Page 54 of The Grumpy Vet
If you'd have asked me previously how I'd react to a situation like this, I probably would've called it one big nightmare. After so many years alone, I'd gotten used to my own company, and for the most part, I was fine living that way. Even when I occasionally daydreamed about some hypothetical relationship, I never pictured one so intense, so involved, so always there in each other's faces.
I would've thought it'd feel suffocating. I like my space, and I like my quiet, but with these two, I like their company and banter even more. This doesn't feel restrictive or too intense or anything bad. This feels like a honeymoon. One I hope never ends.
Ryde and Dario are walking a few paces ahead of me, holding hands—without me even having to request it. It's like they know I'll never get tired of seeing them touching each other—headed for what's become our favourite private water hole.
The air shimmers with heat as we crest the small hill, my shirt damp with sweat, the picnic basket I prepared heavy in myhand, but we're almost there. I'm grateful to the guys at the clinic for stepping up and offering to work today. Wilby even flew in a day early so that the three of us could enjoy a Thursday morning together like this.
Maybe they're taking on more shifts because they're great guys and are being supportive, or maybe it's because they're acutely aware of the thing the three of us are deliberately avoiding facing—Dario leaving in a few short weeks.
I know we should talk about it, but I've avoided bringing the topic up because it seems so unfair to talk about things ending when we've only just gotten to the beginning. Ignoring it won't change a damn thing, but at least we get to enjoy the precious time we have together and create some good, fun memories. There'll be plenty of time for heartbreak and depression later, I'm sure.
"Almost there," I call out as a patch of blue nestled between dry gums and sunbaked rocks comes into view.
"That's what you'll be saying as we edge you later today," Ryde says, smiling playfully over his shoulder as Dario lets go of his hand and pulls him in by the waist.
My cock responds immediately, tenting my shorts. I love seeing Ryde growing more confident. I love Dario feeling better about his body. And I love watching them both together, especially when they work my cock between their skilled hands and lips. It's like we were meant for each other, three pieces that fit so perfectly together.
My throat is dry from the heat when we reach the watering hole, so I grab my water flask and offer it to Dario. He curls his fingers around it and smiles sexily. "After you, baby."
It's a small gesture—letting me take a sip first—but it still hits me right in the chest. It's the thought behind it, him placing me before himself, that I'm responding to.
I take a few gulps then offer it back to Dario. He takes a few swigs then quickly hands it over to Ryde. Ryde tilts his head back and quenches his thirst, and because I'm as horny as a hellhound these days, I can't help but get turned on by the way he's swallowing.
Ryde holds the flask out to Dario who's got a wicked glint in his eye. Instead of taking it from him, he curls his fingers around Ryde's hand, brings their heads together so they're touching, then guides Ryde to lift the flask above them. A stream of water pours over their faces, and yep, I'm hard as fucking granite.
"That's wasting water," I admonish them with a grunt and a grin. "Besides, my cock is getting jealous."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?"
The flask gets discarded onto the dirt, and my two guys are on me, working in tandem, with Ryde taking care of unbuckling my belt and Dario working on the zipper. My shorts get dragged halfway down my legs, swiftly followed by my boxer briefs.
My cock swings free, almost taking Dario's eye out. He manages to dodge out of the way in time then grabs the back of Ryde's head, and they slowly bob up and down together on each side of my shaft. I keep my gaze focused on them as a deep growl emanates from my chest. Fuck. There is no hotter sight on the planet than seeing the two guys I'm falling in love with feasting on my cocktogether.
I still haven't figured it out, why seeing the two of them together drives me wild like this. Whether they're working out, or making dinner in the kitchen, or handing each other a jigsaw piece at the dining table, my mind short-circuits, and all I feel is love.
I'm also really happy with howtheirrelationship is unfolding as they navigate from being friends to more than friends. That's occurring at the same time as Ryde and I do the same,andwhile Dario and I develop our own relationship.
When I think about it like that, it's crazy how relatively easy this whole thing has been. It has all the makings of a world-class clusterfuck with the potential for mixed signals and miscommunication to mess things up, but we've somehow managed to steer clear of all that for the most part.
My balls pulse, and I feel myself getting close. The guys have covered my cock with a slather of saliva, but I don't want to come yet. I grab a fistful of hair in each hand and yank them off me. Dario has saliva running down his chin, and Ryde's blue eyes are a wild ocean on a stormy night. He especially likes it rough. It's always the quiet ones, right?
I hold them in position, feeling a surge of domination and pride roll through me. Then, without warning, I drag Ryde onto my cock, forcing myself into the back of his throat. He chokes. I pull him all the way off.
"You like that?"
His eyes are blazing. "Fuck, yeah. Do it again."
So I do it again. And again. And again. And again. Piercing my cock into him, using his mouth as a fuckhole.
During this, Dario has taken Ryde's cock out of his pants and is blowing him. But all I can see is the top of his head. I want a better view.
In fact, I want something else, too.
"You two, naked. Now," I command.
Ryde wheezes as I push him off my dick, catching his breath, while Dario pops his head up with a self-satisfied smirk. "Your wish is our command."
And because he knows me so well, and probably because he can see Ryde is in no headspace to be able to undress himself, he says to him, "Let me get you out of these clothes, baby." He then kisses him, a gentle kiss, barely a hint of tongue but enough for him to say "I can taste your cock on him" at the end.
