Page 51 of Party of Three

Once the first shockwaves of entry finished shuddering through him, Buckley reached forward and gently tugged the curly white beard off Jeff’s face. His boyfriend didn’t fight him. Role-play was fun, but if they were both going to take him at once, he needed them to stop being Santas and go back to being the men who’d changed his life.

The cap could stay, though. There was something sexy about the playful counterpoint it made to the blazing intensity in Jeff’s expression.

“Are you ready, baby?” Mateo whispered in his ear, still working the plug into him with one hand. “Are you ready to be ours?”

He’d read Buckley’s body and the depth of his silence and dropped the Santa routine.

Buckley nodded.

Their movements became slow, languid, careful. Gently, Mateo extracted the butt plug. Embracing him front and back, both men straightened Buckley until he was sitting on his haunches. In the moments before a dual claiming, Buckley needed to be kissed, held, made to feel safe. The first time they’d managed to slide inside of him at once had been an experience marked by equal parts terror and joy, a second loss of virginity, something deep and special he’d given only to the men he now shared a life with.

They gently unfolded Buckley’s legs as Mateo lay down on the floor under him.

Because he now had the greatest freedom of movement, Jeff took control, finding the lube bottle, slathering it across his cock and then Mateo’s and then Buckley’s.

Jeff’s fingers entered him first, and he gazed into his eyes as he explored. Reading him for any resistance or fear. Whenever he saw it, he usually chased it away with comforting words. But right now, he saw none because Buckley felt none.

To be taken like this made Buckley feel utterly seen.

Jeff guided Mateo’s cock inside of Buckley slowly, swallowing one of Buckley’s startled moans with a hungry kiss. Then it was time for Jeff to add his own. Slowly, persistently, face pressed to Buckley’s, their noses touching.

They’d arrived at the moment of truth. The moment when Buckley’s body would either surrender or rebel. They’d managed it four times out of six. Buckley felt his thighs tingle now, a good sign. Jeff could feel it too.

Then Jeff’s bare, slick shaft joined Mateo’s, and Buckley closed his eyes and saw welcome stars.

Both men had deliciously different reactions whenever Buckley yielded to them at once.

Mateo went into a kind of awestruck trance, breathing deeply against Buckley’s neck, kissing the nape gently, holding him as tightly as he could.

Jeff’s jaw would tense and his eyes would blaze wildly, as if the feel of Mateo’s shaft rubbing along his inside Buckley’s hole was sending electric currents coursing through him. The first time Jeff’s reactions had frightened Buckley because he’d thought these were signs the man might start plowing away at him with too much force. But his fears had been for naught.

It was time to rock and grind. Slow and steady, but wonderfully rhythmic, determined. And the miracle of it, as they’d all agreed after the first time, was that all three men felt like they were getting fucked. Connected and consumed by thatsame force that had claimed them the first time Jeff had filled Buckley at Sapphire Cove.

When Buckley’s eyes opened now, they flitted over the picture of Jeff and Mateo hanging on their living room wall, the one that had given birth to a secret fantasy turned blissful reality. He erupted. Hands free at first until Jeff saw the first slick of his seed, seized his lube-slick cock and stroked. Buckley released a primal wail. Jeff let out the low series ofoh’s.He was close.

After their first weekend together, Jeff had confessed how turned on he’d been watching Mateo finish in Buckley’s mouth, and so, almost every time they’d had sex since becoming exclusive, Buckley had given his new boyfriend what they hadn’t felt safe to do at Sapphire Cove. Or, more accurately, he let Jeff give it to him.

Withdrawing from Buckley, Jeff sank back onto his haunches. Carefully, without pulling himself free, Mateo scooted back, letting Buckley lean forward onto his knees. Doggy style, and now alone inside him, Mateo quickened his thrusts as Buckley opened his mouth inches away from Jeff’s stroking hand. Whatever expression was on Buckley’s face, it brought a glazed-eyed look of wonderment to Jeff’s. Buckley parted his lips, tried to keep his eyes wide and fixed on Jeff’s. But Mateo’s expert, unleashed fucking was making him dizzy with bliss and it was hard to keep his eyes open.

Then Jeff erupted with a bellow.

Buckley felt anointed, blessed. Fed.

At the sight of his other boyfriend painting Buckley’s face, Mateo exploded, filling Buckley with deep, punching jabs.

For what felt like an eternity, each man struggled to catch his breath.

“How are we going to top that for New Year’s?” Buckley asked.

Laughing, they fell into a tangle on the floor, their costumes either mostly discarded or barely clinging to their sweaty bodies. Mateo had ended up in the middle. Buckley hooked one leg over his and rested his head on his chest, reaching down to gently stroke his deflating cock. He looked up, saw Jeff and Mateo kissing with such passion and force he felt his own cock jerk.

A shower and one hearty breakfast later, it was time for a more civilized gift exchange.

Buckley and Mateo saved their special gift for Jeff until the end. When he opened the box and removed a small shiny new key, he looked confused by its small size. He already had a key to their apartment, even though he hadn’t moved in. “What’s this to?” Jeff finally asked.

“A new storage locker,” Buckley answered. “About ten minutes from here.”

“I’ve got plenty of room in my storage room.”

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