“You see how hard Mike is?” Geoff ground his cock against Frank. “Jesus, Frank. Look what you do to both of us.”
Frank exhaled hard. He rocked his hips, thrusting into both men’s hands. When he could focus his eyes, he looked where Geoff had told him to, and sure enough, Mike had an impressive and enticing erection. Frank found Mike’s hand with his. He gently pried it off his hip and guided it downward. Mike didn’t need too much direction: he closed his fingers around his own cock, and his strokes were in perfect synch with what he and Geoff did to Frank.
“Fuck.” Frank rocked faster, fucking their hands and rubbing against Geoff. Geoff groaned in his ear, and Mike released a warm breath as he teased Frank’s balls with his lips and tongue. Long overdue quickly became almost too much, almost unbearable, and Frank moaned as his orgasm closed in, and then Mike started jerking his own cock even faster, harder, the muscles in his arm quivering with exertion. His groan vibrated across Frank’s hypersensitive nerve endings, and both men came, their semen spurting onto Mike’s chest and abs.
Frank’s entire body shuddered one last time. Had it not been for Geoff, he’d have collapsed over Mike, but Geoff held him up.
“Jesus fuck.” Geoff laughed and kissed the side of his neck. He pulled Frank back against his erection. “I hope you don’t think we’re done.”
“No.” Frank swallowed, feeling unsteady on his feet.
He turned his head for a kiss, and Geoff nearly devoured his mouth, opening him up, tongue and teeth and hunger, but then Geoff broke it, likely getting a bit impatient. “One of us is an amazing cocksucker.”
Frank shivered, met Geoff’s eyes, but the man nodded, so he turned and went down on his knees. Damn, he wanted this so fucking badly, the smell and taste of it, and it wasn’t just gratitude. He loved cock in all shapes and sizes and loved sucking them and touching them and taking them any way he could, and then giving back as good as he could.
He closed his hand around Geoff’s dick and guided it to his mouth, the taste of pre-cum lighting up every nerve in his body. Geoff’s skin felt amazing against his tongue and lips, and the man’s gentle curse added to it. He took as much as he could for the moment, then slid up and down, twisted his neck to change the angle, pushed the head against his cheek and sucked on it until it very nearly popped out of his mouth.
Geoff’s fingers tightened in his hair, while Frank teased his own gag reflex and, on the way back, drove Geoff insane with his tongue, teasing the slit and then the side of the head, then pulled Geoff closer by his hips, giving him permission to move. Geoff did. They knew each other, understood each other, and on every push deeper, Geoff thrust a bit until he managed to get into Frank’s throat.
Close off everything. Don’t breathe. Don’t think. Instinct took over, and Frank took the face-fuck as best he could, feeling Mike’s hands on his back and shoulders, telling him how hot that was, that he would be getting his damn camera, but Frank was totally lost in sensations of need and want and acceptance, even strength, because he could take that, could make Geoff feel good like that, something not that many men actually managed.
Geoff came, and he tried to pull away, but Frank kept him in place, again giving permission, and swallowed, accepting that too, sucking the last out of him and swallowing that taste. His jaw ached when he sat back, and Geoff looked down at him and touched his lips. He was panting. “You all right?”
Frank nodded, still not sure he could deal with all the emotions that had been coming up. He could ignore them most of the time, but sex stripped all the protective layers off him.
“One day you’ll have to teach me that.” Mike’s voice carried a hint of good-natured jealousy.
“Practice makes perfect.” Frank cleared his raw throat.
“He’s got a point.” Geoff urged him to stand again. “And you’re both more than welcome to practice on me any time you want.”
Mike laughed. Frank smiled, wondering if Geoff had any idea how much it meant to him, knowing there was more to that joke than the implication that he’d want his cock sucked again before long.
Mike touched Frank’s face and kissed him lightly. “You want to crash here for the night? I mean, as long as you’re”—he looked Frank up and down, and winked—“ready for bed.”
“Oh. Well.” Frank grinned. “As long as it’s not too much trouble.”
Geoff laughed and nudged Mike out of the way so he could kiss Frank. “You know damn well it’s never too much trouble.”
Thank you, guys.
“In that case”—Frank trailed a fingertip down the side of Geoff’s face—“I’d love to stay.”