Then I told them of my decision to sell my parents'
house. They were surprised, to say the least, but I reassured them going back there only reinforced to me just how much it was the right thing to do. I'd asked the real estate agent to organize a moving company to put the furniture into storage and to send me the paperwork. I told them Alabama wasn't home for me anymore.
And then I asked them to DP me.
I'd seen double penetrations done in porn, and I always wondered what would make a guy
want
to have two cocks in his ass at the same time. Now I knew.
I wanted to feel owned. I wanted both of them
inside me at the same time. I wanted to feel both of them moving inside me. I wanted them to have me like that. I
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needed it.
Simon orchestrated it, taking extra care to prep me longer, stretch me farther, and by the time I was already impaled on Adam's cock, I was almost begging for Simon to join in. So he did, pushing into my already breached hole. It stretched and burned like nothing I'd ever felt.
Adam started to pant, and Simon started to groan.
And I started to float.
It was heavenly. I was so full of them, so
completely and thoroughly theirs.
It was perfect.
That night I slept in Adam's spot, in-between them, with their arms wrapped tightly around me.
That was the first time Adam hadn't slept in the middle. The second time was the very next night. Only this time it was Simon who lay between us.
He'd been kinda quiet after they'd DPed me. Even the next night while the three of us were lounging on the sofa after work, he kept asking me if I was okay, if I was hurt or sore. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he
always
asked if we were okay. He always fussed over us if we'd bottomed, making sure we were fine.
I reassured him I was more than fine. A pleasant ache was how I described it. But he didn't seem too convinced. "Kinda like a first time," I hedged, trying to
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explain it.
Simon didn't speak for a while, and I took his silence to mean he understood what I meant. But then he said, "My first time was… um…" His words trailed off. It wasn't like him to be so unsure.
My heart tightened in my chest at his words, and Adam sat up to look at him. "Sy?"
He swallowed. "I, um… I, uh…" He scrubbed his hand over his face and through his hair. "My first time," he whispered. "He hurt me. I was young, just sixteen, and I wasn't really ready, and he, well, he… he hurt me."
"Oh, baby," Adam whispered.
I clicked off the television him. "Oh, Simon."
"I've been too scared to bottom since," he said quietly.
"That's okay, Sy," Adam told him. "A lot of guys don't do it."
Simon swallowed thickly and whispered, "I think I want to." Then he looked up at us. "I see how much pleasure it can be for you, and then last night, Wil, when we were both inside you…" He shook his head and stared at me. "God, what you gave us last night was a gift. I've never…" He sighed deeply. "I want to share that with both of you."
Adam and I stared at him. Then Simon's eyes went
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wide as he realized what he said. "Not the DP!" he barked out. "I don't know if I'll ever be ready for that, but… but I think I want to try bottoming."
I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "You
think
you want to try?"
He looked at me and with a little more conviction, he said, "I want to."
I knew this was huge. This was unchartered
territory.
Simon ducked his head, so I quickly knelt in front of him and cupped his face in my hands, making him look at me. "Are you sure?"
His eyes widened and glistened, but he nodded.
Oh, Simon…
Keeping his face in my hands, I kissed him lightly. I kissed his face, his closed eyelids, his mouth, his jaw. Then Adam took Simon's face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. "Sy, baby, we'll take care of you."
And I realized he wouldn't be the one in charge like he usually was. Simon was going to need someone to direct this, to show him how it would happen, to show him he'd be okay. Then remembering our first time together and the words he'd said to me, I repeated them back to him.
"This is how we're going to do this," I told him, his face still close to mine. "You're going to fuck Adam, while
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I fuck you."
Simon exhaled in a rush and nodded, relieved. I pulled him to his feet and led us to the bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed, in a close triangle, and I pulled Simon against us both. "We won't hurt you. We could never hurt you."
He looked at us and nodded. "I want this. I want to have this with both of you. I want it to be with both of you."
Adam got the buttons of Simon's shirt undone and peeled it back off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. In undressing each other, there was never a moment when four hands weren't on him, two mouths, two bodies.
Not long after, Adam lay on his back in the middle of the bed, with his knees up near his chest. Simon was over him, fully seated inside him. I'd taken my time prepping Simon with my tongue and my fingers until he was moaning and begging, and when I finally pressed against his ready hole, I stopped.
Leaning over his back, I kissed his shoulder and whispered, "Are you sure?"
He nodded and exhaled sharply. Adam cupped his face and held him while I pushed inside him. He was so tight. Fuck, he was tight. But I went as slowly as my body would allow, and soon set the rhythm. Adam never let go
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of Simon's face, holding him, kissing him, while I knelt behind them, slowly fucking them both.
I'd never experienced anything like it.
Being inside Simon was amazing, but being his first in a long time, having him trust me, love me enough to do it, was the real gift. I took my time, measuring his breaths, his sounds, rubbing my hands over his back, kissing where I could reach. I was buried inside him, as far as I could go, and I slowly rocked into him, while he rocked into Adam.
When I was sure he was okay, I pushed a little harder.
"Adam, fuck his mouth with your tongue," I said with a grunt. Adam pulled Simon's face to his. All I could see was Adam's hands in Simon's hair.
And Simon started to make sounds like I'd never heard from him. It was a groan and a cry and a whimper, all rolled into one. So I pushed a little harder, pushing him farther into Adam and then he screamed out, so I did it again and again and again until he came.
God, he came so hard.
Adam cried out, flexing into Simon, taking Simon's pulsing cock deeper while his own orgasm spilled between them. I followed a few thrusts later.
We lay in a heap of sated limbs until I got out of bed to clean us up. After I'd washed them down with a warm, wet cloth, I crawled onto the bed on the other side of
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Simon and wrapped him up between us.
I kissed his temple. "Sy, baby, you okay?"
"Yeah, I am," he murmured with a sleepy smile.
"That was… great." He snuggled in-between us. "Love you," he said to both of us.
Adam and I both kissed the sides of his head, and we answered him together. "Love you, too."
Simon never said anything else that night. He just held tightly onto both of us, and when he'd fallen asleep, Adam leaned his head on his bent arm to look at me. He murmured, "I don't think I could love either of you any more than I do right now."
I reached out and touched his face. "Me too, baby.
Me too."
And I didn't think it would get any better than that.
I didn't know how it possibly could.
And it was only two days later that I wondered if it would all fall to shit.
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It was midafternoon before the dinner shift, and I was behind the bar helping Adam cut up his fruit garnishes.
And when I say
helping
Adam, I mean doing it all for him.
Not that I minded. He was being his usual charming self to some guests at the bar, telling them tales of nights out clubbing and making them laugh.
Four people walked in through the entrance doors, through the foyer, and toward the paved courtyard area by the pool, talking amongst themselves and looking around curiously. I recognized the two women. They were the owners of the hotel, but I had no clue as to who was with them. Adam stopped talking. He left the other guys midconversation and stepped up beside me. "Can you go get Sy?"
I looked at him. It wasn't very often he was this serious. "Sure," I told him. Then I looked at the two strange men. "Why? Who are they?"
"I don't know who the guy is in the black suit is, but that guy in the gray suit?" Adam gave a pointed glance to the middle-aged man wearing the expensive grey suit.
"That's Hartley."
Hartley. The developer who had made it his mission
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in life to rid the Gulf coast of gay people. That Hartley.
Was standing in the hotel.
Our
hotel.
I raced upstairs and even though the office door was open, I called out anyway. "Sy?"
Simon spun around to see me. "What's up?"
"The owners are downstairs," I told him quickly.
"There're two men with them. Adam said one of them is that Hartley guy."
Simon stood, grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, and with a mumbled "fuck" he went downstairs. I followed him, of course, but as he walked up to the owners and the two suited men, I returned to the bar.
I heard them make introductions, but from where Adam and I stood we could hear little else. We just watched them. I was no expert in body language, but I could tell from Simon's stance it didn't look good.
But just a few minutes later, the meeting disbanded.
The two older women left and Simon stalked over to us, leaving Hartley and his suited friend, who I assumed was either a financial or a legal adviser, standing in the open courtyard.
Simon walked in behind the bar and stood between us. He spoke in whispered tones, through gritted teeth.
"They're just here to look around, apparently." He shook his head. "The owners wanted to introduce him to me, so I
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was aware of who he was and why he was here."
A wide-eyed Adam looked at Simon. "Why is he here, Sy?"
It was very obvious why Hartley was here, but I guess Adam needed to hear it. Simon stepped closer to Adam and put his hand on Adam's arm. "They're negotiating prices. Hartley's buying the hotel."
Adam looked at Simon, then to me, then back to Simon, and he shook his head. "What does that mean?" He looked around at the hotel and the guests at the tables, in the pool. "I mean, what does that mean for this place? For us? Where does that leave us?"
Before Simon or I could answer him, Hartley and his advisor walked over to the bar. "Simon, isn't it?"
Simon answered coldly. "Yes."
"We'll just be heading off," Hartley said with a sniff. Then he looked around at the couple kissing in the pool and the couple at one of the tables. He almost sneered.
"I think I've seen enough."
Simon gave him a nod, but when Hartley turned to leave, Simon called out, "Can I ask you a question?"
Hartley gave him a sly smile. "Sure."
"What are your plans for this place?"
Hartley shrugged, like it made no difference. "I'll knock it down." He looked around at the all-male couples
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distastefully. "Build something more to my standards."
I couldn't believe it. The audacity of that arrogant, homophobic piece of shit left me speechless. The three of us watched him leave in silence, and when I turned to look at Simon, he was looking at Adam.
Adam's voice was quiet, distant. "Sy?"
"It'll be okay, Adam," he answered softly, putting his arm on Adam's hip. "It'll be okay, baby." But when Simon looked back at me, he didn't look like it was going to be okay at all.
I didn't really know what to say. What could I say?
I'd only been here for a month and now I was facing the same goddamn issues that had plagued me in Alabama. I didn't know what we were going to do. The hotel was being sold out from under us, and worse still, sold to a homophobe who had more money than he had tolerance.
Where would we live? Where would we work?
I looked at Simon. I knew he was putting on a brave face for Adam. He was always being protective of Adam, and rightly so. Adam hadn't had it easy, and the thought of being unemployed and homeless once more must have terrified him.
"We'll talk about it later," Simon said soothingly.
"After work tonight, okay? I'll go upstairs, make some phone calls, and see what I can find out."
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Adam nodded, and ever the professional, went back to serving the guys seated at the bar. He smiled for them, but it was hardly genuine. The guests didn't notice, but Simon and I certainly did.
We went about our usual work, but there were no jokes between the bar and kitchen, no silly comments, no sexy remarks. And at the end of the night, when Adam and I went upstairs to the apartment, Simon was already there.
He told us how the owners hadn't even considered selling until Hartley approached them. They knew of his reputation, they knew of his reasons for wanting the hotel, and although they didn't like the man personally, his offer was good.