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Trio
Ian was flirting with Tom. Michael had been watching Tom blush and stammer and grin for a good twenty minutes. He walked over, slid his arm around Tom's waist and smiled at Ian. Michael asked, "Care to join us?"
He did. Tom gaped at Michael for a second before grinning and nodding. Michael finished his drink and steered Tom towards the exit.
Michael was already hard. The image of Ian and Tom both kneeling in front of him taking turns sucking his cock was too much for Michael.
He wondered for a second if he'd even make it back to the hotel room. Thankfully, he did. Tom and Ian made out the whole time. Michael watched them run their hands over each others' bodies and their lips meet in frantic kisses in the rear view mirror of his rental car.
He drove faster.
When he finally got to the hotel, he breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his cock.
The elevator ride was intense. He wanted to grab one of them, or both of them, and just rub himself all over them.
He barely restrained himself.
Tom had the key. Michael reached into the pocket of Tom's jeans to retrieve it and unlock the door.
Michael wasn't really prepared for a threesome. But he was more than willing to improvise. They discovered that between the three of them, they had plenty of condoms, but not nearly enough lube. Improvising it was then.
"Both of you." They looked at him. "On your knees."
Tom moved to comply, dropping to his knees in front of Michael. Ian stepped closer and kissed Michael instead.
That was a viable option as well.
Tom started in on the buttons of Mike's pants and tugged them down. Ian kept kissing him, his scruffy beard scratched against Michael's smooth skin, his tongue pushing into Michaels mouth, and his hands rubbed up and down Michael's back. God, he was everywhere.
He moved, and stood next to Michael, watching as Tom licked Michael's cock. Michael was focusing mostly on Tom, so he missed Ian's pants coming off. But the next time he looked, the pants were pooled at Ian's feet and his cock was in his hand. Slowly, Ian stated stroking his own cock. Looking up, he asked, "We can share him, right?"
Michael swallowed hard and nodded. Tom was watching. Michael could feel his eyes.
Tom groaned and swiveled on his knees. He let go of Michael's cock and sucked Ian's into his mouth, but left his hand on Michael's cock, stroking him.
Michael watched Tom's cheeks hollow as he sucked. And as Ian rocked his hips, his cock pushed against the inside of Tom's mouth, making his cheek bulge.
It was so fucking hot.
Michael whimpered; he couldn't help it.
Tom backed off Ian and took Michael back into his mouth as he stroked Ian with his hand.
This was going to kill him. Michael couldn't close his eyes. He had to watch.
Tom switched back and forth, between their cocks, alternately stroking and sucking until Michael couldn't stand it anymore. He looked down and whispered, "Tom, you have to get naked. I want to fuck you."
He pulled away from Tom's hand and found lube and a condom. Shakily, he rolled the latex on and spread lube all over his cock, squeezing gently to stave off his orgasm.
When he turned back around, Tom was back to sucking Ian. He was naked, just as requested, his ass high in the air, waiting for Michael. Ian's hips rocked into Tom and the slurping noises only filled the silence between Ian's grunting.
Michael moved behind Tom and pulled on his hips, raising them a little so Michael could kneel behind him.
He didn't waste any time. He pushed two slicked fingers inside Tom's ass. He got a moan in response.
Michael thrust his fingers in and out as Tom rocked back into him. Apparently, he didn't want to wait either.
Michael pulled his fingers out and moved to line himself up. He held onto his cock and pushed inside of Tom.
The angle was weird because of the way Tom was bent over, still sucking on Ian, but somehow it worked. Michael closed his eyes and started to thrust.
If he watched his cock pushing into Tom's ass, he would could too soon. That was also why he couldn't watch Ian's cock sliding in and out of Tom's mouth anymore. It looked too damn good.
Michael grunted as he set his rhythm. Tom moved back into him with each stroke and he could feel the electricity starting to pool in his belly already.
He didn't know how Ian lasted as long as he did. Ian started to whisper to Tom. Things Michael couldn't quite hear, couldn't quite make out. But he wanted to. Straining, he caught only parts of what was said. "Suck me… looks good…fucking you… cock… mouth… Jesus Christ." The words turned Michael on more.
Muscles clenched down on him and he shouted as he pushed inside one final time, coming.
Panting, he opened his eyes just in time to see Ian's face twisted in climax.
Next time, he was going to be the one that put that look there. He smiled to himself as he eased out of Tom.
He leaned over to kiss Ian. "The night has just started. I am going to make you come so hard," he promised with a whisper.
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