Page 40 of Roll With The Punches
Jeff grinned. “Oh, you gave me permission to fuck you, Master, and that’s what I’m going to do.” He was currently long-stroking him, taking his time, interspersed with hard, pounding strokes that rocked him against the couch.
Between them, Brandon felt Stuart’s hard cock pressed against his stomach. “Hang tight, baby,” Brandon told him. “You’ll get your turn in a minute.”
Stuart happily snuggled his head against Brandon’s shoulder. “Thank you, Master.”
Meanwhile, Brandon felt Stuart flexing his ass, squeezing his spent cock inside him.
Sneaky boy.
Stuart also started playing with Brandon’s nipples, teasing them with his fingers, adding to the pleasure. By the time Jeff finally built up his orgasm and let loose in the toy inside him, Brandon was hard again, thanks in no small part, he was sure, to the cock ring.
Stuart moved out of the way and quickly used one of the wipes to clean Brandon up before putting a fresh condom on him. “Make sure Jeff’s ass is nice and lubed,” Brandon ordered.
Brandon didn’t know how they did it so fast, but soon it was Jeff impaled on Brandon’s cock and Stuart happily plowing away at Brandon’s ass.
Jeff smiled down at him. “Hello, Master.”
“You have fun?”
“Absolutely. I love it when you let us fuck you.”
“Well, you’ve got the tougher job this time. You get to ride me until I bust a nut again.”
“I can do that.” Jeff’s sneaky grin widened and he started a slow bump and grind against Brandon, picking up Stuart’s rhythm and amplifying the pleasure.
“That’s my good boy.” He grabbed him by the hair and pulled him in for a hard kiss. “We get done, the two of you are going to get down there together and get your tongues inside that toy.”
Jeff’s eyes drooped, subspace fully achieved. “Thank you, Master.”
Stuart had found his stride, long, hard thrusts that pressed against Brandon’s sweet spot with every stroke and drove him closer toward building up a second load.
“Tomorrow morning before breakfast, we’re going to have morning spankings,” Brandon said, “and then I’m going to watch you stuff Stuart’s ass with a butt plug. If you two want to nut, you’re going to have to work together to blow me and earn it.”
Actually, as good as this was feeling right now, he was giving serious thought to working himself up to letting them DP him at least once.
It took a couple more minutes, but Stuart managed to hold on long enough for Brandon to get over a second time before blowing his own load inside the toy. After a moment, Jeff slid off him and the two of them playfully jostled for position between Brandon’s legs, making him laugh.
They were like a couple of puppies.
Finally, Brandon called them back up, kissing them. “Collars off. Pool time.”
While the men scampered through the kitchen and out the back door, Brandon detoured via their bathroom to clean himself up first and get rid of the toy and cock ring. A few minutes later, the three of them were floating on their backs together in the pool and staring up at the stars, holding hands with each other, Brandon in the middle.
“So…how was that?” Brandon asked.
“Excellent, Master,” Jeff said.
“Ditto,” Stuart said.
“I’m sorry I can’t do…more. Marry both of you.”
Stuart and Jeff both stood. “Honestly?” Stuart said. “This is more than I ever hoped for in my life. Please don’t apologize. You love us, and you’ve turned us into a family when you could have told me to go fuck myself that first night we met.”
“It wasn’t your fault you got catfished.”
“Seriously, Brandon,” Jeff said, invoking their one evergreen rule of using his name when someone wanted a deep discussion. “We’rehappy. I knowI’mhappy. Youaremy husband, and Stuart’s my husband. Look at Iris’ friend, what she went through. A damned piece of paper from the government doesn’t guarantee a happily ever after for someone.”
Brandon stood so they could form their group hug. “Don’t ever let me screwusup. Please. Promise me.”
“I promise,” they echoed, then laughter.
It bounced off the lanai, filling the space, bringing a smile to Brandon’s face.
“I love you two so fucking much, you have no idea.”
