Page 50 of Party of Three

Then it was back to the Cano home for gift giving, where every now and then Gracie Cano would pause whatever she was doing and reach out and grasp her son’s hand, closing her eyes briefly, perhaps to avoid shedding tears, as if her son had been returned to her after a long imprisonment.

Buckley had never seen Mateo interact with his family for such an extended period, and it warmed his heart to see his boyfriend give every new arrival a tour of the decorations he’d assembled throughout the house, the ones that weren’t playing music or sound effects that drowned out his explanations. This was a sweet, innocent and joyful side of Mateo that made Buckley fall in love with him all over again. Then came the gifts. Once it became clear that almost all the relatives in attendance had brought something for both Buckley and Jeff, Buckley glanced over at Jeff to see if he was tearing up too, and the man gruffly muttered, “Stay focused on the unwrapping here. We’ve got a lot to get through.” A stern command that made clear their master sergeant was on the verge of a good cry as well.

It was probably the first and last time the two of them would ever cry over a pair of socks made to look like reindeer heads, but that was beside the point.

Christmas morning was theirs to celebrate at home.

The display under the tree at their townhouse was no less impressive than the one Mateo had assembled for his parents.

Only this one would play host to a very special celebration for just the three of them.

18

Dressed in his best version of a slutty elf costume, Buckley padded barefoot into the living room. His bright red shorts matched his cap. They also barely covered his thighs. He was freshly showered and shirtless under his fuzzy green vest. He’d drawn the line at goofy shoes.

When he entered the winter wonderland in their living room there was not one, but two, muscular Santas waiting for him on the sofa, affecting their best disciplinary scowls under their silly white beards.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Jeff growled, with nothing that sounded like Christmas cheer.

“Looks like someone forgot to leave out the milk and cookies.” Mateo stood.

Don’t laugh, Buckley told himself.

“I didn’t realize you worked in pairs, Santa.”

Maybe his comment betrayed the fact he thought the whole thing was kind of silly, but a little snarky defiance from their bottom usually amped Jeff and Mateo up a notch, no matter the fantasy.

Both his boyfriends were advancing on him now. “Only when we have to deal with the naughtiest elves.”

Mateo slapped his ass. Buckley tried to focus on the man’s beautiful brown chest, visible through the top few undone buttons of his costume, and not the incredibly stupid beard.Buckley Has Two Santashad been Jeff’s fantasy of choice, not his. But he’d learned it was important to stay open andinclusive when it came to three-way role-play. When he’d first pitched it to them, neither man had been especially wild about his kidnapping fantasy, but they’d done everything they could to make it work safely. Jeff had even drilled extra—and in Buckley’s view, unnecessary—holes in the trunk of the car to be sure Buckley could breathe during the ride to the dingy motel they’d picked out for Buckley’s mock violation.

“The ones who make Santa hungry,” Jeff growled.

Jeff slapped his ass.

I can definitely make this work, Buckley thought as the two gruff, growling Santas pushed his vest off his body.

Then they pushed him to his knees.

The sight of them fishing their impressive cocks out of their red-and-white pants ignited a naughty thrill in him that burned off his last misgivings about the scene. Their beards and Santa caps, which had seemed so silly a second before, worked the same exhilarating power on him as the stocking caps he’d made them wear during his mock abduction a few weeks before. As if he’d been turned into a vessel for pure pleasure by two men driven to the far edge of their shame by their uncontrollable desire for him.

His two Santas started out rough and aggressive, spearing his mouth in turn to show him who was boss, but soon, his skillful cock sucking overpowered them and both men stood rigid and helpless whenever he devoted his full attention to them. Over the past few months, he’d studied the different maps of pleasure along their shafts like they were maps charting the road home after a long exile in the desert. The top of Mateo’s head was his most sensitive part and when Buckley swirled his tongue back and forth over it, the moans the man made sounded like pleas.

Jeff’s most sensitive spot was where his shaft met his balls and when Buckley flickered his tongue across that special space,he’d always grit his teeth and grip the back of Buckley’s head in a way that melted Buckley’s spine. “Dirty little elf,” the older man growled now. “Dirty, slutty little elf.”

Buckley pulled back as much as he could against the power of Jeff’s grip, enough so that he could stare up at the man with his best puppy-dog eyes. “Are my Santas still hungry?”

Jeff’s grin was big enough to see through his fake beard. “Yeah, but who gives a damn about cookies when there’s cake.”

In an instant, they’d jerked him to his feet, and suddenly he was being led into the middle of the living room. Then he was down on all fours as a seated Jeff fed his cock back into his mouth. From behind, Mateo pulled Buckley’s shorts down, exposing his ass to the air before lavishing it in the wet warmth of his flickering tongue. He’d doffed the beard, another reminder this scene was building to something special—something that still felt new, that still required all their patience and practice. And Mateo’s excitement was obvious from the wide, hungry, lapping strokes he was giving Buckley’s hole and crack. This was new, this wild oral ravishment he was giving Buckley’s entire ass, fueled no doubt by his knowledge that he was about to share it with Jeff.

Once he could bring himself to pull his mouth from Jeff’s cock, Buckley managed a breathless query. “Did you bring me any toys, Santas?”

“Sure we did, little elf,” Mateo said into his cheeks, “but did you earn them, though?”

“Oh yeah,” Jeff said, then punctuated it with a light slap of his hard cock across Buckley’s spit-soaked right cheek. “He’s earned them. He’s earned them good and dirty.”

Buckley closed his eyes, listening intently as Mateo tore open one of the wrapped presents under the tree behind him. The contents wouldn’t be a surprise, but an essential tool to prepare him for what was to come. As always, Mateo wielded it expertly.After dousing it with lube from the same pre-placed gift box, he worked the wide butt plug up into Buckley with slow, steady skill, waiting for him to open around it, tenderly rubbing his other hand across his lower back to encourage his resistance to fade.

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