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Sam broke the kiss, parted his legs, and watched as Logan began to undress. He trembled with too much energy, his nerve endings on fire. Sam’s knee pressed against Garrett’s inner thigh encouraging him to spread his legs more.

Noticeably, Logan acted nervous. He slowly crossed his arms in front of his large, tanned body and pulled his polo from the hem. He worked it over his chest, neck and head. His hair caught on one of the buttons and he took his time working the locks from the small plastic—maybe it was acrylic—button.

The man looked like a god and simply too divine for this earth.

His sea-colored eyes appeared hazed by a lust created by years of waiting, and his body proved his excitement lingered. Packaged tight in the denim pants he shed, Logan released a weapon supported by a heavy cannon when he dropped his boxers.

Garrett’s mouth dropped in awe. He might ask him to photograph such a tool. Logan’s cock only painted part of the pretty picture. His balls, if a man’s sac measured with beauty, defined perfection.

Logan smiled. “You like it, huh?” He took a deep breath, tapped the end of it with his fingertips, collected the pre-cum and planted his taste on Sam’s tongue.

“Delicious.”

Logan winked at his lover and then addressed Garrett again, “You promised Darcy you’d never sleep with another woman. You never said anything about a man. Damn it, Garrett, she always knew. She understood she wasn’t the woman for you because
you
weren’t meant for any
woman
. Sam is right, it’s time to let go of her memory and—”

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Sam interrupted. “Shut up. You’re giving him an out. I’ve cared about him far too long to offer one. It’s now or never. I’m not going to wait. I’m not living through another day, another hour, another minute without knowing where we stand with him.”

Garret swallowed stiffly. “I need time.”

“Time? You’re out of time. You don’t have the luxury of it anymore because you never wanted it in the first place.”

* * * *

Garrett’s jaw twitched. He placed his hands on his legs and pushed his knees apart. The stiffness in Garrett’s dick provided a spectacular sight, but the way his balls stretched with the veins popping out in his long cock damn near drove Sam wild.

“Dear God. You’re nothing more than a tease.” Sam stared in disbelief.

Logan moved in front of Sam, taking time to rub his ass over Sam’s cock, before he dropped to his knees. He planted one hand on each of Garrett’s hard, rippled thighs. “So you don’t want to suck cock. I understand, but can I ask you a favor?” His eyes twinkled with desire as his lips moistened, glistened with a clear understanding of what he wanted from his friend. “Can I taste yours? Just a swipe, a lick even, anything to know I’ve had the taste of you in my mouth. Is that too much to ask?”

The stout member hanging between Garrett’s legs visibly jerked at the mention of receiving, rather than giving, head. If his dick had a purpose, it found inspiration now, and getting off sounded better than getting someone else off, apparently. Logan laughed as he smacked his lips.

Sam watched Garrett’s dick flutter and he damn near came in his hand. He wanted this thing, this out of control whirlwind of lust, resolved. If he had to give Logan the lead, he’d step out of the way but holy hell, he didn’t know how much more he could take. All 12

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through high school, well into college, Sam wanted nothing more than Garrett and Logan. He snatched one. Logan pledged he’d love him forever, but he wanted the pair. He wanted to play Garrett for keeps.

“You want to give me head?” Garrett asked.

“I’m the best, baby.”

“He is,” Sam grumbled. Damn it, he hated to pout but as he watched Garrett’s mouth water, his cock dangling, he had so many ideas. So many twisted ways he wanted to enjoy Garrett Sumner.

Garrett looked around again, stared at the stupid furniture piece where he apparently thought he saw Darcy. Sam now wanted to burn it. No offense to Darcy or her memory, but he’d only share with the living.

Garrett slowly leaned back on the bed and glared at the ceiling.

“The shadows of the past haunt me every day. Darcy gave me head. I liked it well enough, but it was the only thing I enjoyed, the only way I liked sex with her.”

Sam shuddered in all the right places. He loved the hell out of a full confession because it brought with it a lot of recognition for Garrett as well. Logan flashed Sam a knowing smile and devious wink he only wanted his familiar lover to see.

Oh yes, Garrett Sumner belonged to them.

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Garrett braced himself against his elbows and noticed the exchange of grins between his two friends. “And if I ask you to stop, you stop?”

“You won’t ask. Trust me.” Sam sneered.

“I might.” He fell back against the mattress again. Suddenly, he felt the thrill of a lone fingertip caress the underside of his balls. “I…”

He, what? Damn, just a touch to his balls and he wanted to cum.

Logan settled between Garrett’s thighs and a carnal growl filled the room as it left his lungs. He pushed Garrett’s knees further apart and held them there. Garrett fought, at first, to bring them back together.

Logan’s index finger traced his tight cock and then fingered his balls. “Oh, Sam, look at this. These are the innocent marbles of a man untried by masculine love.” Following a pattern of veins, he tenderly stroked all the way to the tip of Garrett’s shaft and by the time he moved his fingertips over the slit, the pre-cum existed there.

“Nice.” His head dipped. His tongue retreated only a second before he slowly licked. “Hmmm…” He popped his lips. “Really good.”

Logan didn’t look up at him, but he moaned as he sucked.

Undoubtedly, he enjoyed giving head. Logan dropped his jaw and moved over Garrett’s cock. He sucked him all the way to the back of his throat. He moaned, whimpered, and acted as if he thought his rod held a very unique flavor, one designed to salt and pepper a selective palate.

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“Oh shit,” Garrett whispered as he watched Sam’s look of concern, maybe even a hint of jealousy, turn sensual and carnal in a way he never expected to notice in a man. Oh yeah, he stared trouble in the eye and liked what he saw there.

Tugging him with an exquisite suction, Logan pulled Garrett to the roof of his mouth and then released him. He dropped over him again, fingered his scrotum, and then stroked him once more with his moist mouth closing around him while his lightning fast tongue swiped and swirled across his flesh.

Logan wasn’t an idiot and Garrett knew it. He understood what he wanted and what he liked. Sam and Logan enjoyed the same things as Garrett and they didn’t vary much in their sexual desires. They’d watched gay movies together, talked about things, but Garrett never acted on them.

As if he read Garrett’s mind, Logan released him with a deliberate pop. “This is without a doubt, something I do well, and I do it better than most, don’t ‘cha think?”

He immediately bobbed his head down again and Garrett wanted to grab his ponytail and just fuck the life out of him. He needed to take him hard and fast. He wanted to stroke out his fury and his relief.

He possessed plenty of mixed emotions, including anger, because his friends led him to this place before he planned to go and a certain easement filled him as well because he now acted on his desires, his long suppressed urges. His cock ached with need, burned with an undeniable pain. He wanted to release his spill right down Logan’s throat.

“Ahh…” The first signs of enjoyed pleasure fell from his mouth.

Logan quickly increased his pace. Up and down he licked and sucked Garrett’s penis, roughly taking the base into his hand and pumping his sweet dick in between his lips before holding him against an agonizing mumble. He hummed against his flesh. Oh sure, Logan wanted Garrett to cum in his mouth and he fought against it all the more when he realized Logan wanted him to lose his spill across his
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tongue and lips. Logan continued to hold him just on the realm of release.

His lips tightened, he curled his tongue around the shaft, dipped and rose. He ran his tongue over Garrett’s balls, sucking them into his mouth while toying with them, rolling them swiftly against his tongue. Logan drew out an aching sound, Garrett’s bliss sounded off throughout the room, tantalizing at least one man who had a strong familiarity with all of Logan’s oral skills.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you cry out for me, and for Logan.”

Sam urged him forward.

Logan needed some relief. Garrett saw him take his cock in hand and beat out a rhythm right along with him. “I’m horny as hell here.

Look at his damn dick. I want you to look, Sam! Have you ever seen anything so fucking hard?” He smacked his lips and slid over him again.

Garrett gripped Logan’s head with his thighs. “Don’t stop now!

You gotta keep this up, you gotta…keep…sucking.”

Sam slapped Logan’s ass. “Behave, baby boy. Suck Garrett’s cock real good and tight. Quit playing around, sweetheart.”

* * * *

Logan giggled as he took Garrett with more desire than he’d ever known. He’d always loved Garrett for more than friendship and now he proved it. The thought drove him harder, faster.

“Garrett, don’t fight it. Let him have you. Let it go. He’s already sucked your cock for several minutes. There’s no harm here, no shame, nothing to regret. Just give him the best you have.” Sam’s voice turned sexy, raspy. Once Logan heard it, he reached for Sam’s hand and for a second, he touched the pulsing heat of his lover and moaned as Sam wrapped his palm tight around his pleading cock.

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Garrett snapped the elastic band holding it off Logan’s shoulders. He felt it fan across his back and Sam weaved his fingers through it, pulling it just enough to urge him on all the more. Sam loved to pull Logan’s hair and sometimes one tug in a heat of passion and Logan shot off like a spinning rocket.

“God, yeah. That’s beautiful.” Sam slapped Logan’s ass again and stood behind him, positioned, ready to fuck. A lube tube pressed against Logan’s butt cheek. Sam worked to release it and then squirted it down his slanted crack.

Garrett stared at Sam’s cock. “No!”

Logan looked up at the denial. He didn’t really understand at this point. Heaven help him, or all of them, if he failed to notice the obvious. Three hard cocks waited and wanted for more action than just a little cock-a-doodle-doo. What didn’t Garrett fully comprehend here?

Sam’s ripe voice warned against the verbal restraint Garrett suddenly issued. “Want me to wait until you get off? I can do it. I can watch as your face twists with desire and then take Logan’s sweet little rump and fuck him into an orgasm you’ll witness first-hand.”

Logan clenched his ass cheeks together and Sam rubbed the length of his cock over his globes. “What’s it going to be, Garrett?

Hmm?”

Logan’s tongue uncurled over the man’s flesh, his constricted veins bulging with semen. He slowed down his award-winning blow job performance, trying his best to make it more and more delicious for the man he continued to suck. His own balls burned and throbbed.

His penis hardened with an untested ache and a man’s truest need.

Right now, he craved Sam, who was forever his weakness but he wanted Garrett. He bobbed his head over the thick shaft and Garrett returned his focus to the dresser again.

“Come for us, Garrett,” Sam whispered.

Garrett’s hips rose and fell faster. This time he wasn’t going to deny it. Logan wouldn’t allow the opportunity. With the lubricant at
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his feet, he removed one hand from Garrett’s balls and dipped his finger into the sleek moisture. Immediately, he smoothed it over him and tested an area Garrett would never forget he first touched. His mouth squeezed Garrett’s cock as he whimpered with the pleasure still riding in, yet trapped at the gate.

With a quick calculated act, he quit sucking and issued a ripe request. “Fuck my mouth like it’s the last time you’ll get the chance.”

He swiped the sweet taste from the small opening, swallowed, savored and then rolled his tongue back down his best friend’s shaft.

“It’s gonna…” Garrett must’ve thought he earned the right to form a sensible sentence.

He didn’t.

Logan milked Garrett’s cock faster as his lips and mouth worked harder. He fingered Garrett’s ass and all men groaned out with the enjoyed and perceived pleasure. Damn, he tasted like a dream and Logan toddled on his knees drunk with expectancy. The strength of Garrett’s erection caressed across his tongue. Logan wanted all he had to give and he waited for his seed. He fancied the taste of salty lime and his man’s good time.

“Give him that cock, Garrett. Fuck straight past his tongue and go for the throat, give him everything you’ve got. He wants it. I’ve spoiled him. He’s got to have it now.”

Garrett strained against the pressure as his face twisted into various expressions. Desire rode hard to capture him. He battled for freedom as he held onto Logan’s ears and screwed his willing mouth.

Logan wanted to come now more than ever before and yet fought to avoid all the pleasure he’d waited to enjoy. Garrett’s first release waited mere seconds away. His hands clenched the sheets underneath him, he braced himself until he resisted all he could. Now, only one goal existed there—fucking Logan’s mouth, yanking his hair, screaming his name. Oh yeah, Logan took him where he needed to go and then he pulled out all the stops.

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Even before Garrett responded with his vocal approval, Logan felt it in the way he moved across his tongue with a harder thrust forward, reaching for a long overdue release. He gulped it in, sucked it harder, and enjoyed it more.

A jolt from Garrett’s body, and Logan took the cue. His finger twirled around the ring, the small opening at Garrett’s anus. He dipped his fingertip in the entrance and past the first layer of an unbroken seal.