Page 144 of Tech Bros

I take Evan’s face in one of my hands and make him look at me. His eyes are clear, if a little hooded, but his focus is strong and unwavering. “Are you good?”

“I’m not drunk,” he says. “I really do want this.”

Short of doing a sobriety test, I have to take his word for it, but his words are concise and certain.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask.

“You’re gonna fuck me. With Deacon.”

“And you want that?”

He nods.

“Say it.”

“I want it. I want you both inside me.” He groans, his head tipping back, and I look down to see Deacon’s hand wrapped around Evan’s cock, stroking it with leftover lube and using the press of his thumb to coax a drop of precum from his tip. It lands on the underside of my own erection and I give myself a few pulls to rub it in. Licking my lips, I watch as Deacon’s fist makes Evan’s cock swell and twitch.

The sight causes me to leak. My hips move, seeking. Deacon is on Evan’s right, and I watch their dark-haired heads come together as their mouths do. The kiss is wet and messy. Noisy with Evan’s moans and Deacon’s suction. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed. I grip the base of my cock to calm myself down.

It’s possible I love watching them togethertoomuch. It’s an incredible feeling to see the man I love have the man he’s wanted for so long. Deacon is in control. He’s Evan’s weakness, and I love watching Evan melt helplessly beneath the other man’s kiss. I run my hands up and down Evan’s thighs so I’ll stop touching my dick.

Evan’s hips are moving, swiveling on my lap again, his balls hot against mine and uniquely torturous. Deacon made a good call keeping Evan in the sweater. I wouldn’t mind shoving it up so I could see more skin, but he looks so slutty and hot like this with his navel and abs exposed. The cut of his muscles leading to his plump cock are a feast for my eyes. Reaching for the dildo, I switch it on, lifting it up to hold it against one of Evan’s nipples.

He groans against Deacon’s mouth. One of his hands braces on my abs, and the other wraps around Deacon’s neck, sealing their kiss.

A pathetic whimper rips from Evan’s throat as his hips jolt on my lap. Although I can’t see everything happening, I know that sound. Deacon must be fingering him, and right on top of hisprostate, too. Evan’s hips shift from a swivel to a rock, back and forth on Deacon’s fingers.

Jesus Christ, has there ever been anything this hot? His mouth reaches for Deacon’s, his chest seeks out the vibrator, and his ass demands to be filled. Lowering the vibrator, I graze it along the side of his cock.

Evan jolts again, crying out. “Fuck.”

“Can you come like this, baby?” I ask, my own voice low and raspy with desire.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Please…”

Deacon’s hand wraps around both our cocks, choking the bases. I gasp and barely manage to hang onto the dildo. “No one comes. Not yet.”

Deacon’s grip is firm and grounding, but his voice is demanding. “Show me how you ride your boss.”

Evan’s eyes meet mine, and I slap his hip. “You heard him.”

Both his hands climb my chest, and his hips lift. Deacon still has hold of my cock, and I feel the tip of it notch against Evan’s slippery, open hole. My back arches as he seats himself on me in one go. His heat envelops me. As familiar as it is, I’ll never get over how right he feels. “I fucking love the way you take me,” I say all on one rushed breath before I grab his face and start kissing him.

He oomphs, and then his tongue is tangling with mine. I put a hand on his ass and start to move, thrusting into him as he fucks back on me, our rhythm practiced and perfect.

“I could watch you two fuck all night.” Deacon sounds surprised, like he can barely believe what he’s saying.

I reach for him, making sure he’s still close. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock. It’s slick and stiff as I grip it and pull. Deacon isn’t a small man, and neither am I. As many times as I’ve seen double penetration in porn, I’ve never done it. It’s always seemed like one of those things we should leaveto professionals. But fuck, I want to feel this big cock smashed against mine in this tight, hot hole.

But I’m not Evan.

The wanton groan he feeds my throat when two of Deacon’s fingers join my dick in his ass, however, tells me he’s game if we can manage it. My short experience taking cock—Deacon’s specifically—has given me some frame of reference as to what he can expect. A burn. An impossible stretch. Liquid heat searing his insides and bringing him to a mental brink where he’ll get to choose whether to resist or give way.

I can feel from his increasing speed and the vigor of his clenches that he wants to give way. I release Deacon’s dick and hear the lube open and close again.

I free Evan’s mouth from the lock I’ve got on it so he can tell us to stop. But all I hear when he pulls away is, “Yes, yes.”

Deacon adds a third finger, forcing a sharp cry from Evan. His body ripples as he works to adjust, and then he grunts as he shoves himself back again. “Do it.”