mark pulled my head back to his cock and they were both fucking me, a reverse of where they were before, but it felt the same. I loved being between them, having these two men connecting the three of us through their cocks, connecting us with their cum.
I could taste Mark's precum, his sweat and his man smell and he was breathing more heavily above me. Then I felt Sam's face beside mine and his tongue licking around Mark's cock as it slid back and forth. Mark pulled out of my mouth and pushed into Sam's, firing his cock deep and choking him. I sucked on Mark's balls, loving the feeling of my face squashed below his cock and Sam's throat.
Sam was fucking me even harder, pushing me into the bed. He spat Mark's cock out and said, “Fuckin' cum, Mark. I want that stuff...”
He sounded desperate and Mark laughed, but he started to jack his cock in our faces, holding his dick really hard. I stuck my tongue out and caught some precum that was dripping down and Sam sucked my tongue in just as Mark gasped loudly, and started to spew in the way only Mark can, like a hose filled with cream on a fucked-up lawn, out it started to fucking spew: three, four, five times.
I caught a few blasts, then Sam. and I knew that with Mark, when you thought there couldn't be more, there was more, and all that cum dripped off our lips, and painted our chins. When there was just a little flow from the end, Sam sucked his cock in with a groan and his body shook on top of me, his cock skewered me and then he fucked really fast and hard. I could feel him tremble and knew that he was filling me with cum.
Sam pulled himself up and out, and dove down to my ass and thrust his tongue back in as if he wanted all the cum in the room. I could hear him sucking. I was a little nuts by this point, so I got up and pushed Sam onto his back and hiked his legs up over my shoulders and slid my cock into him and almost immediately went into space. I fucked really hard and fast and my cock exploded instantly. I turned and bit Sam's foot as I filled him up. Finally, I calmed and sat back, sliding out of him, and then onto my back. I could hardly breathe.
Mark leaned over and gently cleaned my cock off, running his mouth over the whole length, and Sam joined him, licking my balls and slurping up his own cum that oozed out of my ass.
Finally spent, we moved so our bodies were intertwined and I imaged we were one body, all sweaty and sticky and hot, but we seemed to love it. We fucking loved each other. That was a trip. I hadn't quite let it sink in before, I hadn't said those words to myself before. We. And Sam was right. It didn't matter what it meant or whether there was some trendy name of for it. It was just this, it was just us.
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Mark got up early to speak with a professor and Sam and I didn't have much to do. We lay in bed and ate breakfast and drank coffee. Sam went into his bag and pulled out a big book on the philosophy of something or other, and I thought about some pieces I was playing, thought about figuring out a career, a piano competition I was enrolled in.
At one point I turned to Sam, taking his hand and said, “So...you're going for an MA somewhere?”
He looked at me and kissed me softly. “Yeah. I'm not sure where, yet. Hopefully here and the profs I've talked to seem to think that's totally possible. After that...I kinda was thinking of a PhD in Vancouver. But I have to get in first.” He laughed a bit nervously.
Vancouver. I hadn't really thought of it before. I'd been there, but didn't really know it. “What does Mark want to do?”
He looked at me a moment, then said, “What do you want?”
I thought for a minute, running my hand up his arm. “I want to be with you two. It's easier for me. I hope to be performing and it doesn't matter where I live as long as I have a home base.”
The conversation was turning me on for some reason. I climbed into his lap and took both our cocks in my hand. He said, “Well that's good...and so is this,” and he looked down at our dicks that I was stroking, then he looked back at me. “I don't think Mark wants to do the whole academic thing, so in some ways he less fussed by where we live...” and he stopped. He looked at me while I stroked our dicks together. He squirmed a little and leaned in to kiss me. “So...are you saying...”
I decided not let me him finish. “Yes. When we talked about living together, I also meant really living together. Not just to fuck more conveniently – that's really nice – but I kind of see us together, together. Like for the long-term.
I stroked our dicks a little more energetically, feeling the heads of them getting slimy. I imagined our cocks beginning to glow.
He kissed me again, and still close to me said, “That's awesome Goran, fucking awesome. I wish Mark was here for this. It hadn't occurred to me that we were thinking way long term, but of course we are. Why the fuck not?”
I gripped our dicks even tighter now that we were slippery with precum and I leaned over and we totally mashed our faces together, both of us moaning until we both came. I could feel our cocks pulsing together, feel the cum spewing all over my hand and our cocks. I looked down and cum was pouring down onto Sam's belly, pooling in his navel.
We kissed some more and I lay down on top of him, smearing myself with our cum as if to baptize our plan. I tucked my nose in his neck and smelled his magical smell. I kissed my way up to his lips and we played with our tongues for a while in a lazy kind of way. Finally I said, “I'm glad. This feels right, doesn't it?”
He nodded and lay his head back. “Well, if you two are game to go where I end up...that makes me so fucking happy.”
That was happy. When Mark came back we fucked him all over my apartment and he took both our cocks and sucked us dry. This was after we told him what we talked about, of course. Sealed with some awesome blowjobs, as Sam said.
But it was awesome. Really awesome.
