Middle Men

I love being fucked while I’m kissing a man who’s being fucked. My boyfriend, Peter, shares the same proclivity. We also like variety in our other lovers. For both Peter and me, an evening of menages with friends is the hottest sex in the world.

Unfortunately, we both want to be the one in the middle. After much very satisfying experimentation, we decided the best way to get what we wanted, every time, was to share our favorite position. So now, when other men join us in our queen-size bed, a frequent occurrence in our sex-soaked boudoir, Peter and I, lip-locked like copulating snakes, become “the one in the middle” together.

Fuck, it gets me off. His favorite position for the rest of his body is lying on his back with his head in the middle of the bed, his hips on the edge. His sun-bleached hair falls softly on the pristine white sheets, his gray eyes sparkling as he grins. Tonight he shoves a pillow under his ass and lifts his legs, tipping back so his half-hard dick lies leaking on the line of dark blond hair leading down from his belly button to the tiny thatch on his pubes. Just looking at him makes my dick drool.

His shoulders wriggle against the sheets, his muscles flexing. The band of Celtic knots around his right biceps dances as he grips his knees. He pulls his tanned, lightly furred thighs up and out, spreading them wide over the ocean of one-thousand-count Egyptian cotton beneath him. We’re both such sensation sluts. Just seeing him moving on the bed is so fucking hot.

I kneel on the opposite side of the mattress and bend over, my ass in the air, my weight on my elbows. My arms rest beside his left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Close enough for me to appreciate the contrast of my darker skin beside his. I lean over to kiss him, long and slow and wet.

“Hey, sweetie,” he whispers as we both come up for air. I laugh and kiss him again, moaning in pleasure as we both wriggle against the soft, cotton sheets. Our sheets put a huge dent in our budget. After every night of menages, we’re buried in laundry. It’s so fucking worth it.

For a moment, I ignore the voices around us, but I can’t help smiling. Kyle has stepped up between Peter’s legs. My honey hasn’t seen him yet: short, stout, muscular Kyle with the buzz-cut black hair and ripped abs and the nipple rings shining in the dark fur covering his chest. His dick isn’t particularly long, but it’s the thickest slab of cock I’ve ever seen. There’s no way in hell I’d let him up my ass. Peter knows this. He knows my pretty pink sphincter cringes just thinking about it!

Peter always lets him in. What I love best is sucking my sweetie’s tongue while he’s being penetrated. He goes all soft and sensitive. His entire body is so relaxed and loving and, well, receptive. It makes my own ass hungry to be filled. Desperately hungry.

With Kyle’s first touch, Peter moans in anticipation. The sounds Peter makes tell me what Kyle is doing. A long, slow rim job. Lots of lube and stretching. Then more lube—a lot more! Peter and I kiss and suck, moving just enough to keep my arms from going numb, loving each other’s mouths, playing with our dicks, breathing as one man as we offer our holes to the men who will take pleasure from them.

I shudder in bliss as fingers stroke me, tongues rim, and cocks take turns sliding in and riding me hard. I kiss Peter, sharing my pleasure with him. I’ve been fucked by four guys by the time Kyle starts inching up Peter’s ass. I haven’t come yet, but my hole is deliciously loose. My joy-spot hums as my dick goes hard and soft and hard again while I kiss and tongue my honey’s mouth. Peter pants and moans. He whispers filthy, pleading fuck words, telling me how his shaft is leaking onto his belly as Kyle works him open.

“It burns!” he pants against my lips. “Unh, unh, UNH!” His breath is warm and frantic. He smells of Bacardi and Coke and the Thai food we had for dinner. He tips his head back, opening his mouth wide, giving me his tongue to suck. When I open my eyes, I can see Kyle’s wrists, showing just beneath the rounded edges of Peter’s balls. Kyle’s arms are moving slowly and firmly, rocking side to side, ruthlessly stretching my sweetie’s asshole open. Kyle meets my eyes, grinning wickedly. He holds his arms wide apart, pulling until the cords pop in his forearms.

Precum sluices through my dick. Ricco is fucking me. I recognize the delectable curve of his long, slender dick. He shafts me slowly, sliding exquisitely through my well-used asslips. He doesn’t mind being fourth. He likes a leisurely fuck in an accommodating hole. Mine is exceptionally accommodating. His balls bounce softly against mine. I suck Peter’s tongue, my lips tightening as I draw him deep. My asshole twitches in a futile attempt to clench Ricco’s shaft. He laughs and fucks me harder.

“Don’t even think about it, dude.” His balls slap against mine. “Your hole’s so loose I could drive a fucking truck through it!” I groan as he grinds deep. “Or my big ol’ dick!”

Peter shivers and opens his mouth wider, giving me more of his tongue as he groans against me. I close my eyes, listening to the slap, slap of Ricco’s balls against my sac, enjoying how my lover enjoys hearing the sound of me being fucked.

Peter’s next moan is softer, the shiver deeper. Kyle has taken one glistening hand from Peter’s ass. Kyle grabs the lube. He holds the bottle over Peter’s ass and squeezes out another long, clear stream. Peter shudders. He has told me so often how he loves the cold shock of lube inside him, just before he’s pierced by a big, hot cock. I take his shudder in my mouth, kissing him, kissing and kissing and kissing while Ricco’s cock thrusts in my hole, until finally I have to come up for air.

Kyle’s grin splits his face. While I was distracted by Peter’s tongue, Kyle has covered himself with a thickly ribbed condom. My sweetie is all about sensation. Kyle pours lube on his fat, monster cock. I smile against Peter’s lips, kissing him again, my lips curving so much I almost break the connection between us.

Peter’s moans are getting louder. Kyle has one hand on Peter’s hip, the other guiding his sledgehammer dick in. Ricco is fucking me more slowly now, but his cock is twitching. He’s breathing hard. He is close to coming, but he’s trying not to bounce me around too much while Kyle is sliding in. Ricco knows Peter needs me sucking his tongue to keep him relaxed enough to take that huge, meaty slab.

Despite our deep tongue-kissing, Peter’s body is tightening. Wordless cries vibrate against my lips. Kyle is pressing through my honey’s gate. My body stiffens, too, my ass trying to squeeze Ricco’s cock.

“Easy, dude,” he murmurs, stroking my back. He pauses with just the tip inside me, holding me open, making me wait to be fucked again as I force myself to relax my body, relax my mouth. With my lips soft and dripping spit, I shove my tongue in Peter’s mouth, breathing with him, helping him keep his mouth open, helping him stay open, keep his asshole open as Kyle relentlessly presses in.

Even my eyes are open. I can see both of Kyle’s hands, one on Peter’s hip, one holding his cock steady as he leans forward, spearing Peter’s ass. Peter’s breath is frantic, his cries almost sobs. “Jerk your cock,” Kyle growls.

I close my eyes, twist my body so I can reach my cock, ignoring even the heavenly feel of Ricco sliding back through my asshole as I concentrate on the feel of Peter’s tongue on mine, the feel of my hand on my cock as our tongues lash deeper, harder, stronger.

Peter’s shoulder tenses against me, his hand moving in rhythm with mine. He strains, bearing down. Now he is sucking my tongue, drawing me in. He stiffens, then he is wailing into my mouth, vibration electrifying my tongue as he arches against me. Kyle’s stiff, fat cock is sliding through my lover’s hole. Peter cries like a wounded bird, wordless “eee’s” piercing my ears as he trembles uncontrollably against me.

“Yeah, baby! Let me in!” Kyle’s growl is deep and unyielding. He knows how much my lover needs the reassurance that Kyle is not going to stop—no matter what, no matter how much Peter yells and shakes. My sweetie’s ass is going to be fucked and fucked well. His ass is going to be taken by a man who will not hear the word no. A man who has negotiated with him, in advance, that unless I say to stop, that man is going to fuck my honey’s quivering, clenching hole until it milks the cum through the cocktube fucking him, until my lover howls as his own dick shoots.

Peter shrieks. I come on the sheets, my dick spurting as I frantically suck my lover’s tongue. Ricco is laughing, pounding me hard and fast now, fucking toward his own climax as I shake beneath him. My ass is twitching. Ricco knows I’m coming, but that fucker won’t stop. He knows that as much as I love being fucked, his dick isn’t what’s making me come. I’m coming because I know Kyle’s cock is finally spearing deep up my honey’s ass. Kyle’s fat, stiff, sausage dick is tunneling through my sweetie’s hole, stretching it so wide and making it burn so bad, my lover’s dick can’t help drooling. Peter’s hand grips the side of my head, yanking my hair until it feels like he’s pulling it out by the roots.

I open my eyes to see streams of precum oozing onto my sweetie’s belly. His other hand is on his dick, pulling the flushed red skin over his stiff, slick shaft. Kyle is fucking deep and slowly now. Peter’s mouth is finally relaxing. He peppers my lips with light, frantic kisses. His lips are all over the place, like he can’t control where they’re landing. In back of me, Ricco stiffens and moans, shaking as he slams in deep, emptying himself up my ass.

I shudder through his come, shake more as he slowly pulls free. I love feeling the difference between the thrust of a hungry dick and the leisurely retreat of a spent one. He steps away, then someone else steps in back of me. I hear a condom wrapper tearing. Lube squirts. A different, tenor chuckle. Jaden. I relax against Peter’s lips. Jaden’s dick is average, but he has huge, heavy balls and he lasts forever. He lasts as long as Kyle does.

Kyle has lifted Peter’s ankles to his shoulders. Kyle has one hand on the bed, supporting his weight. The other is wrapped firmly around Peter’s balls, rolling them, tugging the wrinkled pink sac as Peter moans and arches up. Peter’s balls are deliciously sensitive. He opens his mouth farther, sucks tentatively on my tongue, trembling softly as I moan and press against him.

Jaden’s thrusts are deep and rhythmic, each long, slow stroke drawing sensation through the entire length of my chute. He grabs my hips, tipping me forward as he slides in deep—and grinds, right into my joy-spot. I buck up, crying out into Peter’s mouth as hot precum leaks through my cock. Precum mixed with the last drops from my first orgasm. Fuck, oh fuck, it feels good! Peter sucks my tongue hard, his voice rising as he shudders against me.

Jaden reaches between my legs. He grabs my balls. Tugging. Squeezing just the right amount to make them climb my throbbing dick. Peter is bucking against me. Our mouths are open like anacondas, sliding on our spit as our tongues move frantically over each other. An unexpected cry rises in my throat. Jaden’s dick is punching my prostate. The cum is rising from my balls, from my almost painfully squeezed balls.

Peter bows up against me, his whole body stiff as a lance. His wails move over my teeth. Lava-hot cum erupts through my dick. Then Peter is shaking and howling, bucking against me as I jerk against him, our dicks spurting in blinding, perfect orgasms as I yell until my throat hurts.

Afterward, Peter and I lie quietly against each other, kissing and tonguing, our deep, rhythmic breathing once again perfectly matched as Kyle and Jaden fuck us until their dicks are finally spent, too. It takes them a long time, but I don’t care. Peter doesn’t seem to mind either. The air is ripe with the smell of sweat and ass and lube. The sheets are wet beneath us and the voices of our lovers echo in the background. My hole is raw and tender. Peter’s quivers tell me his is, too. We grin tiredly against each other’s lips, letting our wasted holes bring pleasure to the men who have brought us such exquisite pleasure as well. Once again, we are both exactly where we want to be—sandwiched together as one man, the one in the middle, together.