Page 28 of Too Many Beds

Mitch

M y eyes open when something warm and wet glides along my cock. A mouth wraps around the tip, suckling lightly as teeth graze over my skin. I smile down at the dark figure resting between my thighs, sliding my hand through soft, silky strands. Vance is sleeping soundly on the couch, his back turned toward us.

I figured the person surprising me with a late-night blow job was much too small to be him, and he’s more a fan of receiving than giving anyway. Unless it comes to rimming, then he’s always ready to pounce at any given opportunity. I prefer to have nothing go near my ass, but sometimes it’s the only way to help Vance work through his bad mood swings.

Taking me deeper, Ambrose laps around my length, the tightening of his throat almost too much when he buries his face in my pubes. His moans vibrate along my skin, the sensations adding to everything else he’s doing to me. His head bobs up and down. I hold him still, fucking upward. Ambrose hates when I take control like this and usually slaps my hand away, leading us to fight for whose throat gets to be the rawest the next day.

None of that is happening right now, and he’s complying way more than usual, making sexy slurping and gagging sounds. It isn’t until I tug more at his hair that I see the purple tips glowing in the small light from the fireplace.

This isn’t Ambrose.

I fuck deeper, thrusting my hips, not stopping when I should. He feels too fucking good. If he wants it, then who am I to deny him?

He makes more choking sounds, tugging on my shirt. More awake, my eyes adjusting better to the dark, I spot his ass bouncing up and down, the perfect globes like two halves of a juicy peach I want to sink my teeth into. Loosening my grip on his hair, I slide my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his slender neck. He’s not a small guy by any means but he isn’t as big as me or Vance either. More the size of Ambrose, with wider hips and a sluttier mouth.

My cock twitches, my muscles tensing and balls drawing tight. His throat tugs on me harder and I come. I try to pull away, but princess doesn’t let me, licking up every drop that tries to escape his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. To think, Ambrose was trying to save you all for himself.”

Long whines crawl up his throat and he ruts against the chair, slurping up cum from my stomach.

“You want your cock played with too, princess?”

“Please. It hurts,” he cries, rubbing his face over my chest, his hands tugging my shirt up higher.

“Yeah, it does, baby boy. Let me make it feel better.”

“I can help too,” Vance says, jumping from the couch.

“You’re awake.”

“Sure am.” He licks his lips. “Princess isn’t exactly quiet. I have ways to help with that though.”

Glancing at Ambrose’s closed door, I rub a hand down Oakley’s back and slide a finger between his cheeks. The warmth pulls me in deeper, the tip of my finger circling his puckered skin.

“Ooph.” His teeth tug at the skin of my neck.

“Then you better get over here and do it already. With the way he keeps making all these cute little noises, Ambrose will be bursting through that door in no time.”

Smiling wide, Vance walks toward us and tugs down his underwear, keeping them in his hand as he walks closer.

“Such a fucking sight.” He strokes his cock while tugging on Oakley’s hair. Princess parts his lips, eyes half-lidded as Vance brings the crotch of his underwear to his nose. Inhaling deeply, princess slides a hand between his legs, palming his cock and moaning.

“Smell good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He licks at the fabric and my cock springs to life again, interested in a second go at that pretty mouth. Or maybe something else. My gaze drops to his cheeks spreading around my teasing fingers and more sounds come from him.

“Look at you. Such a little cock slut. Just had a taste of Mitch’s and now want mine.”

“Need to come,” he says, pressing his ass harder against my hand.

“Oh, you will. Over and over until I’m done with you. But before you can, I’ll need to keep you from waking Ambrose. He likes his sleep and takes this whole proving-himself thing seriously. We, on the other hand, can’t resist a yummy princess with a slutty hole.”

He whines, tugging at the cotton with his teeth. Vance shoves the underwear into his mouth, muffling his sounds. “I need you to hold those in there for me. Show us how long you can keep them in your mouth. You want to be good for us, don’t you?”

Oakley nods, his sounds not getting past the gag.

“Thought so. It’s like you were made to be our personal little plaything. To make us happy and let us use you however we need.”

My cock jerks at Vance’s words. Fucker knows how easily I can get off on his dirty talk alone, and hearing him say these things to princess only increases my arousal, my tip leaking against his thigh.

“We won’t be fucking that ass yet, though. Not until Ambrose is ready to join us.”

He should go first anyway. He’s been waiting for this opportunity a lot longer than we have. “Ambrose is going to be pissed.”

Vance laughs, laying a blanket on the floor in front of the fire. “I plan on it. The sex is always better when he is. He can take it out on the princess’s ass while I use my cock to stop him from all that yelling he likes to do.”

I laugh, my balls aching for another release. Fuck Vance for making me hornier than I was earlier. Now he’s using princess and Ambrose to edge me more.

As if knowing exactly what he’s doing, he smirks at me, slapping Oakley’s ass. “On the floor, sweetheart.”

Like a lost little lamb, Oakley looks around like he can’t remember where the floor is. Vance lifts him like he’s nothing and sets him on the ground gently. “Right here, little one. On your hands and knees. Spread those legs as wide as you can too.”

Oakley lifts himself up on his hands and knees, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he looks our way. His eyes are more open and glazed over. The lights are on but it’s almost as if no one’s home. He must be drunk off arousal from having his throat fucked raw. Whatever it is, the boy doesn’t seem fully with it, needing more guidance than usual.

“You think we broke him already?” I ask, dropping to the floor like Vance is directing me to. He shoves down on my shoulder when I move too slow.

“Nah. He can handle way more than he has. Look how he’s practically placing himself on a silver platter for us.”

Oakley spreads his legs, humping the air.

“You sure we can’t fuck that needy little ass yet?” I ask while Oakley is using one hand to pull one ass cheek to the side, showing us his pink, twitching bud. My mouth waters and Vance goes quiet, grinding his teeth together as if considering my words.

Then he shakes his head, walking behind Oakley. “Not yet. Not until we can all have it at the same time.”

Sighing, I nod, touching one of Oakley’s nipples, my fingers pinching lightly at the hard nub. “He’s so fucking tempting.”

“Very, and too damn quiet now. I was really looking forward to his screams while I feasted on his tight little ass.”

Oakley rocks forward. Both hands are on the ground as he moans against the cloth. His cockhead weeps and I struggle to keep my tongue in my mouth.

“I bet they’d sound real pretty,” I say, tugging at his other nipple, unable to stop touching him.

“They would, but all good things come to those who wait. I think I’ll be perfectly happy with what I can get now.”

“Yeah.” My face inches closer to Oakley’s jolting cock and Vance yanks me back before I can swipe my tongue at the glistening skin.

“Not like that, big man. Get on your back, your face underneath his crotch. Get naked first.”

Vance and I undress quickly. He waits until I’m where he wants me, then crawls over my legs, shoving them together as he straddles my thighs.

“So pretty.” He pries open Oakley’s cheeks, licking down his crease. “So yummy too.”

“Can I get a taste now?” I lick my lips as Oakley’s head leaks against my cheek.

“Go ahead, we can have a late-night snack together.” Vance shoves his face into Oakley’s ass, causing more light sounds from him. He continues to wet my cheek and I chase his tip with my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. Massaging his balls, I lift my head off the ground, taking him all the way down to the back of my throat. I lick and suck, my cheeks hollowing out with each bob of my head. He really is yummy. I need more.

Oakley fucks my face, and I’m glad my mouth is too full for me to make too many of my own slutty sounds when Vance drags his cock over mine. Skin slaps harder against skin as he grinds our hips together. Shockwaves of pleasure scatter along my spine and my vision blurs the closer I am to reaching nirvana. I didn’t think I could come again so soon, but being used by princess and Vance at the same time has me feeling too much all at once.

More slapping sounds fill the room, along with slurping and dirty, wet squelching. My cock pulses against Vance’s, his swollen head forcing precum from my slit. I can feel the bulge of his veins when he wraps his fingers around us, and I’m so snug between his length and palm. I press harder to him. My legs shake and my throat clenches with the rest of my body. I come so hard I temporarily black out.

My eyes blink open again as I choke a little on Oakley’s dick, his body a writhing mess as he fills my throat with his release. I swallow as much as I can, too drunk off my own release to have much control of where my tongue goes. He has definitely been missing from the equation this whole time and I don’t think either of us will feel complete until we’re all together this way. None of us are very affectionate guys outside of sex, but I could see princess changing that. All I want to do is wrap him in my arms when Vance lifts him off me.

He lays him on the couch, stroking his cock and lifting Oakley’s hips while he buries his face back in his ass. I watch as his tongue darts in and out, Oakley fighting to get free from the overstimulation. His chest lifts as if being pulled toward the heavens by a powerful force.

His skin glistens with sweat, the gag spilling from his mouth as his eyes roll back in his head. Vance continues attacking his hole with his tongue, his cock fucking harder into his fist as Oakley grinds his hips. Fuck, I’m getting hard again. How can I not with this perfect sight unfolding in front of me? Oakley scratches at the couch cushions, his body thrashing as he comes for the second time.

“Such a slutty hole. It likes being touched and played with, huh? I bet it likes being full too.” Vance’s cum spills all over the blanket on the couch and he licks at the mess on Oakley’s stomach. I look at the ceiling, waiting to regain feeling in my limbs before walking to the bathroom with my softening dick swinging between my legs.

By the time I’m done cleaning myself up and splashing water over my flushed face, Vance has already tugged on his clothes. He lifts princess in his arms and carries him back to his room, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I got you, sweetheart. Time to get some sleep now. You better stay in your bed this time. Ambrose is an early riser.” His chuckles grow quieter as he enters the bedroom.

I dress and collapse back in the recliner. Vance quietly closes the door behind him and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. “Princess is out like a damn light. He started snoring almost as loud as your ass as soon as I tucked him in.”

I laugh. “He wore me out just as much.” I take the bottle of water from Vance’s hand as he makes his way back to the couch. Cool liquid hits my throat, the ache lessening with each gulp. I drain the bottle and toss it onto the coffee table, laying back the head of the recliner.

The ceiling spins and I smile, closing my eyes as Vance tells me, “I can’t wait to be between Oakley’s thighs again. Hopefully, next time I’ll be licking all our cum out of him.”

I drift off to the image, hope fluttering in my chest that it’s a lot closer to becoming our reality than it was before.