Part Two
Tim scrambled onto his knees, reaching around Sam to grab hold of his arse while he took that gorgeous cock into his mouth. Sam’s immediate groan of pleasure filled him with joy, and he slid his lips back and forth along Sam’s length, taking it slow because he knew Sam loved it when he did that. Aaron stroked Tim’s back and shoulders, murmuring words of encouragement and pride, telling Tim how much he loved watching him suck Sam’s dick.
Then Aaron addressed Sam. “Sit on the back of the couch. I’m going to watch him suck you off while I fuck his little hole with my tongue.”
Tim shivered as he pulled free of Sam’s cock. “Are you trying to make me come?”
Aaron chuckled. “Stay on your knees and let me see you take him to the root. Because we all know you can do it.”
“And the last time I did it, I couldn’t talk for two days,” Tim retorted.
“Yeah,” Aaron said with a sigh. “If only we’d known before then how easy it was to keep you quiet.” Tim scowled, but he couldn’t maintain it. Not when Sam vaulted over the sofa and sat there on the back of it, legs spread wide, holding his cock steady, and grinning. Tim took the head into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, loving the groans he pulled from Sam’s lips. Then it was Tim’s turn to moan around Sam’s fat dick as Aaron pulled his cheeks apart and traced a slow path over his hole with his tongue.
Sam pulled free and bent low to kiss him. “Does that feel good?”
Tim raised his eyebrows. “Is that a serious question?”
Sam laughed. “I think you both need to suck my cock.”
“No!” The word burst from Tim before he had time to think. “If Master Aaron does that, he’s not rimming me.” Both his masters laughed at that.
Aaron’s lips ghosted his ear. “We have all weekend, boy. Plenty of time for me to make you shoot your load with only my tongue.”
Another shiver. “You promise?”
Aaron kissed his neck, sending a shudder of delight through him. “I promise. And in the meantime, why don’t we both drive Sam wild?”
Tim really liked the sound of that.
He and Aaron each laid a hand on Sam’s thighs, both moving in deliberately, until their mouths met at the end of Sam’s dick. His hands were on their heads as they licked his shaft from the head to the root. “Oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”
Aaron met Tim’s gaze, his eyes sparkling. They kissed down his length, sucking on the girthy dick, until their lips met at the head. Tim flicked the underside with his tongue, while Aaron played with his slit. When Sam started to thrust, sliding his cock between their mouths, Tim knew they’d achieved their goal.
“I think we need to move this to the bedroom,” Sam gasped.
Aaron pulled back, grinning. “But what about fucking our boy on the corner sofa?”
Sam growled. “Bed. Now. And Tim? Bring the lube.” Then he was off into the bedroom, Aaron following.
Tim stared after them. “As if I’m going to forget that.” He got off the sofa and pulled open the bag where he’d packed the essentials.
In this case, lube was most definitely an essential.
“What are you doing out there‒making it? Get in here.”
Tim knew better than to argue. He followed his masters into the bedroom. The king size bed had been stripped it of its duvet, and towels laid out on top of the base sheet. Sam knelt on the bed, crooking his finger at Tim, his dick jutting out.
“Kneel in front of me.” He smiled. “You’re going to sit on Aaron’s face.”
“Oh, nice.” Aaron was on the bed in a heartbeat, lying on his back, looking up at Sam. “You know, from this angle? Your cock looks huge.”
Sam peered down at him. “That’s because it is huge. At least, that’s what you said the last time it was in your arse.”
Tim scrambled onto the bed, dropped the bottle of lube onto it, and straddled Aaron’s head, Sam’s dick brushing against his cheek. He took Sam once more into his mouth, only to groan when Aaron spread him again.
Sam pulled free. “Come here.” He lifted Tim into an upright position. “Hold onto me.”
Tim locked his arms around Sam’s neck and held on as Aaron tongue-fucked him. Sam took Tim’s mouth in a fervent kiss, and Tim fed him soft moans of pleasure. Then Aaron shifted, and Tim’s dick was enveloped in wet heat. Sam reached around him to grab Tim’s arse cheeks and pull them apart, ready for Aaron’s fingers that penetrated him slowly.
“How many fingers have you got inside him?” Sam demanded.
Aaron pulled free of Tim’s dick to reply. “Two.”
“Make it three. I want in.”
Aaron laughed, and Tim’s breathing hitched as another finger slid into him. “Oh God.”
“Which of us are you calling on?” Sam said with a chuckle.
“Both?” Then Tim gasped. “Master Aaron… is that… four?” He loved the stretch, but it took his breath away.
“If you’re going to take us both, better get used to feeling full.” A pause. “Hey, Sam? You have to know what I’m thinking right now.”
Sam looked Tim in the eyes as he replied. “I do, but that’s for another day. But don’t think I haven’t thought about that already. I can’t wait to see your hand in him, his hole tight around your wrist.”
“Or yours,” Aaron said quickly. “Hey, we could double-fuck him with both our hands.”
Tim needed to breathe. Between Aaron’s fingers and the idea of both of them‒
Sam laughed and kissed him gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart, he’s joking. One hand is plenty, trust me.”
Even the thought of one hand made his head spin and his hole contract. Goose bumps broke out over his arms and chest. How does that feel? It came as a shock to him that he wanted to know.
“Tim? Switch around and suck my cock,” Aaron instructed. Tim swivelled himself until he was facing Aaron’s feet, then bent over to take Aaron’s thick shaft between his lips. He couldn’t miss the sweet sound that told him his masters were exchanging a kiss. Then Aaron took his dick, Sam’s tongue flicked over his hole, and he shuddered.
“I want to lick it too,” Aaron said almost petulantly.
Sam laughed. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Tim did his best to concentrate on giving Aaron the best blow job he could, but the click of the lube bottle distracted him. Then the slick head of Sam’s cock pressed against his hole, and he shivered. He loved the way it felt when either of them made that first languid push into him.
“Lick my shaft as it slides into his hole,” Sam told Aaron. “Tim? That dick won’t suck itself.”
“Yes, Master.” Did he have any idea how difficult it was to give a kickass blow job when both masters were where he couldn’t see them, playing with his hole? Then all such thoughts left him as Sam moaned.
Apparently, Aaron was doing a really good job.
“Fuck, where’s my phone? I left it in the other room.”
Aaron laughed. “You want to make a call now?”
“No, I want to video you licking my dick as it splits our boy’s arse.”
Tim uttered a low growl. “Now I want to see.” He went back to his task, taking as much of Aaron’s length as he could manage into his mouth, shudders rippling through him at the feel of Sam sliding in and out of his body, knowing it wouldn’t be long before Sam would speed up. Sure enough, strong hands gripped his hips, and Sam yanked Tim back, impaling him on that thick cock. Tim did his best to bob up and down on Aaron’s dick, but the sensations were too overwhelming. He put his weight on his hands and bowed his head, allowing Sam to fuck him hard.
“My turn,” Aaron ground out.
His masters swapped places, and after a quick swipe of lubed fingers over his length, Aaron thrust into him with one swift motion, his hands on Tim’s shoulders, anchoring himself as he fucked him with long, deep strokes. Tim’s mouth was full of Sam’s dick, and he shivered again at the thought that it had just been in him to the hilt.
Then he stilled as Aaron slowly pressed a finger into him alongside his cock, stretching him a little wider.
“That’s it, boy. More to come.”
Tim bobbed his head on Sam’s meaty shaft, moaning around it as Aaron added another finger.
“Still not as wide as Gargantua,” Sam commented. “Feeling full yet?”
“Because you’re about to feel a lot fuller,” Aaron added.
Sam pulled free and bent down to kiss Tim. “He’s got two fingers in there. Does it feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t look like enough to me.” And before Tim could say a word, Sam reached over, spread his cheeks wider still, and slowly slid another finger into him.
“Master Sam!” The words were torn from him.
Sam and Aaron met above him to kiss, then Aaron bent low to whisper in Tim’s ear. “Ready for both of us?” he said as he carefully slid out of Tim’s body.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Tim gasped. He hated that feeling when they withdrew from him, the emptiness they left behind.
I’m not going to be empty for long though.
Aaron lay on the bed, his dick standing at attention. “Climb aboard.” Tim sat astride him, reaching back to guide the head of Aaron’s cock to his hole.
“Wait.” Sam rubbed slick fingers through his crease. “Okay. Now ride him.”
Tim rocked back and forth, enjoying the feel of Aaron’s hands on his chest, his belly, his dick.
“Beautiful boy,” Aaron breathed. “Love watching you take my cock.” He pulled Tim down into a hungry kiss, and Tim relished Aaron’s warm hands on his back, stroking and caressing him. Then Sam stepped up, and Tim held his breath once more.
“Breathe,” Aaron told him. “Try to relax.”
Tim gaped at him. “Have you ever taken two dicks?” Aaron blinked, and Tim remembered who he was speaking to. “I’m sorry, Master, but trust me, the thought of both of you inside me does not make it easy to relax.”
“You can always change your mind,” Sam said quietly.
Tim shook his head. He’d wanted this for so long. “Please, Master Sam. Let me feel you.”
Sam kissed his back. “Okay.” Then there was pressure, and a feeling of being full, like nothing he’d ever felt before.
“Oh my God.” Tim took deep breaths, aware of Sam’s hands on his shoulders, stroking him there. Aaron stared up at him, his gaze locked on Tim’s. Tim widened his eyes. “Fuck, you’re both so big.” Then Sam began to move, tiny moves at first, so careful, so unhurried, yet Tim felt every inch.
Aaron remained still inside him, stroking Tim’s dick, pulling gently on it. “I’d say I want to swap places with Sam, but I think we’ll call it a day soon. Your hole is taking quite a hammering.”
Sam’s lips were on his neck. “What he said.” He moved in and out, with nothing of his usual speed, as if Tim were made of fragile china. “Is it like you expected?”
Tim bent down for a kiss, then sat up, his back arched, reaching up with one arm to loop it around Sam’s neck. “Better,” he said with a low groan as Sam flicked his nipples with his thumbs. “So full of you.”
Sam held still, and Aaron tilted his hips to move in and out of him, maintaining an easy rhythm, his hand still curled around Tim’s cock. “You can come,” Sam said softly. “Anytime you like.”
Tim turned his head to meet the kiss he knew awaited him. Aaron’s fingers sped up, and he knew he couldn’t last. With a low cry, he shot hard, Sam’s arms around him, Aaron’s hand on his thigh, and his come on Aaron’s lips and chin.
Aaron licked his lips. “Good shot,” he said with a grin.
Tim rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, tensing a little as Sam eased his cock out of his hole. “You were amazing,” Sam murmured. “You took them both so well.”
“Master… you haven’t come.” Tim was trembling, his heart beating fast.
Sam kissed him. “Three guesses where I’m going to shoot my load.”
Tim took a breath, the last tingles of his orgasm ebbing away. “My mouth?”
He beamed. “Good boy. Right answer.”
“Damn.” Both of them turned to look at Aaron, who was pouting. “I was hoping it would end up in my hole.”
Tim bent down to kiss him, moving to one side so Sam could get in there too, and three mouths met in a sweet kiss.
Sam cupped Aaron’s cheek. “We’ve got all weekend, remember?” Aaron’s grin was all the reward Tim needed for his efforts in organizing their trip. Then Sam pushed Tim onto his back, straddled his chest, and aimed his cock at Tim’s face, his breath quickening as he worked his shaft. “Ready, sweetheart?”
Tim smiled. “As if you need to ask, Master.” Seconds later, warmth coated his face and lips, and he licked where he could, knowing Sam would scoop up the rest and feed it to him. His hole ached, and he knew it would be a while before he would even think of asking to be fucked.
Then he realized he didn’t have to think about that. Master Sam was going to fuck Master Aaron anyway, to give me a rest.
Sam leaned over to kiss him, and then Aaron joined in, their arms enfolding him.
“I think this is going to be a wonderful weekend,” Aaron said with a sigh.
Sam’s gaze met Tim’s, and the soft glow in Sam’s eyes and his appreciative smile spoke volumes.
Tim had done well.