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13 Foot Gator Two: Three Isn't Always A Crowd
Michael wakes up sometime in the middle of the night. He’s curled between Tom and Jamie. She’s in front of him, her face buried in his chest and Tom behind. Their hands rest on his hip, twined together.
He has no idea what to do. He wonders if he should leave? He doesn’t really want to, and if he does, things will probably be awkward. Michael shifts, ends up a little closer to Tom.
“Shh, stay. Sleep.” Words are whispered into his ear by a half-asleep Tom and it makes him smile and snuggle closer. If Tom wants him to stay, he will.
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Jamie has moved and Michael has twisted at some point. Now, he is facing Tom and she is stretched out against his back. It’s actually really nice. He opens his eyes and reaches up with one hand to brush the hair out of Tom’s face. He is so beautiful when he sleeps.
Bright green eyes open and stare at him before a smile breaks across Tom’s face. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hi,” Michael whispers back.
“You’re okay?”
Michael nods and buries closer, tucking his head under Tom’s chin. He can feel the burgeoning erection against his thigh, and he smiles. At least it wasn’t a fluke. Jamie stirs against his back, her arms tighten around him as she presses light kisses against his neck.
“Morning,” she says in a soft voice. Her breasts press into his back and when she moves, Michael closes his eyes. His own cock starts to stir. Maybe he’ll get that blowjob he’d wanted last night.
Tom kisses the top of Michael’s head and then shifts so he could lean over and kiss Jamie. Michael doesn’t want to interrupt, so he keeps still, but their hands are still stroking him. Jamie’s smaller hands slip around to his stomach, brushing lightly against both his and Tom’s skin. Tom’s very big, very different hands are at his back
His cock is well on its way to being completely hard. One of Tom’s thighs has insinuated itself between Michael’s legs and is providing excellent friction when he thrusts against it. He can’t help it – Tom just feels so good!
Moving back, Tom looks at him and leans in towards Michael. “I have a question, Mike,” he says after a quick kiss. “How do you feel about sucking my cock…again?”
Michael groans and closes his eyes. “That could be arranged.” He stops for a second and turns, lying on his back between his new lovers. “But I don’t want you to be bored, Jamie,” he says with a slight grin.
“I really don’t see how I could be, watching you blow my husband. But I suppose I could find something to keep myself entertained.” She slides her hand down to stroke his cock.
“God, yes. I knew you were industrious.”
Jamie grins and then leans over Michael’s chest to kiss Tom, all the while, her hands busy on Michael. Okay, that is fucking hot. Michael tries not to buck into her hand. He wants her mouth, but doesn’t know if he should ask or just hope that she’ll suck his cock.
Tom pulls back and moves to straddle Michael’s face. He kneels there and grips his cock with one hand. Michael opens his mouth wide and closes his eyes. As Tom pushes slowly into his mouth, he tries to keep his teeth covered. It’s kind of an awkward position and he really hasn’t tried blowing anyone like this before.
The heavy, rough slide of Tom’s cock in his mouth overwhelms him. He can still feel Jamie’s hands on him, but it feels so far away that all he can concentrate on is Tom. His hands rest on Tom’s thighs, and he uses that for leverage to tip his head back a little. A little shift of Tom’s hips, moving to get a more comfortable angle and that seems to be just the thing that is needed.
Tom’s shallow thrusts become deeper and he slips into his throat on the next push in. Michael can hear him groan but all he can do is swallow. Michael’s eyes are watering, but they fly open when he feels a warm wetness surround his own cock.
Jesus Christ. Jamie’s delicate mouth surrounding him probably looks obscene. He can picture her lips stretched around his cock and the image forces him to buck a little. He can feel her clutch at his thighs, but she doesn’t back off. Instead, he can feel the vibrations through her throat as she moans.
They are going to kill him and it is so going to be worth it.
Tom is saying his name. Michael opens his eyes, trying to focus, only to be met with a heated stare. “Do you want Jamie to fuck you? She wants to. She could ride you just like this. Can you imagine her tight little pussy around your cock, Mike? Do you want that?”
He feels Jamie's lips and tongue travel to the end of his cock. Air hits the sensitive tissue as she leaves a kiss on the head while she continues to jerk him off. Michael wonders if Jamie wants him. He certainly hopes so. Of course he wants her to fuck him. Part of him wishes that Tom isn’t in the way so he can watch, but there is no way that Michael is going to stop sucking the cock in his mouth.
“I want to feel you inside me, Michael. Do you want to fuck me?” Jamie asks softly.
Michael can only answer with a groan. Tom pushes a little harder into his throat and says in a husky voice, “Do it, Jamie. Fuck him.”
Closing his eyes again and praying that he doesn’t come too soon, Michael hears the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper and then the telltale feeling of a condom being rolled onto his cock.
This is really going to happen. He is really going to fuck Tom’s wife while Tom fucks his mouth. He tries not to move, tries not to do anything but feel. Tom bucks and pushes into his throat again and Michael squeezes his eyes shut as he feels Jamie grasp his cock and start to lower herself onto him.
Michael can hardly believe the sensations that are bombarding him. Even through the thin rubber, he can feel Jamie’s heat surrounding him as she rises and falls on his cock, building a rhythm that he can tell is sure to get her off quickly. Her gasps and tiny moans reach his ears, and then Tom is moaning above him too.
“Michael…fuck.” Michael opens his eyes to watch. His body is being used and he loves every second of it.
Tom’s head turns to one side, watching Jamie. His hips have stilled and Michael has to do more work to bring him off. He sucks and licks, paying close attention to the head. Tom turns his head back and meets Michael’s eyes. “I want to fuck you again,” he whispers.
Michael shivers. God, that voice, the look in Tom’s eyes combined with Jamie fucking him is almost enough to make him come. Nodding and panting as Tom pulls out of his mouth and moves to the side, Michael doesn’t really want to stop Jamie, but they are going to have to move if Tom is going to get to do what he wants.
And Michael really wants to let Tom fuck him again.
He groans as Jamie grinds herself down on him. He can tell she is rubbing her clit against the base of his cock and it feels fucking amazing. Tom leans down and their lips meet in a fierce kiss. An arm stretches across Michael’s stomach and he feels Tom’s fingers down by his cock again, only this time they aren’t really touching him.
It’s only a brief kiss before Tom breaks the contact and twists up on his knees to focus his attentions on Jamie. He kisses her gently and brushes his free thumb across her nipple. The hand that Michael felt earlier is buried between his and Jamie’s legs, and he feels him rubbing her. God, Tom is going to make her come while she is on top of him. Michael bucks up, the realization almost too much for him.
Her cries fill the room as she grinds down against his cock and Tom’s hand a final time, coming. “That’s it,” Tom soothes. He pets her hair again and lifts her, moving her to lie next to Michael.
Jamie still shakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm as Michael feels Tom’s cool slick fingers brushing against his hole. He is really close to coming himself. It’s too much to hold back.
The condom is stripped off of his cock by strong, nimble fingers and Tom starts to stroke. “Shit, Tom. You have to stop or I’m going to come before you’re inside me. I want to come with your cock inside me. Please.”
His pleas tumble from his lips before he can stop them. Michael really doesn’t want Tom to stop, but he is so close that there’s no other way. He hears Tom chuckle from somewhere that sounds far away, but the stroking stops and, instead, two fingers push into his ass.
Fucking amazing. The groan may be his or Tom’s, but it doesn’t really matter. Jamie seems to be catching her breath. She lifts her head, and smiles at Michael with lust-filled eyes. Her mouth finds his and she molds herself against his side.
Tom’s fingers inside him twist and jab, hitting his prostate with an accuracy that might be scary if he actually thinks about it. “I hope you’re ready, Mike. Because I’m going to fuck you, now.”
Michael tears his mouth from Jamie’s. “Do it, Tom. Fuck me.”
He feels hands on the backs of his knees, pushing him into a position that should be awkward, but instead just forces him to focus on Tom’s cock entering him. When he pulls away from Jamie’s kiss, her lips travel down to his neck and her tongue licks a trail down his chest. But Michael can’t think about that when Tom fucks him. Deep, hard thrusts that burn inside. He isn’t stretched enough, but fuck it if he cares.
Especially when Jamie’s mouth closes over his cock.
He sobs, babbling nonsense as he nears his climax. Faster strokes inside him and hands on his balls and it’s a combined effort to make him come. Too fucking much, too fucking good. Michael shoves a fist into his mouth and grabs onto the sheet with the other as he arches off the bed, spilling into Jamie’s mouth.
It’s like total body meltdown. Sensations course through him and he fights to keep breathing. Too much oxygen or too little, he can’t tell which it is as he takes in huge mouthfuls of air. Faintly he feels Jamie let his cock go, but Tom is still pushing inside of him.
He tries to find his voice, to encourage Tom to come, to beg him to fuck him harder, but all he can do is moan. Muffled noises find his ears and he forces his eyes open to watch. It’s Jamie’s turn to make Tom come on top of him. She kisses him, an arm around his waist as her fingers do something behind him that Michael can’t see.
“Tom,” he breathes as he strains up.
After only a few strokes, Tom stills, buried inside him, groaning loudly. Michael feels him practically vibrate as he climaxes. Jesus, he’s beautiful when he comes. Jamie runs her fingers through his hair and whispers words that Michael can’t hear.
Michael closes his eyes as Tom gently pulls out of him. He knows they are all going to have a talk soon. But maybe he can get away with a nap and a shower before anything is discussed. Tom settles in behind him, spooning him. Jamie snuggles into the curve of his neck. Maybe it will all be okay.
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