Page 67 of The Holy Grail

Evan hummed his approval, which Malcom felt vibrate over his tortured cock. A moment later, as he felt Jules’ arms wrap around him, she whispered in his ear, “I’ve got you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Evan felt Malcom’s thighs tense up and his hips push forward, at the same time his balls tightened and lifted.

Recognizing the signs, Evan squeezed Malcom’s shaft tightly and pressed his lips around the flared head a few seconds before there was a strong pulse, and the first stream of salty fluid flooded Evan’s mouth.

He barely had enough time to swallow before the second stream hit, both punctuated with low, drawn-out groans from Malcom.

Each subsequent tremor decreased in strength, coming farther and farther apart, and Evan gently stroked and licked Malcom through them all, until it was over.

Jules kissed Malcom again, this time with more tenderness, absorbing his post-climactic bliss.

It was quite odd, not being the reason behind his pleasure, nor coming down from an orgasm with him, and she worried for a moment about feeling jealousy, but it never came.

Instead, she felt a combination of euphoria and contentment, even as she murmured, “You know, I think he might be a little better at that than me … I definitely learned a thing or two.”

Feeling pretty proud of himself (Evan took immense pride in his work), he climbed up and straddled Malcom, taking his face in both hands, and after looking at him for a long, heat-filled moment, kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself in Evan’s mouth.

“How do you feel?” Evan asked.

“I’m not sure,” Malcom answered honestly, the flush slowly fading from his skin. “Part of me is wondering how I’ve gone without that my entire life … and part of me is thinking that was borderline torture.”

Evan chuckled. “That’s exactly what I was aiming for.

” Then, leaning to the left, Evan put one hand on the back of Jules’ neck and pulled her forward for a kiss, one that was deep, with a teasing play of his tongue against hers.

And while he knew she was familiar with Malcom’s taste, she wasn’t familiar with his taste on Evan’s tongue, and Evan felt obliged to change that.

When it was over, the three of them sat with their foreheads pressed together in silence, until Malcom broke it.

“Evan?” he asked.

“What?”

“How hard is your cock right now?”

Rather than answering verbally, Evan took Malcom’s hand and placed it firmly between Evan’s legs.

When Malcom started to gently squeeze, Evan quickly halted any further movement.

“Take it easy. It’s at critical mass,” he said, his tone completely at odds with the hands-down, worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.

Malcom cleared his throat. “I know I’ve never gone down on a man before, but I was thinking I’d like to … go down on you. ”

“You’d like to go down on me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? Because right now you look like someone fucked around with your coffee machine without permission.”

Malcom couldn’t help but chuckle at that—because it was probably accurate—but then turned serious again. “It’s just … what if I’m terrible at it? I don’t want to be terrible at it.”

“No one does, but we don’t start off as experts,” Evan said, understanding that even though Malcom had gone through seven grueling years of college to become a lawyer (even a bad one), the prospect of giving head was still daunting to a fellatio virgin.

“We all start off terrible. However, if it makes you feel better, you literally wouldn’t be terrible for very long, because I’m beyond primed.

It really won’t take much to get me off, which would normally embarrass me, but right now I couldn’t give less of a shit about. ”

When Malcom remained slightly hesitant, Jules stepped in and suggested, “Why don’t we take care of Evan together?”

“Together?” Evan asked, surprised. “Like at the same time?”

“More or less.” She turned to Malcom. “What do you say?”

Since he’d been on the receiving end at one time, he knew exactly what Jules was suggesting, and he nodded, as the picture took shape in his mind. “Let’s do it.”

Having never experienced this himself, Evan found himself even harder at the thought of two people going down on him, and was more than willing to give it a try.

After standing up and shucking off his clothes in record time, he then took a seat on the now vacated couch and waited impatiently while Jules and Malcom got situated on the floor, which honestly seemed to take an inordinate amount of time, a fact Evan’s cock didn’t appreciate very much.

Jules took a moment to evaluate the logistics (and also to enjoy the odd feeling of being completely dressed while the men were naked), and quickly decided there needed to be a change. “I think this would be better if you were standing,” she finally told Evan.

He blinked at her. “Standing?”

“Yep. On your feet.” She waved her fingers in an upward motion, as if to get him moving faster.

He did as requested, and a moment later all thoughts of how this might not be the best way to implement their plan went right out of his head, when Malcom gripped Evan’s cock and began licking the tip.

They were fairly tentative licks, but the visual of Malcom’s tongue caressing the flushed head was pure porn, and when he enveloped the head in his mouth for the first time, Evan had to lock his knees to stay upright.

Having both Jules and Malcom at Evan’s feet was a lot to handle, and it only escalated when she started murmuring some helpful tips to Malcom, like using his hand for shallow strokes at the base while his mouth took care of the upper half of Evan’s cock.

With Malcom now focusing on honing this new skill, Jules ventured south, to work Evan’s balls over.

She was a little less aggressive than he normally liked, treating them like they were ‘made of glass’ as Malcom had so eloquently put it, but the second she sucked one of them into her mouth, Evan immediately forgave her, since she’d just tapped into one of his hidden kinks.

“Oh, hell, yes,” he murmured.

Malcom and Jules also worked in tandem, licking the length of Evan’s shaft together, and the sensation of two velvety tongues on him at once was sublime.

Frequently, their tongues crossed paths, and the view of their pink tongues caressing one another’s was one of the prettiest things Evan had ever seen.

A few times they stopped what they were doing to share a quick kiss and whisper to one another, and even though it didn’t seem like the appropriate time for conversation, Evan could appreciate the intimacy of the moment.

True to his word, Evan didn’t last long, and as he felt himself pass the point of no return, he warned, “Get ready. I’m going to come.”

Jules, who was closest to the tip, quickly covered it with her mouth and sealed her lips around it, just in time for the first release of semen. She stayed in place for the second ejaculation, then swallowed quickly before angling Evan’s cock toward Malcom, letting him take his turn.

He took Jules’ place, and after latching onto the flared head, squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact.

It wasn’t as much as he’d thought, but given Jules had been there first, he figured he was getting the tail end of Evan’s ejaculation.

And even though it wasn’t that much, after letting go of Evan’s cock Malcom still found himself with a decent mouthful, and to his horror, felt like his gag reflex was going to kick in.

To combat the chances of throwing up, he closed his eyes and concentrated on happy thoughts: a walk on the beach, a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothschild wine, and the opening of his restaurant.

When the threat had abated, he swallowed hard, and when he opened his eyes, realized Evan and Jules were both watching with slightly amused expressions—Jules from her spot on the floor and Evan from where he’d sank down onto the couch, spent.

“Was it different than you thought it would be?” Evan asked .

“A little,” Malcom answered, then compulsively swallowed a few more times because he couldn’t help it.

“Everyone says it’s an acquired taste,” Jules told him, assuming Malcom was trying to get rid of any lingering taste of semen in his mouth.

“It’s the consistency more than the taste,” he countered. “It’s like watery mucus.”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve come in contact with it,” she pointed out.

“No, but it’s different when you have a mouthful of it.”

Feeling like it would be petty to point out she’d gotten the biggest part of the batch, she chose to give him a little advice, instead. “The trick is to swallow immediately, and not keep it in your mouth for too long.”

“I’ll try and remember that for next time.”

Jules patted him on the shoulder, then, with an amused grin, told him, “Now go give Evan a big kiss.”