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Three Franks walk into a bar.
There’s no punchline. Conveniently, there’s no bar line either.
Blonde Frank, fresh off his shift at the nearby club, pays for two cold beers and brings them over to the table Leathermouth Frank is sitting at.
“Good show?” Blonde Frank asks Leathermouth. From the sweat still dripping down his brow, it appears so.
He nods. “Made a republican’s worst nightmare come true tonight. Good show?”
Blonde tsks. “Can’t complain. Think I still got a little confetti in my ass crack though.”
“Hazards of the job.” Leathermouth says flatly, staring off into the crowd of people, judging that night’s patrons.
Truth be told, Leathermouth is a little antsy. The beer isn’t entering his bloodstream nearly fast enough and he wants. He doesn’t know quite yet what he wants, but he wants something. Usually the stage and the lights and the heavy drums and the heavy air is enough to fill his cravings, but tonight it’s not. He thinks Blonde can sense that on him. He knows him too well.
“Three o’clock.” Blonde says plainly and Leathermouth turns to find something in the form of a short twink with shaggy hair and a black polo shirt. He’s glancing around the space, looking at nothing in particular, just propping himself up against a wall.
In his right hand, though, he’s got what’s left of a vanilla soft serve cone. He’s taking long, languid licks from it, twirling his tongue around the top and scooping bits of ice cream from the base. He’s an image of beauty. He’s absolutely mesmerizing.
Leathermouth hears a bang on the table and turns to find Blonde with his elbow on the table, hand outstretched towards him. “What are we betting?”
He sticks to the classic bet. “Winner gets to fuck him.”
Blonde smirks as Leathermouth locks their palms together. They stare into each other’s eyes, bright hazel into dark hazel, and they wrestle. The way they fall into step is routine, yet it’s like art. For a second, it looks like Leathermouth is going to win this one. He’s got Blonde’s fist inches from the table when his eye twitches and Blonde jumps on his moment of weakness, forcing his hand up and over until Leathermouth feels his knuckles hit the wood.
His muscles are tired after the show and besides, it’s not a big loss anyway. He’s always happy to just observe.
“Another?” Leathermouth offers.
Blonde nods and looks over at the twink with the ice cream again. “How about this one, loser gets fucked by him?”
Leathermouth follows Blonde’s gaze over to the twink again. There’s something about him. He sees his slight smile, his hip cocked just so, and the tattoos on his fingers. He feels himself getting hard in his pants just looking at him, letting the images fill his head. When Blonde offers him his hand once more for a thumb war, he doesn’t even try to hide how obviously he’s trying to lose.
“C’mon man!” Blonde protests, holding down Leathermouth’s thumb. “Best of three?”
“What? I lost, it’s fine!” He retorts, pulling his hand back.
“You didn’t even try.”
“I did. A little.”
“No, I know when you try and that wasn’t trying.”
“How would-”
But their little quarrel is cut short by a third, lighter voice. “I hate to interrupt, but are you gentlemen going to take me home and make my night, or what?”
They two older men turn to each other then back to the twink, who has suddenly appeared at their table. A shiny, wet glob of ice cream drops from the cone onto his fingers. Halloween, they say. The guy notices and brings the fingers up to his mouth, where he sticks them inside, loudly sucking the creamy white liquid off himself. Blonde’s eyes widen. Leathermouth gulps audibly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
*
Frankie - Pro Rev Frank, technically, but he said, “call me Frankie,” so sweetly, and the taste of that name on their tongues was sweet as cherries - lays back, stretched out before the two men, in nothing but the skin god gave him. He taps his feet along to the beat of the air conditioner whirring in the background. It makes the room just a touch too chilly, making him shiver and his nipples to stick up, hard and perky. Frankie runs his fingers down his torso, feeling goosebumps pop up in their wake.
“Well… is anyone planning to have their wicked way with me?” Frankie announces to the room.
“Depends.” Blonde asks. “How many times do you think you can come?”
The blonde one is such a dilf. Frankie hopes that he’ll put him in his lap and spank him, maybe even spit on him. And the other guy, Leathermouth, the one with the crossed out o on his shirt, he looks shy but angry. He could probably leave Frankie’s hole gaping and begging for more. His cock sits hard against his belly in anticipation for what’s to come.
“I’m not that young.” Frankie replies. “Probably twice?”
Blonde looks at him hungrily from head to toe, taking his answer into consideration. He whispers something in Leathermouth’s ear. They share a chuckle before disrobing until they’re wearing only their boxers.
“What’s so funny?” Frankie asks.
Blonde jumps onto the bed. He looks Frankie dead in the eye before kissing him slowly. Frankie slips his hand into the man’s wild blond hair and pulls him closer, forcing his mouth open and making it messy with his tongue. Saliva drips down their chins and Blonde lets his hand trail down Frankie’s abs and tattoos to his groin. He gropes over the smooth skin there, giving the man’s cock a few tugs before passing over his balls and down to finger at his hole and his taint.
“Clean shaven. Almost like you were hoping for this. Expecting it, even.” Blonde says with kissed-pink lips after he pulls away.
Frankie just smirks. “Maybe I was. Maybe I was looking for something just like this.”
“Well, then you deserve a reward for being so well prepared.” Blonde gives a quick head tilt in Leathermouth’s direction and the third man joins them on the bed.
Frankie is consumed by Blonde’s lips when Leathermouth yanks his chin in his direction. His kisses are less controlled, sloppier, filled with wild emotion compared to Blonde. Frankie is a beggar, not a chooser, so he is content to have an abundance of both.
Leathermouth is the first to detach from their kiss. He slinks down and kisses up from his feet to his calves to his thighs. He sucks a bruise into Frankie’s hipbone and Frankie moans into Blonde’s mouth. Blonde takes that as his cue to move down to Frankie’s neck. He nips and sucks as well. His lips are a little drier, but he uses more tongue and laves over his pulse, which really kicks Frankie into high gear.
The two older men move closer to one another, Leathermouth placing soft kisses on his belly and Blonde teasing Frankie’s nipples with the tip of his tongue. The two meet in the middle, at Frank’s ribs. They open their mouths for one another and make out over Frankie’s body. He can feel the scratch of Leathermouth’s scruff on his ribs beneath them, almost like a tickle.
Frankie enjoys watching the two men kiss, enjoys watching their dynamic at play. But, more than that, he wants his cock played with. And his hole, too, if possible. They seem to feel that and break their kiss, a string of saliva connecting them until it breaks, cold droplets falling and chilling Frankie’s heating skin.
Leathermouth’s head pops up between Frankie’s legs and pushes them back. Knowing what that means, Frankie eagerly grabs behind his knees and pulls them apart, giving Leathermouth full access to his recently bleached hole. It’s a pretty hole, Frankie knows this and is all too happy to present it.
Leathermouth is not the kind of guy who eases into things. Instead, he dives right in and starts french kissing Frankie’s asshole. He offers no introduction, going from 0 to 100, spreading him further with his thumbs to dip his tongue inside immediately.
Frankie whimpers, grip tight on his legs to keep himself as open as possible for that wonderful tongue. Blonde also has plans for him, laying over Frankie’s torso to lick at the head of his dick. He lifts the cock into his mouth, allowing just the head in. He doesn’t force himself down further, instead sucking and teasing what’s in his mouth with his tongue. He wraps it around the head and forces into the slit and rubs at the underneath, tongue perfectly wet and smooth.
With the sensations in both his ass and on his dick, as well as the image of both man taking such care in his pleasure, he doesn’t know what to focus on, where to leave his attention. So, instead, he doesn’t think. He lets himself simply feel their hands grip him and listens to the lascivious noises they’re making and melts into the sensation of ecstasy.
His balls are tight, he notes when he feels a hand, he’s not sure whose, on them. It’s been only a few minutes but he already feels the itching, the need deep in him. He’s making deep moans and giving sharp, shallow breaths as his orgasm nears. He doesn’t remember the last time his body felt so good all over. He never wants it to end but also wants to come his brains out.
A finger enters him alongside the tongue and from that moment he’s gone. He feels it thrust in and out, dragging Leathermouth’s tongue inside along with it. A second finger enters him and the stretch is all Frankie needs to shoot his load directly into Blonde’s mouth. Blonde, having decades of experience under his belt, takes it like a champ, swallowing all that Frankie has to give. They don’t tease him into overstimulation, needing him to have some gas left in the tank for what’s to come.
Frankie’s riding the blissful calm of his orgasm, feeling tingles in his toes, even. Leathermouth, on the other hand, is hard in his sweat-stained white boxers. He got so worked up from eating Frankie’s ass to no end. He’s got his palm hovering over his clothed cock, not sure if he should indulge and touch himself yet. Blonde sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“We had a bet.” Blonde says, voice steady. He speaks almost like his dick isn’t making an obvious tent in his underwear. “Whoever won gets to be the one to fuck you.”
Frankie giggles and rolls around on the bed, showing himself off like a prize. “And who won?”
“That would be me.” Blonde answers. “But don’t worry, there’s still more in store for you yet.”
Frankie bites his lip, letting it drag between his teeth. “I sure hope so.”
Blonde leaves Frankie to come down from his orgasm and leads Leathermouth over to his toy drawer. Most of the objects inside are Leathermouth’s, dildos, rings, cock cage; even the ones meant for Blonde to use on him like the flogger or the ropes are really for him as well. But, those aren’t for tonight. Leathermouth waits patiently to be presented with something. He hopes it’s the vibrating butt plug. His ass is aching for that one.
Instead, he’s given a thick translucent dildo. It’s got a pink hue and sparkles. Blonde had gotten it for him as a joke, and he laughed at it, but then he felt the exquisite way it stretched him open. Blonde never made him admit it, but they both know it’s one of his favorite toys he owns.
He eagerly takes it and the lube from Blonde’s hands, ready to feel the silicone veins sink into him. Blonde kisses the hand holding the lube. “Soon, okay?” He says with caring eyes. Leathermouth hopes that means what he thinks it means.
Leathermouth nods and goes and kneels on the longue chair he has in his bedroom. He pulls down his boxers and begins preparing himself with the lube.
Blonde returns to Frankie, who already has his cock in hand in preparation for round two. He’s still splayed all out on the bed like a cat and his eyes pop open when he sees Blonde draw near. Blonde steps out of his own boxers and kneels up on the bed. He strokes his cock as well, knowing how impressive it must look to the young twink.
The light shines on it in just the right way and Frankie gasps. His hand stills on his dick.
“Is that?” He asks.
Blonde spreads lube over his rock hard cock, paying close attention to play with the small, sophisticated Prince Albert piercing at the head.
“Yeah, got it done back when I turned thirty, but I think it still looks good.”
Blonde climbs over Frankie, wrapping the younger man’s legs behind his back.
“I would agree.” Frankie says. “Bet it feels good, too.”
Blonde kisses Frankie once more and whispers into his mouth, “I’m sure you’ll get to find out soon enough.” Frankie shivers.
They kiss slowly, with Blonde calming Frankie down every time he tries to push further, get messier. Soon, he just accepts it, gets lost between Blonde’s lips. He’s so subdued by the older man, he’s almost surprised when a cold sensation appears at his hole. Two lubricated fingers dance at the skin around it, before plunging in. Frankie moans into Blonde’s mouth, pushing down on his skillful fingers. The fingers tease, more stretching and opening than searching for anything in particular. A third finger joins soon enough and Frankie remembers the thickness of Blonde’s cock, the metal ring at the head. He grinds down on the fingers, trying to fuck himself on them, needing more all the while.
Blonde is taking his time, searching every inch of Frankie’s ass with his fingers, but Frankie is hot and ready again, and this time, he wants cock.
“Please.” He begs, moving his hips with Blonde’s fingers still inside of him.
Blonde takes pity on him and removes the digits, wiping them on the sheets. He gets himself slick and ready to slide in. He slips in so easily, Frankie’s ass inviting him further and further in, heels digging into his back. Blonde fucks him hard and slow, going seemingly deeper with each thrust. Frankie lays back for a minute, letting himself be fucked and feeling the amazing sensation of the piercing nudging inside of him. It’s so good, yet still not enough.
It’s then, Frankie hears a moan from the other side of the room. It’s Leathermouth. He’s now fully naked, face first into the back of a chair with a dildo in his hand that he’s burying inside himself over and over. His asscheeks and back are flushed. He’s even got a faded tattoo on his ass. Our Sweet Baby, it says in an obnoxious font. A product of a drunken night back in his college years, he assumes. Still, Frankie wants to grab it and feel it under his palm. He wants to make the man feel good. And coming from the sounds that he’s making, he’s already feeling quite satisfied. Frankie wants in on it.
“Bring him back.” Frankie gestures vaguely to Leathermouth.
Blonde’s thrusts shallow, but don’t cease. “He’s getting ready for something right now.”
Frankie pouts. “Well, he can get ready over here. Want his cock in my mouth.” He licks his lips just thinking about it. “Can I blow him?”
So what? He’s a slut. He loves getting filled and fucked. Being shared between two hot guys sounds pretty fuckign ideal. He watches Blonde think about the propositionfor a second before pulling out. Frankie knew he would get his way. The image of him getting spit roasted between the two is too delicious to resist.
“Leathermouth!” He shouts. The man turns around, toy shiny in his hand. “Why don’t you sit on your pretty pink dildo on the bed while Frankie here gags around your cock?”
His face flushes a deeper red, but he smiles shyly and makes his way over. It’s very different from his stage persona but once the lights dim and the music quiets, he aches to submit.
Leathermouth places the dildo on the bed first, aligning it with himself and settling down onto it with a sigh. He bounces up and down a few times, whining as he does so. Soon, he locks eyes with Frankie, who is watching him with his mouth hanging open.
Frankie doesn’t get on his knees, just bends over and nuzzles Leathermouth’s pubes. They’re messy and sweaty and Frankie loves inhaling their strong scent.
“Mmm,” He moans, taking Leathermouth’s cock in his hand. It’s not as long or as thick as he was expecting, but Frankie wants it in his mouth nonetheless. He licks a long stripe up the dick with the flat of his tongue. Frankie looks up at Leathermouth who is staring intensely down at him.
“It’s cute.” Frankie says, then sticks out his tongue and shoves it all in his mouth in one go.
Leathermouth’s cock doesn’t hit the back of his throat, but that's fine. Frankie hollows his cheeks and sucks at what he has, bobbing his head up and down and listening to the delectable noises coming from the man. He wiggles his ass a litte, inviting Blonde to rejoin the party.
Licking dick is fun and all, but Frankie wants to feel debauched, used. He takes one of Leathermouth’s hands, which is shaking at his thigh and places it at the back of his head. He turns his head to the side, cock still in his mouth, and winks up at Leathermouth. He’s rewarded with the hand on his head clenching into a fist in his hair and holding him down.
Blonde takes the opportunity to grab Frankie’s hips and yes , he’s definitely going to have bruises. The stretch is so sweet when Blonde’s cock slides back in. Frankie is in heaven, all his holes being filled and used by the two strangers. Blonde doesn’t waste any more time, not fucking him slow like before. No, he’s pounding into Frankie fast and forcefully, shoving him forward onto Leathermouth’s cock as he does so.
Leathermouth isn’t being gentle, either. He’s grinding Frankie’s face down into his pubes to the point where Frankie can almost feel his balls on his chin. He’s not letting up, not giving Frankie any chances to breathe. And Frankie can feel the snot and spit running down his face, but he wouldn’t want anything less.
The piercing on the tip of Blonde’s cock makes everything more delicious. He can feel his second orgasm of the night coming on quickly as Blonde’s hips get closer and closer to the perfect angle Frankie needs. He’s gonna come untouched, something he hasn’t done since he was a teenager. But he feels his own dick hanging hard and heavy, probably leaking onto Leathermouth’s carpet below.
Another hand grabs at his hair and it isn’t Leathermouth’s. It’s Blonde’s, stealing Frankie and pulling his head back and off the dick he was greedily sucking. He pulls him back forcefully, shoving him back onto his own thick cock as if he were just a toy. With his mouth free, Frankie’s loud moans and breathy whimpers echo throughout the room.
The hand in his hair does not let up and his back is bowed back toward Blonde. His cock is nudging at a special spot inside of him and Frankie can barely catch his breath as he comes all over the floor, Blonde’s dick continues to pound inside of him. He doesn’t stop, just keeps going, using Frankie until he, too, climaxes.
Frankie feels ooey gooey at the cum filling him and falls back down onto Leathermouth’s thigh, boneless. He mouths at the hard cock, not really sucking it, instead giving little licks to what’s immediately in front of him for lack of a better thing to do with his mouth.
Blonde pulls out and Frankie can feel a bead of cum drip out of him and run down his thigh. Leathermouth is rocking his hips against the dildo still buried inside his ass, not having come yet. Frankie just needs a second to breathe, then he’ll shove him back on the bed and suck his cock and fuck him with his own dildo until he has the best orgasm of his life.
He has all intentions to do that. Apparently, they have other plans.
“So, there was a second bet.” Blonde says, breathless. He comes around to sit next to Leathermouth on the bed. Frankie peels himself up off his thigh and takes a seat on the other side, leaning on Leathermouth’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Frankie asks, intrigued.
“He lost the thumb war, so he’s gotta get fucked by you.”
Frankie laughs. “You say that like it’s a punishment.”
Blonde rubs over Leathermouth’s thick thighs, his belly, up to his tits. “I think he’d agree with that.”
Frankie takes one of the man’s tits in his hands as well, squeezing it with Blonde. “Then what’s the big deal? Give me a little break and I can get hard again.”
Blonde chuckles and lets his hand fall to the man’s aching dick. “Well, it’s Leathermouth’s dream to take two cocks at once.”
At the thought of double penetration, Frankie pops his head up like he’s won a million dollars. Not thinking twice, he responds, “I can make that happen.”
Leathermouth turns to Blonde, desperation evident in his face. “Need. Need.” He begs.
Blonde takes Leathermouth’s lips in a sweet kiss. “Shh. Give Frankie here a moment to recover. I’ll take care of you.”
Leathermouth nods and captures Blonde’s lips one more. He’s always been a little ashamed of his desires, especially of sharing them with others. But, Blonde’s never judged him for any of it. Part of his routine with his band is that he’s loud and brash and uncaring, which he is, but he also likes to be held down and blindfolded and left at the mercy of someone else. He likes to be brought down to silence and obedience. Blonde always does it so well. And though he’s known Frankie for only a few hours, he knows he’s the perfect man to help make his deepest desire come true.
Blonde gives him a look and he knows on instinct what it means. He lifts up off the dildo keeping him stretched and lays down on the bed sideways. A warm presence finds its way behind him. It caringly rubs all his limbs and his torso, soothing him. He can practically smell the man’s spicy cologne, the sticky oil and sweat from his shift at the club. He kisses at his neck and shoulder, then dips a hand between his thighs to lift one up.
The man strokes at his exposed, open hole with his fingertips. He pokes two inside, not fucking him with them, just checking in on his prep. The fingers leave him and he feels the tip of the dildo at his entrance. Blonde pushes it inside him and it feels even better than when he was doing it himself. Blonde knows just the force he needs, the angle that makes him keen.
Blonde keeps going for a bit, not hard enough to tip him over to orgasm, but just enough to keep Leathermouth’s dick interested. He fucks him with the dildo so lovingly and uses the other hand to play with his chest. He feels safe and bubbly and mellow and ready for what's to come.
The bed dips again and he’s face to face with Frankie. His smile is warm and he kisses him. It’s a little less gentle and more ravenous than Blonde, but it’s satisfying to Leathermouth all the same. Frankie’s fingers reach down to his ass, first feeling around his hole, feeling how wide the dildo is stretching him. Then, with the dildo’s next thrust in, Frankie slips a finger in alongside it.
Leathermouth whines at the extra stretch, loving the feeling. After he gets used to the one, Frankie adds a second, then a third. It’s so much, it’s everything. He can hear himself babbling nonsense, but he’s not sure what he’s saying or if it’s even coherent. His body is so relaxed, wanton. He’s so ready.
Frankie and Blonde share a look, then both pull out, earning them a pathetic whimper from Leathermouth at the loss. Frankie lays on his back, propping his head up on the pillows.
“Come on, honey. Why don’t you come sit on my cock?”
Leathermouth is all too quick to oblige. He doesn’t hesitate before mounting Frankie and sliding down on his hard dick. His hole is still wide from the dildo and Frankie’s fingers, so he’s met with no resistance. He feels calm as Frankie slightly thrusts up into him, unable to resist the twitch of his hips.
It only feels minorly good, but Leathermouth feels Blonde behind him once more. He’s still as Blonde massages his back, making sure he’s fully relaxed. He’s almost shivering with anticipation of the moment.
Then Blonde takes his two cheeks in hand and spreads them apart. Leathermouth gasps as he can feel the wet hardness of his thick cock just above Frankie’s, ready to enter him as well.
“Big breath.” He whispers in Leathermouth’s ear.
He does as he’s instructed, breathing hot air into his lungs. He feels the tip breach him, expanding him considerably. It burns as the muscles stretch to accommodate Blonde.
“Let it out.”
The air rushes out of him all at once and he’s being filled further, further than it feels he should even be able to go. He aches, but he doesn’t feel a tear. He feels whole.
Once Blonde finally bottoms out inside of him after a few painful minutes, he collapses against Frankie. He’s made it. He feels full in a way that he never thought he’d achieve. It’s blissful, better than he could’ve imagined. He feels powerful.
He’s panting into Frankie’s shoulder when he realizes he’s crying. His face is so wet, he must have been crying the entire time. He turns to find Frankie’s face filled with concern.
Leathermouth picks himself up and Frankie takes his face in his hands, cradling it. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t have the energy to speak, doesn’t have the will to do anything other than lie and let the men fuck him. So, he just nods.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”
Leathermouth cuts him off, wanting there to be no doubt in his mind of how happy he is at this moment. “Feels good. I feel really fucking good.”
Frankie giggles again and it brings a bright smile onto Leathermouth’s face. Maybe it’s the endorphins, the pain spilling into pleasure, but he’s giddy. Frankie leans up and kisses the tears from his cheeks.
“We feel really fucking good, too. So tight for us.”
Leathermouth looks away shyly. He hears Blonde agree from behind him, “He’s right. You’re being so good for us. Such a good boy.”
It’s all he wants. To be good for them. To be the tight hole for their dicks. They bring him down to earth so beautifully. They’ve made his dream come to fruition. He’s gonna make this so good for them, too.
Blonde gives an experimental thrust, barely a jerk of his hips, but it feels so good to them all. Leathermouth can feel every inch of their wonderful cocks in his ass. Frankie can feel the drag of him against his own dick, along with the tight, wet heat of the hole that surrounds him. It’s heavenly.
The little rocks of Blonde’s hips are pushing everyone further and further towards their high. Leathermouth’s cock puffs back to full hardness. Frankie is giving small lurches of his hips upwards, not really trying to match Blonde’s pace, but still chasing his own climax.
Leathermouth’s moans rise higher and higher in pitch and Frankie can feel him shaking above him. Blonde uses the hand that’s not clutching Leathermouth’s hip to cup Leathermouth’s tits and play with his nipples. Frankie reaches down to tug at his throbbing dick.
It’s all too much for Leathermouth and like a switch has been flipped, he practically explodes in Frankie’s hand. It’s one of those all consuming orgasms, one that takes him out for a second.
When he comes to, Blonde’s voice is in his ear, “Yes, come for us darling. You did so well.”
Frankie is red and desperate below him, still thrusting his hips up as much as he can. Leathermouth latches onto the spot on his neck from earlier, bites with his teeth and feels the smaller man come for a third time inside of him. He approaches sensitivity rapidly and they all stop for a second, waiting for the convulsions of his orgasm to calm.
He’s obviously uncomfortable with his softening dick still in Leathermouth. Blonde, not wanting their new friend distressed, pulls out. Both Leathermouth and Frankie let out a groan at the sensation, but they all feel a bit better once he’s out. Frankie’s flaccid cock falls out, too, and Blonde sits on his knees to investigate the scene.
He’s so proud of Leathermouth for taking their cocks so well. And as he spreads the man’s cheeks, he finds the prettiest, most wrecked, debauched hole he’s ever seen. It’s wide and puffy and Frankie’s cum spills out of it easily.
“Frankie, come see this.” He says and the young twink joins him to examine the mess they made of Leathermouth’s ass.
He didn’t know what it would look like coming into this, having only seen this shit in porn, but he has to admit that it is a sight to see. It’s so wide, Frankie knows it’s gotta hurt, but Leathermouth’s face portrays no residual pain, only satisfaction. He’s almost amazed he was a part of that, helped make that hole look so pretty with his own cock. The colors and the bits of hair and bits of cum are all framed by that tattoo from earlier. Our Sweet Baby, indeed. That seems like the most accurate way to describe Leathermouth after the night they had.
Blonde’s erection reminds him that it’s still needing attention and the older man pulls at it to relieve some tension.
“No.” Frankie says, grabbing his wrist and stopping it. “It’s your turn now. Let us take care of you.”
Leathermouth, while tired, looks just as eager to please as ever. And who is Blonde to say no to these two exquisite men asking to pleasure him?
“Well,” Blonde says, laying himself out like a feast on the mattress, “if you insist.”
Leathermouth and Frankie lay themselves over him. They start at Blonde’s chest, which has been unfortunately neglected thus far. They each take a breast and worship it with their mouths and hands. Blonde sighs and runs his hands across their heads, pushing them down onto his tits and grinding their faces into him.
It feels good, but Blonde’s a little older and would prefer to come sooner rather than later. He doesn’t have the stamina he had a few years ago and is ready to lay with his lovers and soak in the night. So, gripping the two by the hair, he forces them down toward his cock. They follow the motion eagerly, though a hand or two stays groping at his tits.
Frankie takes the tip, fluttering his tongue on the ring piercing, pulling it just a little with his teeth. That earns him a deep moan from Blonde. Leathermouth takes the base, giving it wet kissing and trailing down to mouth at his balls every so often.
Blonde pulls Frankie off, shoving himself into Leathermouth’s throat. The man is so good with cock, sloppy and unrefined in a way that Blonde adores. He pulls him off and gives Frankie a turn as well. Everything about Frankie is new and fresh, including his technique. He’s not afraid to hollow his cheeks and does not hold back on tongue. He gives the two turns on his cock until he can’t take it anymore.
He holds Frankie down, as far as he can go and feels the man gag and choke around him. “Can you taste that? Can you taste your own come on my cock?”
Frankie moans in reply and Blonde relishes the slight vibration on his dick. He feels Leathermouth at his taint, pressing against his swollen prostate with his thumb. He fucks Frankie’s whore throat until he feels he’s about to come, then pulls him off and brings both of their faces together above his cock.
“Use your hands. Open your mouths. Wanna come all over you.”
And two strong hands bring him over that final hill. Two tongues dart out to catch his hot cum as it spurts in their faces. It’s so hot. So perfect. The ultimate way to cap off the night. He’s almost sure he comes for days with their fingers tugging at his skin.
Leathermouth and Frankie wipe their faces clean on the sheets and join Blonde at each of his sides. Blonde welcomes them, wrapping them in his arms and reaching down to cup their perky asses. He feels at home with them both next to him, and he’s sure they feel similar.
“How was it?” Blonde asks no one in particular.
Leathermouth hums beside him. “My ass is on fire. But worth it. Fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, that was so good. Don’t know how I’ll live without it now.” Frankie jokes, settling his face on Blonde’s chest and staring off into the distance.
“Who says you have to live without it?” Leathermouth asks, hand darting out to push away some stray hair that had fallen on Frankie’s face.
“Well, I just assumed. I mean the both of you, and me and, I don’t know. Seemed like a one time deal.” He buries his face shyly in Blonde’s neck, all too aware of how open he’s leaving his emotions on the table. It’s weird, they just had some of the raunchiest sex he’s ever considered, and he’s like a teenager asking for his crush’s number.
“Perhaps.” Blonde starts, “That had been the original plan, take you home, give you a night you’ll never forget, let you on your way. But I don’t know. I kinda like you.”
“You double stuffed my asshole. I think that’s a bonding moment if I’ve ever heard of one.” Leathermouth agrees.
“If you two wanna keep me around,” Frankie looks down and traces circles on Blonde’s collarbone, “I won’t say no.”
“Of course we want to keep you. Just think of all the fun we could have together.” Blonde says and they all share a laugh, overjoyed with their new union.
Blonde takes the blanket that Leathermouth reaches for, then drapes it over the three of them. They get snuggly and warm as sleep approaches them quickly, energy drained after the encounter they had. Blonde holds his boys close, making sure they both feel safe and cared for. Their peaceful noises reveal their contentment and Blonde gives each of them a kiss on top of their head.
Leathermouth is snoring before too long and Blonde reasons he’ll need a nice, long bath once he wakes up. Frankie is blinking sleepily up at him, a curious look on his face.
“You’ve got mascara and glitter on your face.” Frankie states.
Blonde thinks of the lights and colors from his show earlier, and the shitty makeup wipes they keep backstage. It all feels so long ago. Like a different day, a different time entirely. Still, Frankie’s right. He suspects he is also in need of a bath. Perhaps the three of them could even take one together, the tub over at his place is large enough. But, not now. Now, they all need to rest.
“Go to sleep, Frankie.” He kisses his forehead once more, “I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”
Frankie isn’t awake enough to push further, so he accepts that and snuggles back into Blonde’s arms. His breathing deepens as he slips away and Blonde, too, falls asleep, lulled by the soft breaths of the two men beside him, having reached a new level of bliss.