Goldilocks and His Three Bears (6 page)

When he angled back, his eyes were bright, and he reached an arm out for Brian, who ran into that embrace eagerly. Brian tilted his head up for the kiss. He'd dissolved into it when he suddenly remembered Jim sitting on the sofa behind him.

His Daddy felt it right away, of course. He held him, looking deeply into his eyes, then released him with a caress.

“Go take a shower, Brian.”

“Yes, sir.” Brian padded out of the room. Behind him he heard Paul saying. “Jim, we have to talk.”

Brian was clean and sitting on the bed, ready, when Paul came into the room. He went to the closet and brought out the big blue robe for Brian to put on. “Come on out to the living room,” he said.

Jim was waiting on the sofa. Paul waved Brian to take a seat and he sat down himself. There was a little pause. It felt like a business meeting.

“I don't believe much in tradition,” said Paul.

“Me neither,” said Jim.

“Jim and I feel that you shouldn't have to choose between us if it's not what's right for you, Brian.”

Brian's mouth fell open.

“Close your mouth, hon,” said Paul gently.

Brian's mouth snapped shut.

“So I told Jim here that I'm willing to open the parameters of our relationship, as long as we establish certain rules.”

“And I said I needed to know how you felt,” added Jim.

“So how do you feel about it, Brian?” asked Paul. And then they both sat and looked at him.

Brian squeaked. “Wha-wha... What are you talking about?”

“I'm inviting Jim into this relationship,” said Paul in his reasonable voice. “If you want.”

Brian looked at Jim. And, oh God, his Momma Bear was giving him a gentle, happy smile. Then he looked at Paul again, and his Daddy's eyes were gleaming. Brian nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Then they all shook on it.
Weird.

“Now, Jim, I'm not sure I can get used to that water bed,” said Paul after they'd shaken. He put a hand on Brian's ass and sort of fondled it as he spoke.

“Yeah, it's like surfin'. Takes some getting used to. That futon is mighty hard, though.”

“Scott's bed is perfect,” piped up Brian. Only realizing after he said it whence his knowledge derived and how that might sound. But Momma Bear and Daddy laughed.

“Think Scott might object,” said Jim easily. “Well, the futon it is, then. Um... Paul, do you mind if... ?” And his eyes sort of caressed Brian all over.

Paul took his hand away from Brian's ass, and Jim enveloped him in an allover body grope, his mouth on Brian's kind of desperate, and Brian knew that Jim had been aching inside all through this.

When they parted, he looked up into Jim's happy face and couldn't help the big grin that he could feel spreading across his own.

Then he took both his fellas by the hands and led them to the bedroom.

Feeling a little like a girl appearing at the top of the stairs in her prom dress, Brian dropped his robe.

“Mmm,” said Jim when he saw the harness. He was across the room in an instant, those big sensitive fingers traveling all over the supple leather. “Nice.”

Now Paul was touching him too, adjusting the straps the way a cowboy did his pony's saddle, his fingers knowing and sure.

Four hands on him at the same time, and Brian quivered all over. Paul's hand cupped Brian's balls. “I like the shaving, Jim,” he said appreciatively.

“Yes. Makes him really sensitive.” Jim's beard tickled the back of Brian's shoulders as he moved in closer behind him, big hand next to Paul's, stroking Brian's cock, slow and gentle. “You ever think of piercing him?”

Paul's laugh rumbled. “Funny you should mention that.”

He went to one of his suitcases, leaving Brian enfolded in Jim's arms, and brought out a little package. Jim started licking a pattern up Brian's neck to behind his ear, and Paul held one of the objects out against Brian's nipple. It was a tiny golden ring.

“I thought this might go here,” said Paul. “Or here.” And the cool metal touched Brian's cock.

Brian whimpered, and Jim's fingers came up and tweaked a nipple very gently. Warm breath against his cheek. “What do you think, Brian?”

Brian looked up at Paul. His physical presence like a shield that Brian could stand beneath to lay himself open. Momma behind him warm and loving and full of acceptance. “I'll let you decide,” he said to them both. “I trust you.”

“Good boy.” Daddy's hand on his cheek, and then Daddy's mouth covering his. Somebody's hand covered Brian's ass, while somebody's fingers pinched his nipples and two hard cocks pushed up against him.

He moaned.

“I think Brian here's going to have trouble standing in a minute,” said Jim. Daddy led Brian to the bed while Momma Bear stripped.

Paul sat back and drew Brian between his spread legs, big cock pushed right up against him where he lay. “Nice, Jim.”

“Thanks.” Momma came over, big fat cock bouncing along there in front of him.

Daddy's hands stroked Brian from nipples to balls and back again, mouth nuzzling, voice deep and rumbly.

“You like that cock, Brian, honey? Does it open you up nice and wide?”

Brian made a sound he hoped sounded like agreement.

“Yep, I think that'd be real pretty to watch,” growled Daddy at his ear. He rifled in the drawer and tossed the supplies on the bed, urging Brian to a kneeling posture.

Jim's hands on his ass found their way to his balls. He rolled them and tugged, and Brian spread his legs automatically, butting his head against Paul's belly as he did so.

“This warming lube?” asked Jim, across Brian's back.

Paul's finger drew a line down Brian's neck, kneaded a shoulder muscle. “Yeah.”

A thick thumb at his entrance. Brian whimpered.

“It's okay, hon,” Paul soothed him, big hands on his shoulders, back, head. His cock occasionally banged against Brian's cheek, but he didn't seem to notice.

“Daddy?” whispered Brian as he felt Jim's cock at his entrance, pressing in.

Paul stroked his head. “I'm here, baby. I want you to suck me, Brian. Can you do that?”

“I don't know,” whispered Brian. Jim was so big— like the whole world was in Brian's ass big. It was overwhelming. He didn't know if he could focus on anything else. But then Paul's cock was there, and it was like his mouth needed to be around that, needed it like an anchor. Brian latched on and sucked.

He was rewarded by the sound of a moan and Paul's fingers stuttering across his scalp.

He moaned and whimpered around Daddy's cock. Jim's cock driving hard over and over against that spot in him, Daddy's hands gentle in his hair until the very end when they pulled a little harshly, cock jumping so that it hit the roof of Brian's mouth and then drawing it out quickly, so the filled condom wouldn't fall into Brian's mouth.

Jim cursed mildly and jerked once more against Brian's prostate, then held still, quivering, fingers digging into Brian's hips, as the presence inside of Brian throbbed over and over again.

He was on his back then, a hand pumping him, a mouth on his, tongue down his throat. More hands caressing him everywhere. Someone murmuring soft words. “Lovely. So good. Let me see you, hon. Let me... ” And Brian jerked, and his cock spurted up into the air and warmth splattered over his chest.

Somebody's tongue lapped once, and then a voice said regretfully, “Damned condoms.”

Brian cracked his eyes open. He was cradled in Momma's arms, Paul stroking his body with one hand.

“Well,” said Paul, “we could get tested.”

Jim chuckled. “All three of us?”

“It's a thought.” There was something steely and stubborn in Paul's voice. Brian found that he had to concentrate really hard to lift his arm from the bed, but he petted his Daddy's pretty tats and said. “I love you, Daddy.”

There was a little silence.

“That's damned sweet,” said Jim softly.

“Love you too, Momma Bear,” said Brian. And he yawned. Then his men rolled him up somehow and made a little nest between them. Brian curled up and went to sleep.

“Hey! Hi there!” Scott came bouncing into the room like the ball of muscle that he was. He looked around. “Where's your keepers, baby?”

“My keepers?” Brian looked up from the financial aid form he was trying to fill out on the coffee table. His men thought he was wasting his brains at a cash register and wanted him to go to college. “Is that what they seem like?”

Scott bounded over and plopped down on the couch. “No, not really.” He wound the towel he'd been drying his hair with around one fist and popped Brian in the shoulder with it. “Just teasin’ you.” He watched Brian filling out the forms for a while. “Seriously,” he said, “what's it like?”

Brian's pen paused. “I'm not sure,” he said.

“You havin’ fun, sweetie?”

“Oh yeah.”

Scott laughed. “I'm sure. So... ” And he fanned himself. “You want to give me the lowdown.”

“Lowdown?”

“Sure, girlfriend.” And Scott popped Brian again. “The sounds comin’ out of that room are hot. So, quit teasin'. Tell me what it's like.”

Brian shook his head. “You're bad.”

“Mm-hmm. Not as bad as you, I'll bet. C'mon, give me somethin’ to warm the cold nights, baby. What's that Jim like?”

“Jim's sweet.”

“Sweet? You are screaming like that from
sweet
?”

“Yeah, well... ” Brian chuckled. “His cock is something, man.”

“Big?”

“Not long like yours big. Thick.” Brian could feel the blush climbing his neck.

“Yum.” Scott licked his lips. “I love ‘em thick. I am such a cock pig, sugar. Cannot get enough.”

“Yeah,” said Brian. He grinned. “I remember.”

Scott chuckled and reached over to ruffle Brian's hair. “Never had two at once, though, Goldilocks. Must be something.”

He sounded a teensy tiny twinge envious. Brian reflected and realized suddenly that there had been no sign of Kendra. Or anyone else, for that matter, in the weeks since Jim and Paul had returned.

“Are you doing okay, Scott?”

“Huh? Sure.” He waggled his eyebrows at Brian. “Sometimes you guys get loud enough I just plug in Loverboy and play along.” Those honey-colored eyes met Brian's. “I'm good, Brian. No worries.”

“Okay.” Brian endured another hair ruffling from Scott. Man, the guy was touchy-feely, wasn't he?

“Want to go out back and toss a ball around?” Scott asked.

“Sure.”

It wasn't until a few nights later that Brian gave more thought to what Scott had told him. He and Jim and Paul were in Jim's room for once, Brian riding Jim slow and sweet, the waves of the water bed undulating beneath him, Paul lying next to them watching, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

Jim's cock always wrung a long, slow orgasm from Brian, and he moaned and maybe even begged a little bit, whimpering softly when he finally collapsed across Jim's chest.

In the wash of postorgasmic silence, they could quite clearly hear the man next door groaning loudly.

Jim chuckled. “You think he's kidding?”

Brian shook his head. “No, he has a collection of dildos in there.”

Jim lay looking up and back as if he could see through the wall behind him. “Now that's an interesting visual,” he said.

“I feel a little guilty,” said Brian. “I've got both of you, and all he's got is plastic.”

Paul rolled to his feet. “Gentlemen, I think we should extend an invitation.”

“So how do we do this?”

It was like one of those jigsaw puzzles, thought Brian. Four men stood around Scott's California king bed in their boxers, scratching their heads and trying to figure out logistics.

In the end it sort of happened naturally. Jim dropped trou, and Scott practically tipped back his head and howled.

“Oh man, I have got to get a taste of that,” Scott said eagerly, crawling onto the bed and stopping just over Jim's cock. He looked up, and Brian'd swear he saw him lick away saliva. “You mind?”

Jim chuckled and spread his legs. “You kidding?”

And so Scott set to, humming his appreciation, his happy little bubble butt wagging away behind him. Both of Brian's hands grabbed hold of that. He found himself breathing hard, working the flesh.

Scott popped off Jim long enough to growl, “Do it, sugar,” and then Paul was handing Brian a condom, and he was sliding his prick between those tight, round cheeks.

A few minutes later, hot breath on his neck, strong calloused fingers on his hips and a blunt presence he knew like home at his own entrance.

“Knock knock,” whispered Paul at Brian's ear.

Slobbering, moaning, and the slow steady slap of flesh on flesh for a while. Then, “Harder” and “There” and Jim started to wail first.

Paul was next, his cock fucking throbbing inside of Brian. And then Brian was pistoning in and out of Scott, his hand finding the other man's and helping him to jack off in time to Brian's moves.

Finally Brian froze in a hailstorm of sensation, and he heard Scott screeching something as they all collapsed in a heap on the mattress.

After a minute, Scott's elbow dug into Brian, and he made a testy noise.

Brian lifted himself a little. “You okay down there?”

“Got ‘bout four hundred pounds of sirloin on top of me,” said Scott, sounding a little breathless. “Everybody off.”

Even with all of them prostrate and spread-eagle, the bed was big enough. Brian lay peaceful, listening to everybody breathe. But after a while he sat up, regretfully. “Well, better get going.”

“Going?” Scott's fingers wandered lazily over Brian's thigh. “Where do you need to go, baby?”

“Home,” said Brian, rolling his eyes. “My apartment, man. Where I live.”

“You have an apartment?” Scott sat up and glared hard at Jim and Paul in turn. “Why?”

Paul hemmed and studied his nails.

Jim smiled and played with his beard.

“Excuse me, but that is plain stupid. Brian should move in here, especially while he's in school. Keep him well fed and well... you know.”

Brian looked at Paul and Jim. “I don't know.”

Paul scratched his chin meditatively. “Where would he sleep?”

Scott stared. “Are you joking?”

Jim chuckled. “I imagine Brian actually does sleep on occasion.”