PREFACE: This is a long one folks! I promise there is smut galore awaiting the patient. Thank you for reading.
I spent the rest of my “free” week settling in. You know the drill; get my Arizona driver’s license and ID, update my auto insurance, open an account at a local bank, see a local doctor and through them, a urologist, find the local comic book store, the usual. Only, it wasn't “the usual” for me. I had no idea what most of this stuff was two years ago.
I walked out of the group home as a brand new legal adult without knowing a single thing about how to take care of myself. I was able to get a place to live and go to school through Vocational Rehab but my caseworker handled the details. I signed what she told me to sign and she handled the rest. She called a bank and set up a savings and checking account. I didn't even pick out my own clothes. A male caseworker took me to the store and picked out “proper school attire” for me down to shoes, underwear, and socks. Then he took me to a salon in Wal-Mart and told them to “set me up for job interviews.” I was grateful, but the point is, the decisions were made for me.
I never had any say in where I lived. The school assigned me to a room in an apartment complex that served as dorms. My roommate was an engineering student that sneered when I crashed through the door dragging everything I needed for my semester. We introduced ourselves, his name was Earl, after that we never spoke. I felt utterly alone and helpless in a hostile environment. I did what I did in the group home; I kept my head down and survived as best I could. I never felt in control until I met Seth and The Village.
I now have all of these basic life skills thanks to a few kind souls who helped me take my best step forward in life. I smiled at the grumpy city bureaucrats, case workers, and receptionists because every boring moment, every tedious detail, every time I handed over my debit card was my decision, my choice. This was my life to treasure or to screw up at my discretion and that felt AMAZING!
I knew Seth was “just” my friend now but he cared, so I made a point to call him and giggle about my accomplishments. I made the most of what The Village offered but Seth and The Village made it possible. I was sure Seth would appreciate that after he woke up. Damn time zones!
Anyway, I didn't see Alejo much outside of breakfast and trips to the gym. He worked two jobs and had a life of his own so he often got in late. Unfortunately, there were no more hookups at the gym for the rest of the week.
I texted with Trevor every day. He sent dick pics and tried to rope me into sexting and camming with him. If you’re new to it, “camming” is watching someone doing sexy stuff over one’s phone or while using Skype. Sometimes couples did it when they were separated. I mean, two weeks wasn’t that long to be apart… but tell that to our raging hormones. Still, I couldn't get into it. I read too many horror stories about dick pics and sex videos falling into the wrong hands. I wasn’t about to risk my shiny new life over it. Trevor kept trying to corrupt me, bless his horny little heart.
I kept up the apartment search, but I had to admit that my heart wasn’t really in it. Alejo’s place was small for three, but I liked living with him and letting him wheedle and cajole me into going to the gym and trying new things. And I liked having an excuse to share my bed with Trevor. If only we could find a bigger place for the three of us. Maybe with a better view. It sucked looking out at a parking lot.
I kept my therapy appointment with Seth's older brother, Brian Westin, midweek. He was easy to talk with–I mean, he and Seth looked and sounded just alike. I would have sworn they were clones.
Anyway, I planned on sticking with just “Adulting” stuff; you know, ‘work, school, life skills’ stuff The Village focused on but all of that was purring along just fine. What was baking my noodle was the personal stuff with Trevor and now, Alejo. But of course… I ended up with a case of verbal diarrhea and told Brian everything, even my trip to the Resort and meeting Martin.
Brian asked me how I felt about it. In a weird way I loved it! If you told me a year ago that I’d be fretting over two hot, sexy as fuck, insatiably horny, well hung guys, both of whom wanted me? I’d have laughed in your face. I mean, everybody should have my problems, right? Looking at it that way took the sting right out.
Of course, if you know me at all, you know that didn’t last long. The more I thought about it on the drive home, the more I worried that Brian might tell Seth that “timid little Asher” done gone and turned into a sex fiend.
I made Brian promise not to tell, double-checked, then checked with him again before I left his office but Seth was his brother. They were both professionals but people let things slip by accident all the time. Right?
What if Seth found out? He’d tell Brody–oh, shit, MY BOSS!!! Brody would tell Max and from him the guys at the candle factory. By the end of the day my deviant sex life would be the talk of North Carolina. That ain’t saying anything about Brody telling Kevin, the big boss at the agency, as well as everybody at work. I was gonna be the number one topic around the damn water cooler before my first day on the job. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. OH. MY. GOD!!! What have I done?
I gripped the steering wheel for dear life. I hadn’t had a panic attack this severe in months and I had no one to turn to but myself. I took deep breaths like Seth taught me and thought about the worst that could happen.
The absolute worst would be losing the support of the Village. Through them I might lose my job, my friends, and the only family I’d known since Mama passed on. Well, no, I wouldn’t lose Trevor and Alejo. They’re my co-conspirators, my fellow sex fiends. Hell, they’d laugh at getting found out. They loved the attention–and they wouldn’t get fired or anything. People might just shake their heads and chuckle, then move on to something more interesting. Would they do that with me? Well, they might be surprised that I’m in the middle of all this sexy stuff–hell, I know I am! But the real fear is disappointing everybody.
Why would they be disappointed? I’m careful about my health and I’m not jumping into anything dangerous. I’m only with people I know and trust. I’m nineteen, all I hear is about how normal it is to have raging hormones at my age and frankly, I’m damn proud to finally have GOOD hormone problems for a change.
Nobody was going to abandon me if word got out about my wild and crazy sex life. Even if they did, I was an adult now. I knew how to care for myself. If they rejected me then they weren’t who I thought they were. The rest? They were strangers. They played no role in my life. Why did I care? All thoughts led back to abandonment and I could handle that. It suddenly hit me that I felt completely calm. I felt at peace. My worst case scenario was something I could manage. I was still in control of my life. I found my way back from a panic attack on my own for the first time, y’all. I can’t explain how that feels! It’s like an epiphany. I learned something big and it changed everything.
The weekend arrived and with it came time with Alejo. I tagged along with him to the grocery store and pitched in my $50 bucks toward his amazing cooking. “How did you learn to cook so well?” I asked.
I knew immediately that I made a mistake. He fell suddenly silent and his expression looked far away. I apologized but he tutted me.
“It’s okay. I’m not used to anyone caring outside my sessions with Seth or when I hang out at Brad and Scotty’s. That whole bunch is up in my business. I swear, it’s like having a dozen abuelas pinching my cheeks and telling me to eat more,” He smiled fondly. “Anyway, I used to help my mom in the kitchen growing up, at least until my sisters got big enough. My family has –had– old-fashioned ideas like: ‘no men in the kitchen’ but Mama needed help prepping meals for fourteen hungry mouths, plus whatever relatives happened to be staying over.”
“That’s crazy!” I gaped. “I can’t imagine what it is like to have a big family. There was that time in the group home but it wasn’t the same. There were caregivers and chores, I knew the other kids, but we never felt like a family.”
“What about your life before? I mean, if you can talk about it.” Alejo asked.
“It’s okay,” I thought about it and told him my whole ugly story. I noticed suddenly that Alejo hadn't spoken in a while. “I’m sorry, I run off at the mouth.”
“That’s okay,” Alejo laughed but then grew thoughtful. “I guess we’re family now. How does that go: ‘Once a Villager always a Villager.’ At least, for the next few weeks until you find your own place. Right?”
He looked sad at the thought of me leaving in a few weeks. What was that all about? Should I say something? We picked up our shopping trip and dropped the topic, for now.
By the time Monday came I was used to getting up at 5:00 AM. We ate a big breakfast and then I followed Alejo to the gym like a good little duckling (Padawan to all my nerdy friends). I promised Alejo that I would stick with it for six weeks no matter how sore and achy I got. So far it was worthwhile just to spend more time with Alejo. We parted ways from there with Alejo headed to Neiman Marcus and me to the agency.
My first day on the actual job went okay. There were a few hiccups in my paperwork so I spent a couple of hours down at HR sorting shit out. I got to see Brody over Zoom which tickled me silly. I wanted to ask about everybody back home–especially Trevor–but it was a work call, so maybe later. I reconnected with Shea which was cool. She invited me out for drinks after work. These were my people, y’all. We let our nerd flags fly without reservation or restraint and I fucking loved it! Wes, my coworker, invited me to sit in on his D&D game this Friday. I accepted tentatively since Trevor was coming home. Speaking of, Trevor told me something over a FaceTime call that took a few minutes for my head to wrap around.
“Nobody here could take time off to ride shotgun with me.” He prefaced. “I decided to make the drive alone but then Daddy and BA stepped up. They’re going to ride behind me in an RV and make a vacation of it.”
“Daddy and BA… here.” Y’all, this didn’t fucking compute. Daddy James and his wife, BA didn’t just “live” in North Carolina, they personified the South deep down in their redneck DNA. Bringing them here warped reality like those melting watches in that Salvador Dali painting. These two things did not belong together.
“Did I break your brain, Princess?” Trevor tittered. I opened my mouth several times but nothing came out. Trevor giggled more as the seconds passed. Finally I quit trying to make sense of it. I shook my head. “I got nothing.”
Then my brain got the “zoomies” all of a sudden. “Wait, they're coming here, like Phoenix ‘here’ or ‘here,’ as in our apartment?”
“They’re following me so I assume they're stopping by our apartment at least for a little while. Why do you ask? Do you have bodies that need to be buried before we arrive?”
“No comment,” I smirked. “But if they’re staying, Alejo might want to cook dinner and I might have to change my plans.” I bit my lip, thinking. Trevor's eyes twinkled.
“Oh, you have something special planned?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” I grinned. He got close to his screen and lowered his voice to a sexy growl.
“I can't wait to get my hands on you, Princess. This time you aren’t getting away.”
I shivered from head to toe in excitement and blushed to my hairline. The bastard chuckled at his handiwork. I almost forgot everything I promised to myself. I fell silent as I mustered the courage to speak. Trevor saw and jumped to a reasonable conclusion. “I pushed too hard again, I'm sorry.”
“No, you’re fine. Thank you for thinking about that but I’m good. It’s just, we need to talk before we do anything else.”
“Okay, shoot.” He sat back.
“Not online,” I insisted. “After you’re home. It ain’t ‘bad’ so please don’t work yourself up over it. Think of it as something I have to do for my peace of mind.”
“Okay, but I can’t help being curious.” He pouted. I changed the topic and we got back to counting the hours, minutes, and seconds until we were reunited.
Trevor was coming home this weekend so of course the work week slowed to a crawl. I did my due diligence by informing Kevin, Scotty, and Brad about Daddy James and BA gracing Phoenix with a visit. As I figured they already knew. I hoped they might tell me more about Daddy and BA’s plans but everything was still up in the air.
I told Alejo and the look on his face was pure gold. Trev sent me a photo of the car he and Daddy put together. I tried to find kind words to describe the old pea green Yaris but my face gave me away. Trevor laughed, “That's why we named her ‘Helga Phugly.’” The name fit, unfortunately.
Trevor kept me up to date as soon as they hit the road. I tracked their progress on Google Maps. My excitement mounted with every day that passed until I questioned if I felt this way for my best friend or the man I wanted to be my lover. I had much to consider.
On the third day I received a text from Trevor that they had arrived. Daddy and BA invited me and Alejo to join them at the campground for a steak dinner. We got to the campground and they weren’t hard to spot. The RV had a million patio lights strung around it and it was lit up like a Christmas tree. We pulled up to their campsite and parked, with Yoda next to Helga… it was the first time the two had met.
I set my eyes on Trevor and my heart beat so fast, y’all. I did not know if he would come back, and I struggled so damn hard to keep a level head about it, but when I saw him the waterworks started pouring. I walked faster and faster until I jumped in his arms. We kissed in front of God and everybody and Trevor spun me around. I was so damn happy!
I bawled like a baby in his arms. “I missed you so damn much!”
“I'm here, baby. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.” We rocked gently together and it was only then that I saw that Trevor had bloodshot eyes, he cried too. This ordeal affected us equally and seeing that settled something in my brain.
I let go of Trevor just long enough to hug Daddy and BA. They were no blood relation to me but they were the only grandparents I ever knew. Having them here in my new life filled me with incredible happiness. We sat at an old wooden picnic table and caught up while enjoying a juicy steak dinner and after, s’mores around a campfire.
Alejo was the outlier among us. He met Daddy and BA briefly but he did not know them well. He barely knew me and Trevor and yet here he was smiling and charming BA with his suave Spanish accent. He tried several times to correct her but he finally gave up. Forever more he would be known as “Alli-joe” in the Village. I squeezed his hand with gratitude under the table. He winked and rubbed my lower back alongside Trevor.
I wish I could regale you with all the great things we talked about but after a time I checked out of the conversation. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in Trevor's lap and pull Alejo's big, strong arms around us like a security blanket (yeah, you read that right… the three of us together). All was right in the world.
We parted ways with a promise (or maybe it was a threat) to see Daddy and BA tomorrow morning at the apartment. She might have been “Grammaw” to us but BA still acted in an official capacity for The Village. They wanted a report about our living conditions. Alejo reacted in a predictably prickly manner. “Don’t expect much. I haven’t had a day off all week to clean. The place is in a bit of a mess.”
“Well, darlin’, that’s what I’m here for! We’ll get it done, don’t you worry.” BA beamed.
After that we said goodnight and headed home. Alejo took Yoda while I rode back with Trevor in Helga. I wanted so much to curl up next to him and play with the little hairs below his belly button but the seats (and seat belts) didn't allow for it. We settled for holding hands across the center console. Trevor glanced at me, “You have something to say? I'm here now.”
I read somewhere that it was a bad idea to hold serious discussions while driving but we were only 18 (and 19) and didn't have the sense to lick a stamp with. I ordered my thoughts and nodded. “I met with Brian. I told him everything about us, about how I kept panicking when we got to the big moment.”
“Yeah, what did he say?” Trevor met my gaze while sitting at a traffic light.
“Nothing much, he asked a bunch of questions, mostly how I felt about things. I figured some things out for myself. I know why I panicked, Trevor.” He squeezed my hand.
“I'm ready,” he nodded for me to continue.
“You talk a lot about how sex doesn't mean anything to you, it's just fun and letting off a little steam. Our friendship means everything to me. Having sex with you–it ain't about getting off for me. It’s like these feelings inside get to be too much and I can’t keep them inside anymore. Sex is just one way those feelings come out. Those feelings come from how much you mean to me. The thought of all of that coming out of me and you don't care…I don’t want to lose what we–” Shit, Ash, dont fucking cry!
We pulled into a parking lot and stopped. Trevor turned in his seat to face me. He took both of my hands and we looked deeply into each other's eyes. “We never got a chance to talk more about that and I’m sorry. The stuff we do with strangers or friends is fun, yeah, but what you and I have is way deeper. Is it love? I want to think so. Whatever we have means enough to me that I dropped everything to be with you. Right now you are the most important person in my life. I will never, ever pass off sex with you as meaningless. I can’t, I’d sooner cut out my own heart.”
This was why one didn’t talk in the car. I wanted so badly to jump into Trevor’s arms and kiss him senseless but the best we managed was an awkward hug and a sloppy, mismatched kiss. I would not have traded it for anything save maybe a do over on our feet.
Trevor’s words, his actions in coming back to be with me made what came next easier. We got back on the road. “Is that everything? He asked.
“No,” I took a deep breath. “We never talked about what we wanted. Are we in a relationship? I think that’s obvious.”
“Me too,” Trevor nodded emphatically.
“That complicates things for me.” –Come on stronger, more confident Ash, don't chicken out now! “Remember what we talked about before leaving Wilmington? Nothing has changed, Trevor. I–I want to explore. I want to date and have sex. I want to try new things and find out what I like, what I want from life. I can't do that in a relationship.”
“Who says?” Trevor glanced with arch curiosity.
“That ain’t how a relationship is supposed to work!” I stopped. “Is it?”
“Babe, it’s our relationship. It’s whatever the fuck we want it to be. I understand what you need and why. I’m cool with it. Why do you think I drag you into all of my hookups? You want the experience and it’s more fun for me when you’re there.”
“Really–?” This was not how I expected this talk to go.
“Really,” he grinned.
“Okay, well, then, um, you’ll really love this next part.” I said quietly, heat rising in my cheeks. “I want to give you my virginity. Tonight. As soon as we get home. I mean, if you aren’t tired. I know you’ve had a long drive–”
“NO!” Trevor yelped, apologized, then tried again. “I’m good, totally, good–I’m good. Tonight is good. I mean, it’s fine. The sooner the better.”
In for a penny as the saying went. I spit out the last of my words before I could fret myself into a ball of anxiety. “There is only one condition. I want Alejo to be there too.”
I feared Trevor gave himself whiplash. “Buh-WHA–?”
“It’s our big moment and Alejo played a big part in getting us here. I thought it might be special to have him there too.”
“If by ‘special’ you mean ‘hot as fuck’ then yeah, that would be real special!” I giggled as he grinned from ear-to-ear.
“I take that as a ‘yes’ to having Alejo with us.”
“Oh, hell yes!” Trevor laughed gleefully. “How did you manage this? We only knew Alejo on a first name basis when I left.”
I told him everything from getting naked with Alejo and kissing to watching him have sex with two other guys in the sauna at the gym. I guess Trevor took it well?
“Jesus, fuck!” He motioned like he wanted to bang his head on the steering wheel. “Ash, do you know how fucking blue my balls are? They need CPR they’re so fucking blue! I tried so many times to get you to sext and cam with me and all that time you were hooking up with Alejo!”
“We ALMOST hooked up” I pouted. “We just played around a little.”
“That was still more than I got, Ash.” He sulked.
“I’m sorry, I’m just scared about dick pics and sex videos getting out on the Internet.” I felt Trevor’s thigh and damn he was hard! “I’ll make it up to you when we get home, I promise.”
“We’re going to talk about this thing you have about camming later.” He took my hand and kissed the knuckles. “Are you sure about this, tonight, with Alejo?”
“I am,” I didn't tell him about the butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t want to trouble him with last minute jitters.
The rest of the drive home passed pleasantly. If all Trevor was pissed about was missing out on the juicy details then I lucked out big time.
We got home about 20 minutes behind Alejo. Trevor pushed through the door with his backpack slung over one shoulder. He yelled loud enough for neighbors to hear, “Strip bitches! I’m home!”
God, how I’ve missed him. Alejo emerged from his bedroom still dressed save for shoes. We took those off inside the door. I gave Alejo a little nod and he visibly relaxed. “I take it that Ash told you everything?” he asked Trevor.
“Yeah, I’m still not convinced that some scheming little sex demon hasn’t possessed my sweet, innocent little princess.” Trevor huffed.
“Nah, all the scheming was mine.” Alejo confessed as Trevor put his things in my –rather our– room. He emerged a short time later wearing sexy black undies. He apparently took what I said about trying new things at home to heart and dropped his undies to the floor, leaving Trevor completely naked. Alejo feasted his gaze on the sight before him. A wicked grin spread across Trevor’s lips. He tugged on his prepuce and did a little turn, jutting his muscular ass in Alejo’s direction. Alejo growled with approval as he slowly stripped.
“Nice, very nice.”
“Same here,” Trev’s gaze devoured the sight of Alejo voraciously.
Others might have gotten jealous but I was only sad because I couldn’t watch both of them at the same time. They looked me up and down expectantly. I blinked owlishly, “What–OH! Shit, I’m still dressed!”
“No, stay where you are. Alejo, can you give me a hand?” Trev approached me with an intense, sexy stare. I turned to find Alejo staring at me the same way.
They stripped my clothing off slowly, piece by piece, as if revealing a precious artifact. I trembled steadily as Trevor brushed my throat with his lips, then grazed my nipple with his teeth on his way down my belly. Alejo drew his lips down my opposite shoulder, his hands crossing Trevor's at my waist. They cooperated in perfect silence as first my pants, then my underwear slid to the floor.
Their hot breaths fanned across my sensitive skin. I grew aroused at such speed that I nearly swooned in their embrace. Trevor returned and we kissed with the ardor of lovers reunited after a torturous exile. Alejo pressed into my backside until I stood trapped between the pair of them. He nipped my shoulder lightly with his teeth, then kissed the spot as if in apology. He then did it again, and again, causing me to writhe in his arms.
My breaths shuddered as Trevor and Alejo met above me in a scorching kiss. They battled for supremacy with their lips until Trevor broke off with a submissive little whine, establishing something primal and permanent between them.
Meanwhile, their dicks crossed like swords under my balls, each instinctively homing on the prize, my entrance. They clashed and thrust fiercely, leaving me wet with every swipe of their fleshy blades. Above, they resumed their amorous assault on my senses with probing tongues, lush, kissing lips, and sharp, nipping teeth. Alejo pulled Trevor closer until they trapped me within a cage of muscle, bone, and hot, pumping blood. The rub of their sweaty bodies against mine, their manly smell, their demanding kisses and probing fingers lulled me into a state of mindless lust. I heard voices in the far reaches of my consciousness but thought nothing of it until my blissful prison parted from me. I must have uttered my protest because Trevor pulled me into his embrace with a kiss.
“Come on, Princess,” he coaxed gently. “We have to get you ready for your big night.”
Alejo took command. “Why don’t you two go into my bathroom? You’ll find everything you need to clean out and prep in there. I want you both to use it.”
“Both–?” We squeaked in tandem.
Alejo clapped us both on our asses and growled. “You heard me, go.”
I picked up Trevor’s undies and my clothes and followed him into Alejo’s bedroom. I didn't know where to put them so I tossed them onto the bed.
I read online about enemas and douching before gay sex in preparation for tonight. I picked stuff up at the grocery store but Alejo waved for me to put it back. “I’ve got better than that at home.” I saw now that he did– and he had more than enough extra to cover most any occasion. That led me to wonder, just how much sex did this man have at home before I moved in? I put that aside as Trevor led me through the part that everybody skipped over in gay porn.
Trevor went first to show me what to do. He finished and left me to take care of business in private. I finished up and peaked outside. I gasped with surprise at what I saw.
Candle light danced from nearly every exposed surface of Alejo’s bedroom. A familiar fragrance of jasmine, cinnamon, vanilla, and sandalwood wafted to my nose and right away I knew, these were Bromax candles. I listened as smooth jazz played in the background. Trevor and Alejo looked up from where they sat talking on the bed. They got to their feet, all smiles at my reaction.
“How did you manage this so quickly?” I stepped into Trevor’s warm embrace.
“I texted Alejo from the bedroom when I put my pack away. He set up the room while we were busy. I planned something bigger but this was the best we could do on short notice. I hope it’s okay.”
“Okay–?” I broke down in tears and hid my face on his shoulder. “Nobody has done anything like this for me!”
“It’s just the beginning, Princess.” He caressed my arms soothingly. I stepped away long enough to thank Alejo with a hug.
“Anytime,” he spoke softly against my ear, then drew back. “Are you sure you want me here tonight?” He looked back and forth between us with a pensive expression.
I looked and Trevor waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. I turned back to face Alejo. “Please, after all, this is your room.”
He and I nuzzled noses before resuming our kiss as if no time passed. Alejo maneuvered me close to Trevor, who took up the kiss while Alejo moved behind me. I shook nearly to pieces in excitement as Alejo slid down my backside with his tongue. Next, He clasped my hips firmly, then licked inside my cleft. He laved every inch of skin from my perineum to my twitching pucker with licentious swipes of his tongue. Alejo drew circles inward until the tip of his oral muscle wormed past all resistance into my rear channel. I uttered a strangled mewling sound in response and pressed back against his face.
As this happened, Trevor kissed down my front, stopping to bite and suckle my nipples until they jutted swollen and tender from my chest. Once he finished there, he dropped to his knees in front of me and drew from my cock like a suckling calf. He added a finger (then two, then three) to Alejo’s probing tongue until they found the little walnut-shaped bundle of nerves just inside my rear entrance, my prostate gland. Trevor smiled around my cock in anticipation, then massaged it firmly.
“OH, SHIT!” I huffed a breathless shout and caught my balance on Trevor’s shoulders. Pleasure unlike any I had known surged through my body with every flex of Trevor’s finger.
Alejo encircled my knees with his arms before I recovered. He then stood as if I weighed nothing. I quickly hooked my elbows over his bulging biceps so that my trunk dangled freely. I wondered what he was up to until I realized Trever now possessed unobstructed access to my cock, balls, and ass. I also rested directly on top of Alejo’s glistening erection. Trevor seized the moment.
My new boyfriend alternated between orally milking my throbbing little cock and Alejo’s tumescent beast while twisting three fingers inside my anal cavity. All the bunnies in my brain were fucking so nothing coming out of my mouth made sense. “Oh, GOD! Please–? That feels– Please–? I can’t– I want– Fuck! Oh god, like that, more– UNH! I– I need it! I need–!”
“What do you need, Princess?” Trevor popped off Alejo’s drooling glans with a wolfish gleam.
“You, I need– I– I need you! Inside me, now– please? Please?”
“How can I say no to that?” Trevor got to his feet and Alejo playfully tossed me onto my back in the bed. I pinched myself that such incredible specimens of manhood wanted me but they proved it with the intense way they stared at me, as if I was prey.
I gulped as they prowled toward me like a pair of predators on the hunt. They started with my feet and covered me with kisses until our lips met in a frenzy of lust and hair pulling. I moaned deeply as each of my lovers left their marks on me. I made sure to give in kind. I wanted them and the world to know that– They. Were. Mine.
Trevor and Alejo sat on their heels on either side of me and I watched as they took turns scooping clear, viscous secretions from their cocks into my hungry hole. Trevor massaged my passage with four fingers while Alejo procured a small bottle and popped the cap. He drizzled a copious portion of fragrant lube along the top of Trevor’s thick, pulsing organ. He then pumped Trevor to maximum size and hardness before prying my cheeks apart. They paused long enough to kiss passionately before Trevor lined up with the front of his thighs touching the backs of mine.
Trevor saw me biting my lip and broke away at the last second. He lay atop me, propped on his elbows, surveying his and Alejo’s handiwork. I encircled him with my arms and legs and we filled the room with the sounds of our kissing.
Trevor drew back to meet my gaze. “This is your last chance to back out.”
“I’m ready, and Trevor,” I took a deep breath and let it go. “Please, don’t let me squirm away this time? I really want this with you. I think– I think I'm falling for you.” I closed my eyes and bit my lip anxiously, afraid of his reaction.
“Ash, open your eyes.” I peeked to see his tearful smile. “I think I'm falling for you too.”
Trevor rocked back one last time before I sensed another touch. Alejo pried my cheeks apart while Trevor’s meaty scepter claimed my virgin territory with gentle but inexorable force. I chanted under my breath. “I want this… I want this… I want this… AH!”
My sphincter yielded with a tangible popping sensation. I pushed away with a ragged gasp but Trevor held me firmly. “Breathe, baby… come on, breathe with me.”
I settled with a stilted nod. “I’m okay, go on. It isn't hurting. It’s just–weird.” I lapsed into a senseless babble when his obscenely thick organ struck, then ground against my prostate. The pressure ceased to relent, driving me utterly insane with ecstasy.
“GOD YES! THERE! OH, FUCK! OH, GOD, YES! OH, GOD!”
“Fuck, he'll wake up the neighborhood!” Alejo laughed. He grabbed a pillow to shut me up but Trevor kissed me. All was right in the world.
Trevor drilled deeper and deeper until his balls twitched restlessly against my cleft. He bottomed out with a kiss, grinning at me in triumph. “Ash, I’m in! You did it! You hung on! We made it!”
I marveled at all of the new, exciting sensations. Most of all I felt Trevor’s heart beating and emotion flooded my cheeks with fresh tears. “I feel you!” I clutched him dearly. “Our hearts are beating together inside me!”
“That’s my heart, baby. I’m giving it to you. I need you to keep it safe for me. Okay?”
His words were silly and childlike and I could not love them more. I jerked my head in a nod. “I will, always, but, um….” My face flooded with the heat of my embarrassment. Trevor looked alarmed.
“What is it, baby?”
I swallowed a few times before I managed to speak. “You might need to fuck it deeper, so it won't fall out.”
He laughed and gave me what I needed. He fucked me gently, he took me roughly, he turned me inside out and pounded me through the bed, and I! LOVED! IT!
Out of nowhere I gasped. “Oh, my god. OH, my god! OH! MY! GOD! Trevor, I think, I–”
I scrambled desperately and yanked Alejo down. I needed him to share this moment with us. I threw back my head and screamed my release. That snapped Trevor’s last thread of restraint. He speared ruthlessly into my core and planted his DNA with a deep cry of release. He was now and forever a part of me.
We collapsed into a spent, sweaty heap of blissful satisfaction. We three cuddled and rested for a little while when Trevor propped on an elbow beside me. “You think I fucked it deep enough?”
I giggled like a silly school girl but before I could answer, Alejo interrupted. He climbed to his knees beside us and snapped a rubber ring around his monstrous cock. Next, he produced a shiny gold “Magnum” condom packet and tore it open with his teeth. We watched, spellbound as he pinched the tip and rolled until all but a thumb’s length of his base was sheathed in glossy latex. He used both hands to pump himself to even greater proportions before leveling his beast directly at us. He peered from under his lashes and gave us a devilish smile. “If you haven’t, I will.”
Oh, my god.
Question to the Reader: Let me know down in the comments section if you want to see Alejo’s part in this scene written out in the next chapter.
AUTHOR NOTE: No two intersex people are alike. Ash’s symptoms reflect the experience of one person save where mentioned.
SPECIAL NOTE: I normally write in an imaginary world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist. I made an exception for this chapter since the condom wrappers played an important part in the story. Stay safe. PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it.
