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Logan wanted oral sex first but Garrett refused him. Sam slid his finger down the crack of Garrett’s ass and then dipped inside for a little temptation. By the groan leaving Sam’s lungs, he wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more.

Sam slipped his tip between Garrett’s cheeks and instructed him to do the same. “Logan’s tight little ass is hard to beat but a virgin ass, sweet baby, this is all my pleasure.” He pressed his finger in front of his cock, wiggling it through his channel as Garrett yelped in pain.

“Oh yeah, it’s going to hurt good,” he hissed.

“Damn good.” Logan agreed as he swirled his butt in a clockwise fashion. “Now give me that big dick, Garrett. I need you to fuck me.”

“He’s tense. Maybe he needs something to loosen him up.”

Garrett felt his butt cheeks clench because he understood what Sam meant. Before he warned him, the first of three deliciously hot smacks came down against his skin.

“Shit!” He bucked against the sting and loved every one of them.

“My baby boy, your sweet ass is something else. Logan, you’ll have to see this. His amateur-tight ass is so fucking tight, it’s almost like slapping’ at a damn hard surface. Ah but it does still have a rose color to it”. He bit at his cheeks and then slid his tongue over the place his palm print undoubtedly lingered.

“Uh-huh. Swell. Now, somebody give me something hard and stiff and fuck with it now!” Logan quipped.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Garrett’s cock felt stone-hard and one thing he’d noticed with these two, they wasted time. He didn’t want to wait. He hungered for this. He wanted it now and he needed it hard and fast, furious and untamed. He yearned for the out of control sex men give freely because they know they aren’t going to break one another.

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Garrett’s cock was ready to ride and he stamped Logan’s pretty little tail all at one time. “Good God,” he moaned as he slipped inside Logan’s tight cave.

“I know baby, I know. You’ll never find pussy this tight. I swear it.” He wiggled, laughed, and oh hell, he bucked. Logan wanted to give Garrett quite the first ride.

Reaching around to grab at Logan’s nipple rings, Garrett tugged at them until he heard Logan damn near sing. He started to jerk his cock when Sam yanked him back hard against his chest. Sam surged forward with quick, earth shattering strokes meant to tear down the barriers protecting the virgin ass—his.

“Sweet mother fucker!” Garrett screamed as his buttocks stretched for Sam’s size, allowing him to break through the hinges as he rammed his cock in and out with near-numbing thrusts.

“I’ll show you sweet,” Sam clutched at Garrett’s sides and then rode into him. He towered over two men as Garrett’s ass clenched in response and at the same time Logan opened and closed around Garrett’s hard member.

“Damn, I’ve never…” His ragged breath refused to grant him the freedom of speech. He didn’t care. He didn’t need it. Sometimes words have no meaning when bodies are hell bent on handling all forms of communication.

“Oh yeah, sweetness, I know, baby. Bury, deep. Let me come. I’m going to come.” Logan’s left hand milked his own cock as his right fingertips tweaked his own nipple ornaments and moaning with every last thrust Garrett gave.

“You like it?”

Questions lingered in the air as Garrett didn’t recognize his voice as his own. “I said, do you like my cock, Logan?”

“Yes! Give me more you stud baby, you!” Logan bucked harder and Garrett’s forehead dripped with sweat beads. He fucked in time, stroke after stroke, he followed Sam’s lead.

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“Damn yeah, he loves cock, Garrett. He loves that Garrett Sumner dick.” Sam leaned over him and kissed his shoulder, ran his tongue down his spine and then bit his ass before rearing back, much like a wild mustang might, and hammered into him once again.

Waves of pleasure swept through him and he fought to resist the orgasm riding in for him. Then he remembered the wall of glass beside them. He tilted his head to watch their images in the mirror.

Their bodies swayed in a peculiar, but beautiful rhythm. Sometimes the pace changed, kind of like a pause in the wind while a square dance caller sat in the distance and demanded a new step, a new time.

The twist, instead of a waltz, or maybe a well executed promenade—

and those were the more complete maneuvers, the strokes where everyone followed through without missing a beat.

Sam pushed himself harder, deeper and then his slaps against Garrett’s skin began again. This time, he pounded too fast. He smacked his skin differently, firmer and Logan screamed his release.

“Now, Sammieee! Now!” Logan screamed as his body quivered.

“Ah yeah, Garrett, keep it still. Hold still and let Logan work you.”

Sam shook so hard that the jolts of his spill dripped down Garrett’s legs. Garrett glanced once more at the picture the three of them painted and it was too much then, more than he wanted to resist.

He shuddered once, and slid out just in time to remember he didn’t have to worry about consequences. His cock didn’t glide in and out of a fragile woman. Instead, he fucked someone protected. What better sex existed than what he had right now? A human being who wanted his seed, could drown in it, and do so without consequences.

“Don’t stop now, lover,” Logan purred, reminding him one more time of the woman who used to sing out his name in much the same way. “Give me that sweet, satisfying cock.”

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welcoming cheeks. Garrett growled as he wrapped Logan’s hair over his wrists and then pulled him to him, against his chest.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me rough,” Logan requested.

“He likes it rough,” Sam watched with a wicked grin as he stood, and walked toward the bedroom. “Fuck him hard, Garrett. Make him come again. He’ll shoot off like bullets ricocheting from the best of gun fighters.”

“Oh yeah?” He nipped at Logan’s earlobe as he held him close.

“Tell me something, Logan. How long can I fuck you just like this?”

Logan stared into the mirror and held Garrett’s gaze. With his lips curving into a naughty smile, he whispered. “You can fuck me until every one of those bullets make it out of their blessed shells.”

Damn. He might just fall in love with this man now. Logan liked to fuck for hours. He saw it in his eyes, heard him express it with too much enthusiasm in his voice. Now, the bulk of his ammunition was ready to fire. His thighs bunched and he held him tighter until the full explosion rippled between them. It left them gasping against one another’s lips and their tangled bodies collapsed against the cushions beneath them.

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“Merry Christmas, Garrett.” Logan’s chirpy voice filled the dark room. He opened the curtains and let out a sigh. “I love the holidays.”

Garrett didn’t like getting up early in the morning and he particularly didn’t want to talk to Logan first thing
this
particular morning. Logan had too much energy and acted like nothing changed between them, nothing at all.

He pulled the thick, dark wool blanket over his head. “Go back to fucking bed.”

“This is the ‘fucking bed’ last time I checked, sugar.”

Logan openly made a powerful suggestion, and without Sam around, Garrett didn’t feel comfortable with it. He didn’t want Sam to think he strolled into his home and staked a claim in his territory.

He’d already trained one of his wild horses. He didn’t need to tame his man. Logan needed it. His ass endured a lot of rides, apparently, and the thought made Garrett jealous as hell, and he didn’t have the right.

“Get up and drink some coffee with me.” He tackled him and playfully tickled him in the ribs, his cock pressing against his backside.

“Hell no.”

“Please.”

Damn it all, sometimes Logan reminded him of Darcy. Right now, he didn’t want reminders. What would she think? What would she say if she were alive today? Would she care that he fucked their best friends and threatened to demolish their monogamous relationship?

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Logan reached under the blanket and stroked Garrett’s cock. “It’s time to get up.”

“My dick is up. I’m not.” He moaned and deliberately turned so his body pressed against the mattress, providing little access for Logan’s wandering hand.

“That’s not going to work.” He straddled his hips and began to massage his back and ass. “Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah, now go away!” It felt too damn good. So damn good. God-awful good.

“Not a chance, big boy.” He fisted his cock and playfully rubbed it all over Garrett. “You have one fine looking ass.”

“Yeah, I do, but you’re not getting it, are ya?”

With a quick squirt that brought Garrett’s head off the pillow, Logan surprised him by covering his bottom with the soft vanilla fragrance and without warning, he penetrated him. “Don’t move,” he whispered in his ear. “I’ve already been fucked every which way but loose this morning and this is all I thought about afterwards. Let me have my fantasy.”

Garrett didn’t know how to be an inactive participant. “Logan, if you’re going to fuck, I’m going to enjoy it.” He chuckled.

“Shh…”

Garrett’s head throbbed with the undeniable sexual tempo. The cool lubricant filling his ass first thing in the morning felt better than a first sip of coffee but the cock that followed it exceeded the realms of any dream come true. Morning sex, nothing beat it.

Reaching around his hips, Garrett swatted his ass. “I want mine too.”

“You get a blow job. I get this ass.” His thrusts stayed quick, uneven, and desperate.

“Damn, Sam was right. Tight ass like yours needs to fuck a lot.

Shit! This is damn near painful, but so nice and hot.”

Garrett’s head stayed on the pillow. He didn’t want to look up into the mirror right now. He didn’t want to see the mistletoe or the
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reminders of the holidays. He didn’t want Darcy to spy on them and without Sam here with them, she would. He knew she would.

He wanted this man’s cock stroking every inch of his ass but he didn’t want to watch Darcy stand by and observe the show.

Logan quickly came yelping out like a helpless little lamb. “Damn you, Garrett. Damn you for keeping this tight virgin ass untouched.”

He fell into him with harder strokes before he pounded him with an unsteady attack that left Garrett tugging his cock in desperation.

After Logan’s orgasm ripped through him, he roughly turned Garrett over on his back. He dropped his head over Garrett’s cock just in time to taste the spill of one well satisfied man. “Sweet, baby boy, you taste sweeter than sugar, stronger than spice.” He purred as he licked his lips and swatted his dick playfully against Garrett’s as he moved away from him.

Garrett took a deep breath and weaved his fingers through his hair. “I need to get out of here tomorrow.”

“Why?” Logan crawled over him, kissed his lips and then propped his chin on folded hands, comfortable and relaxed against Garrett’s chest.

“Darcy and I are…” His eyes flashed around the room. He searched for her and didn’t see her anywhere.

“She’s not coming back,” Logan said.

“What do you know?” Garrett snapped. He jumped from the bed and grabbed his denim blues, leaving Logan alone on the mattress. He shook the pants out and then stepped right into them. Plopping back to a seated position, he plucked his boots from the floor and immediately slid them over his feet.

The whole time, Logan studied him.

“Go ahead. Get it off your chest,” Garrett said.

Logan tugged the blankets over his waist and propped his back against the cushions of the makeshift bed. “Did you ever like sex with Darcy?”

“What do you think?” he snapped.

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“I think she pushed your relationship. I think she adored you, loved you more than she loved herself, carried an unconditional love for you but—”

“I loved her.”

“You may have loved her but let me ask you something, Garrett.”

He waited. He knew it wouldn’t take Logan long to continue. It didn’t.

“When you ate her pussy, did your dick get hard? Did you think you could come in your own hand while you had your hand, your fingers dipping into her tight little snatch?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not but I know Darcy drove out here one night with tears staining her cheeks. She wanted answers. She needed to know how to cure your man fetish.”

“Man fetish?”

“Her words, sugar.
Not
mine.”

Garrett’s eyes narrowed on him. “And?”

“And she said she couldn’t satisfy you. She wanted to join us.”

“She wanted to join you and Sam?”

“Well, technically she wanted the two of you to join us.”

“In bed?”

“No, dork, mucking stalls. What the hell do you think?”

A darkness washed over him, the familiar sadness he often felt when he thought of the ways Darcy tried to please him and continually failed. He should’ve told her a long time ago. He should’ve warned her. Things for him would never equate to satisfaction because he didn’t find women attractive, but he did find Darcy appealing in many ways.

Sometimes, Garrett felt like he failed her because he didn’t love her enough. Other times he felt like he gave her what she needed in the time she had. The car accident claimed her life at a young age.

“The tapes—let me guess. Your idea?”

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“Yes, my movies too, and from what I hear you liked the selections.”

“That’s sick, man.” Garrett finished dressing in the corner where he’d tossed his luggage.

“I loved you then and I love you now. I knew before she ever came here. You
are
gay. You were then, and from what I can tell, you certainly are now. You refused to accept it for some reason. Consider the movies an introduction of sorts.”