Page 103 of The Holy Grail

Malcom’s back door

After stopping only long enough to find Isabel and say goodbye, Jules, Evan, and Malcom left and drove back to their place.

As they were all getting out of their funeral attire in the master bedroom, Malcom asked, “Where’s my tie?”

Evan started laughing, with Jules joining in.

Malcom’s eyebrows drew together. “What’s so funny?”

“You threw it into Martin’s yard,” Evan replied.

“Oh, shit … I did.” Malcom began to laugh as well, but as it faded away, he turned pensive. “That whole thing with my brother was … ” he trailed off, searching for the right word, only to give up and instead ask, “Could you hear us?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No worries. I’ve heard worse, to be honest.”

“Parts of our conversation are a little hazy, but I think I recall talking about my ass being on the table, and hopefully having sex with you soon.”

Evan nodded.

Malcom paused in the process of taking off his pants. “I think I’d like to do it now.”

Jules turned to look at him in surprise.

“Now?” Evan asked.

“Yes. I’m ready for you to … fuck me. ”

Evan paused, because he really, really wanted to, but … “I don’t know. You’ve had a lot to drink today.”

“I really only had three and a half drinks. I’m just a bit of a lightweight when it comes to hard liquor, especially on an empty stomach, but it usually wears off pretty fast,” Malcom insisted.

“So, how about we take a nice, long shower, and I’ll drink some water, or Pedialyte, or whatever you want me to drink, then you can prep me with however many plugs you want, and by the time you think my ass is ready for your dick, I should be stone cold sober. ”

To Evan’s eyes, Malcom already looked a little less inebriated, so Evan nodded, feeling anticipation course through him. “All right.”

“I’ll get the shower going,” Jules said, rubbing her hands together.

“How does this feel?” Evan asked, as he gently eased a finger into Malcom’s ass.

“Like I have a finger in my—” Malcom abruptly broke off with a deep sigh of pleasure. “Oh, my God.”

Jules, who was sitting up near the headboard and gently running her fingers through his hair as he laid on his stomach next to her, glanced at Evan in mild surprise at Malcom’s response, which seemed a bit much.

“That’s your prostate,” Evan said, as he began massaging it with his finger. Sweet spot , he mouthed to Jules, almost making her wish she had one, if only for butt sex purposes.

“Oh, my God,” Malcom repeated, this time louder.

“I had a feeling you were going to like this.”

“Jesus. Is this what it’s going to feel like when your cock is in there?”

“Not exactly. My cock is a lot bigger than my finger, so you’ll feel more pressure. And my cock can’t do this,” he added, as he apparently did something that made Malcom’s eyes roll back .

Evan massaged for a few more moments, then withdrew his finger, causing Malcom to make a sound of disappointment. As he was pulling off the latex glove, Evan said, “That was just a little bit of a warm up, before I put the first plug in.”

“I didn’t get a warm up like that,” Jules pointed out.

“You don’t have a prostate.”

After preparing the plug with lube, Evan then gently went through the insertion procedure he’d used with Jules, and when the plug had been fully introduced to Malcom’s ass, Evan asked, “How does that feel?”

“Like I have a plug in my ass,” Malcom answered dryly, all traces of inebriation gone.

“Like I have a plug in my ass … what?”

At Evan’s stern tone, Jules’ eyes widened a little.

So, did Malcom’s, who immediately amended his answer. “Like I have a plug in my ass, uh … Sir?”

“I don’t want to be called ‘Sir’. It’s a little overdone, in my opinion.”

“What about ‘my king’?” Malcom asked, figuring it would make sense, given Jules’ choice of ‘my queen’.

“Too pretentious,” Evan said, deadpan, hiding a grin when he saw Jules shoot a glare at him. “So … you may address me as ‘Mr. Malone’, instead.”

“Yes, Mr. Malone.”

“Now then, I’m going to use the same game plan on you that I did with Jules in getting used to bigger plugs—mainly getting you nice and loose by playing with you. The big difference will be that I don’t want you to come until I’m parked in your ass, so you’re going to get edged a bit, okay?”

Remembering the torture of the first blow job he’d received, Malcom simply blinked and said, “Yes, Mr. Malone.”

“You’re going to love it, trust me. You’ll probably hate it, too, but let’s focus on the ‘love’ part, shall we?”

“Yes, Mr. Malone.”

“Good. So, let’s get started with you rolling onto your back—with your hands underneath you—and spreading those magnificent thighs as wide as you can for me.”

Once Malcom was positioned to Evan’s liking, he took a second to enjoy the view before issuing further instructions.

“For this first time, I’m going to be generous and allow you to make as much noise as you want.

I’m also not going to make you keep your eyes open the entire time, but I’m going to encourage you to do so and watch yourself in the mirror, because it’s going to be a nice show. ”

“Yes, Mr. Malone.”

Satisfied, Evan situated himself between Malcom’s legs, and taking his stiff cock in one hand, licked from the plug to the top of his ball sac, pleased when the only reaction was the tightening of Malcom’s facial features as he felt and watched what Evan was doing.

For the next thirty minutes, Evan alternated between playing with Malcom’s cock and massaging his lower body, and with Jules focusing on his upper body, they brought him to the brink several times.

During these moments of heightened pleasure, Evan would exchange the plug for a larger one.

By the time they’d progressed to one of the largest ones, Malcom was flushed and struggling to keep his hands underneath him (partly because of how good everything felt, but mainly because watching it was next-level erotic), and it was then Evan decided Malcom was ready.

Evan had Jules lie on her back, with Malcom on hands and knees above her. Once Malcom was in place, Evan asked, “Do you remember what I said to Jules before I pounded her ass the first time?”

At that, Jules’ mouth fell open, only to get covered a second later when she stifled a laugh at his irreverent phrasing.

Malcom, whose expression turned to one of unexpected amusement, was slow to answer. “Yes, I remember, Mr. Malone.”

“What did I say? Because I’ve forgotten.”

Knowing he was probably being fucked with (but when it came to Evan, one could never be sure), Malcom still managed to reply seriously, “That it would be uncomfortable, and might even hurt—or burn a little—because your cock is bigger than the plugs, but she needed to ignore the instinct to resist, and push back, while relaxing as much as possible, because you didn’t want to hurt her.

But if you were hurting her, she was to let you know immediately, since it wouldn’t make you happy to find out later you’d hurt her, but hadn’t been told. ”

Evan, who’d used the time to roll on a condom and cover himself with a generous amount of lube, nodded. “Good. So I want you to take all of that and apply it to yourself, okay? I’ll obviously be reiterating most of that along the way, but you need to be telling it to yourself, too.”

“Yes, Mr. Malone. ”

“Now, I’m going to slowly remove this plug and once it’s out, I’m going to push in, so be ready to do your part.”

From her vantage point beneath Malcom, Jules could tell by his controlled breathing that he was concentrating on relaxing as the plug was removed and also mentally preparing himself for it to be replaced with Evan’s cock.

Reaching up, she took Malcom’s face in her hands, and pulled him down the few inches necessary to be able to say against his lips, “I’ve got you,” before kissing him, much like he’d done with her.

She knew the exact moment Evan began entering Malcom’s body, because of the loud groan Malcom released, and she broke off, wanting to be able to watch him experience it.

As his blue eyes widened, and his mouth fell partly open, she could feel his quickening breath against her face, and even though he appeared to be experiencing a little discomfort, it didn’t seem to be more than he could handle.

In what seemed like way less time than it took Evan to burrow into her ass, he was saying with a pleasure-soaked voice, “I’m all the way in.”

“Thank God,” Malcom mumbled.

“Thank God, what?”

“Thank God, Mr. Malone.”

“I’m going to start moving, now.” Evan lovingly rubbed Malcom’s lower back, then the globes of his ass. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Malone.”

With everything that was going on, Jules knew Malcom was focused on what he was feeling, so she gently turned his head toward the mirror. “Watch,” she whispered. “Watch as he fucks you.”

Evan began to move slowly at first as he pulled back, then pushed forward, hands firmly on Malcom’s hips to give him time to get used to it, but also to let him watch as another man’s cock moved in and out of him for the first time.

Almost transfixed, Malcom watched Evan’s graceful movements, appreciating the flexing of his abdominals, as well as the bunching of his thigh muscles as he powered into Malcom’s ass.

With each thrust tempered by the grip of strong hands on his hips, Malcom began to feel himself take on a role he’d never experienced before—that of the passive lover.

Having always been the one to do the fucking, being the one getting fucked was both extraordinary and somehow sublime at the same time.

It was like nothing he could have imagined, and as a wave of intense, emotional vulnerability washed over him, his entire body started to tremble in response .

It was almost overwhelming.

Without conscious thought, he began moving back against Evan’s thrusts, watching in the mirror as their bodies met and retreated, over and over.

It was almost too much, yet not enough, and as Malcom’s cock began to ache for release, he felt Jules’ hand slide between their bodies and wrap her fingers around his steel-hard length.

However, instead of stroking up and down, she simply held on and squeezed, basically letting him thrust into her hand with every forward move he made; it wasn’t nearly as good as being in her pussy, but it provided the much-needed friction to start the climb to an orgasm.

“Oh, Jesus, that’s perfect,” he muttered with a groan. “I’m really close to coming.”

Evan’s thrusts increased in tempo. “So am I.”

A few moments later, as Evan climaxed, it triggered Malcom’s own orgasm with such force his body went from trembling to locked up almost immediately as he came all over Jules’ abdomen and chest in thick streams. When he was finally done, he felt a kiss pressed between his shoulder blades, followed by the release of pressure in his ass as Evan slowly withdrew.

Once that connection was broken, Malcom all but collapsed on top of Jules, as his legs gave way beneath him. Peripherally, he heard Evan gathering the bowl with the plugs and felt the bed dip nearby as he bent down to give a kiss to both Malcom and Jules.

“I’m going to get a bath started,” Evan said.

“Okay,” Jules replied, while Malcom simply nodded.

Once Evan was gone, Jules told Malcom, “You look a little wrecked,” as she brushed his hair away from his flushed, sweaty face. “How do you feel?”

“A little wrecked … but in a good way,” he murmured. “Jesus, that was really intense.”

She nodded in agreement. “It was.”

“Part of it was because you were watching, which added an emotional layer I wasn’t expecting, and part of it was the experience of having sex in a way I’ve never had before.”

“It was really beautiful,” she said, and to her surprise, she felt her eyes prickle with the threat of tears.

He shifted so he could see her entire face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. The two of you together are extremely hot.”

He gave her a long, deep kiss, packed with tenderness and need. “I love you.”

“And I love you. ”

With the feeling returning to his legs, he decided to get up and join Evan in the bathroom. As Malcom got off the bed, Jules grabbed a corner of the ‘sex’ blanket and began wiping herself off, blowing him a kiss as she did.

Evan had already gotten the bath water running and was adding Epsom salts when Malcom came in.

Silently, he went to the double vanity, and as he stood there, gazing at himself in the mirror, he could see Evan watching.

Malcom was a little surprised he didn’t look any different, because he felt like a completely different person, and wondered if he looked different to anyone else.

Finished with the salts, Evan came to stand behind Malcom, hugging him from behind. “Are you okay? You look like you’re trying to figure something out.”

“I am, actually,” Malcom murmured. “I feel profoundly different, and yet, I don’t look any different, do I?”

“Yes, you do. You look more … confident. More comfortable in your own skin.” Evan met Malcom’s eyes in the mirror. “Even if you can’t see it, I can.”

As they stood there, entwined and naked, Malcom wanted to believe it, more than anything. “That was …” he trailed off, every word coming to mind sounding trite. Great? Wonderful? Amazing? All garbage words to describe a life-changing experience. “Thank you,” he finally said, instead.

Evan didn’t know whether to be amused or bemused. “You’re welcome,” he returned, only to add, “But what exactly, are you thanking me for?”

“For giving me my first ‘bottom’ experience,” Malcom said simply. “I’m glad it was you.”

“Me, too. And I can’t wait to give you your first ‘top’ experience, too.”

“You really want that?” Malcom asked. “I know you don’t bottom very often—”

“No, I don’t, but I absolutely want you to fuck me. A fully interactive triad, remember?”

Then, turning slightly, Evan pressed his lips firmly to Malcom’s, kissing him as an intimate lover, which is how Jules found them a few moments later.

“Which one of you is going to get me off?” she wanted to know, leaning against the doorjamb

“Who says it’s only going to be one of us?” Evan countered with a knowing smirk.

“Hmm … good answer.”