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The smile of victory spread across Richard's face.

What the hell am I doing?

“That'd be something,” he said. “That sound good to you, kid?”

Matthew whimpered. With his body pushing in close, he couldn't hide the shake. Out of anticipation or trepidation? I took the cue and changed the subject. Why the hell was I still lying beside them, talking to them, anyway?

I rolled onto my back. “How long you been coming here?” I asked Richard.

“Years. I took a break for a while when I was in a relationship.” He went into the bathroom and returned with a couple of towels. He stretched out next to Matthew again. “I was a bit older than you, kid, when the club opened. I joined not too long after.”

“Wow.” Matthew lifted his head and cocked it to the side. “There were other gay men all the way back then?”

Richard slid a hand under him and pinched his ass. “Funny.”

Matthew giggled and smacked at Richard's arm. “Was the club like it is now?”

“No, it was a bit different back in the
Stone Age
.” He rolled his eyes. “It was in a smaller building with three open rooms. The sex was less private. The entire club was more casual, less official. And it was all about the sex. Now a lot of members are into playing one game or another.” Lost in some memory, his gaze fixated on a spot at the foot of the bed. On the end of a long exhale, he faced us again. “How about you, Luke? You new here?”

“Six months ago.”

“Where'd you play before?”

“Not at a club.” I stretched out and curled my arms under my head. “I made my way through the gay bars, hoping to find what I wanted. Most men were looking for a quick fuck, but some wanted more. Or they wanted to know you before they'd be up for anything physical. I wasn't getting what I needed. A guy I'd been with a while back told me about the club, said he was on a waiting list. I knew this place was for me the first night. The bar, the dining room, the lounge, all filled with men I'd never seen before.”

“You keep up with your no repeats thing,” Richard said, “you'll need a new club before long.” The laugh after his words didn't fit how he'd said them.

I took it as the joke he'd made it out to be and shrugged. Anxious at my own comfort level with them, I wanted to get up and leave the room. I chose to move away from conversation. Maybe having more of them would help me get them out of my head.

It gave me some comfort to think I might be able to get over the foreign, intense desire I felt for them.

I leaned over Matthew and kissed Richard, trying to use my tongue in the same manner they'd used theirs on me. We traded kisses with each other, then with Matthew, our hands roaming, our lips lingering in a sated, slow rhythm that seemed to have nothing to do with sex. I had no idea how long it went on. The club may have closed for the night for all I knew. I took their dicks in my hands, trying to will their bodies back to an interest in screwing, trying to convince myself I didn't enjoy the drawn out way we touched and moved.

When the kissing turned desperate, I knew they were ready. I had officially kissed them more than any other men in the last fifteen years.

“So in all seriousness,” I said to Richard, “you only top, or are you going to let me fuck you?”

He smirked. “I definitely need a man in me from time to time, and tonight"— he grasped my dick in his hand—"I want you inside me.” He pumped a tight fist over my shaft.

Matthew moaned and rocked against my body. It seemed everything we did or said turned him into a pile of sexual mush.

I swung off the bed in search of more condoms and lube.

“C'mere, Matthew.” Richard growled the command in a low voice. “I'm gonna suck you till you scream.”

“Oh, God.” Matthew froze. Richard had to help him slide over.

I handed Richard a condom, and a moment later, he swallowed the man's shaft.

Matthew's head flew back. His body arched; his hips rolled.

The sight of Richard's head between Matthew's legs and the sound of loud pants and moans triggered an ache in my balls. I didn't need any more encouragement to move in and join them.

I helped Richard to his knees as I massaged and cupped his ass, admiring the solid muscles, the dark skin, the fine brush of masculine hair. I didn't take too much time to get him open but, for a moment, I did wish for something I never thought about— fucking bare.

I clutched at the bed beside me for the condom. When my hand came up empty, I cursed and groped around until my fingers clasped the rubber. I sheathed my dick and lubed it. The contact of my cock against Richard nearly triggered my release. I needed inside him. I couldn't wait one more second.

It all reminded me of the first time I'd had anal sex. A goddamn teenager again.

I plunged into him. He must have pulled off Matthew because his low groan couldn't have made its way out around the dick in his mouth. He rocked back onto me a few times before he returned his attention to the blowjob.

“Yeah, yeah, Richard. Please.” Matthew's voice sounded hoarse.

Richard's ass gripped me with a fierce clench. When had anyone last taken him? I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't still my movements. He felt unreal around me, tighter than I'd had in a while.

A husky groan exploded out of Matthew. His writhing beneath Richard had me coming faster than I wanted, but nothing could have stopped me. I fell onto Richard's back as my breath slowed. I pressed a light kiss to his shoulder and forced my mind blank before I could evaluate the action.

“Fifth,” Matthew said. A giggle slipped out.

I lifted my head. “Huh?”

“That's your fifth today.”

Richard moaned.

“I think someone still needs to come.” I moved off him.

“Uh-huh.” Matthew scooted forward under Richard. He wrapped his hand around the man's cock and gave his mouth a fierce kiss. When the kiss ended, Richard sat on his heels. Matthew slid closer and cupped a second hand under his balls.

Richard swatted the hands away. “Ride me?”

Matthew's eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”

“Want to know how you feel around me.” Richard hauled Matthew to him. “Wanted it since I first saw you. Couldn't stand the thought of those other guys with you tonight.”

“Me either,” I said and clamped my mouth closed.
Shut the hell up.

I reached for a condom and handed it along with the lube to Matthew. His hands shook as he worked open the wrapper and rolled the condom on Richard's thick cock. He added lube over it and his own body. My breath caught in my chest when he touched himself.

Matthew's cock had filled again, and droplets slid over the tip by the time he straddled the other man's thighs. He gasped as he lowered himself over Richard, and when he settled on the man's lap, a low sigh escaped him.

“He fills you up good, doesn't he?” I asked.

“God, yes.” Matthew clutched at Richard's shoulders. He waited until his body stopped shuddering before he rose up and rammed back down.

“Kid!” Richard screamed. “Do that again.”

He did. Again. And again. And I watched with utter fascination.

Matthew didn't stop with words or sounds the entire time he rode Richard's lap. He bounced, skin smacking, his ass swallowing the thick cock with each downward plunge. If I hadn't come so many times, my prick would have been coming back to life at the sight of them together. Matthew's lean leg muscles flexed with each lift. I ran a hand over his thigh as he dropped onto Richard again.

Why the hell was I touching him there?

I repositioned myself behind Matthew and slid my hand between them. With a few strokes, he came, a loud chorus of “yes, yes, yes” ringing out. He collapsed, his arms wrapped tight around Richard's neck.

Richard grunted through his last pushes upward, and once he stilled, he petted Matthew's back, the touch soft as he swept his fingers over the pale skin. The way I remembered petting my childhood dog, not something I ever did to another person.

I leaned forward and my chest pressed Richard's hand harder against Matthew's back. “Three,” I whispered in Matthew's ear. “You've got me beat, at least in this room.”

“Yeah. Uh-huh.” Matthew's strained voice was barely audible. His breathing evened out as he came back to us from the far-off sated place he'd gone.

“Damn,” Richard said. An exasperated sigh clung to the word.

“What?” I spread out with my head on the pillows. What the hell could be wrong after all that?

“Matthew still didn't get to fuck me.”

“Oh.” Matthew's body shook, his voice raspy.

Richard laughed. “Hey, kid, how long you been coming here?”

“Almost four years.” Matthew slipped off Richard's lap and unfolded beside me.

My jaw dropped.

Richard stood and grabbed more towels. He settled across the bed, leaned forward, and brushed the cloth over Matthew.

Matthew gasped at the touch of cotton to skin as if the towel didn't separate them.

“Were you even legal then?” Richard asked. He threw the towels toward the bathroom.

“Yeah. I may not look it, but I'm twenty-two, been coming here since I turned nineteen.” He shrugged. A blush crept over his cheeks and down his neck. “I applied nine months after I graduated from high school. I wasn't on the waiting list for too long. At my interview they said they usually don't accept members under twenty, but I must have made an impression with my enthusiasm for all things sex.”

“Did they ask for an audition?” Richard asked. “'Cause that could explain it.”

“No.” Matthew frowned. His eyebrows drew in.

The look didn't sit right with me. Not on him.

“Oh wait. I did blow the guy.” He laughed, and his face lit up.

Richard dropped his head forward. “Man, you are too much fun. And sexy as fuck.”

“I am?”

“Hell yes.”

Matthew stretched his arms over his head. “I'd like a shower.” He leaned over to me. “Wanna join me?”

Every muscle in my body tightened.

Richard snorted. “Now, now, you've scared the skittish thing. And after all this talking, which I'm pretty sure our friend here isn't used to doing after sex. On top of the fact he's here with us again even though he's
never
with the same guys twice.”

I threw him a challenging stare. I wanted to prove something to him, but why did I care what he thought of me? “Come on, kid. I can go for a shower.”

Matthew jumped off the bed and followed me.

“Good for you, Luke.” Richard stretched out on his back. “You two wore me out. I'm going to lie here for a while longer.”

Matthew bounded back to the bed and planted a kiss on him. Richard's hands found Matthew's ass and tugged him onto his large body. They lingered over the kiss, hands groping, skin sliding over skin.

I leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and watched Matthew's ass move, watched his balls sway as he gyrated with the kiss. If he kept it up, he'd have Richard hard again in no time.

When they finally parted, Matthew made his way to the bathroom with a bounce in his step. He rubbed the back of his hand along my thigh as he slid past me.

I followed him in, turned on the water, and held the shower door open. He stepped under the spray, a new bar of soap in his hands. I stood back for a moment and admired his lean, smooth body and the way his wavy hair straightened under the weight of the water. I hadn't showered with anyone else in such close proximity since high school gym class.

I stepped closer and reached out. Matthew turned to me, and I halted my hand in midair. Wanting to touch him had nothing to do with getting off, returning a favor, or trying to convince him to go to bed with me. I simply wanted to touch his skin, feel his warmth under my fingers, and follow the dip and rise of each lean muscle as it fanned out from his middle.

Matthew watched me with his dark eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, the rest of his body still, waiting for my touch to connect us again.

My fingers danced in the air as if they'd already made up their minds, but the rest of me held them back. I inched my hand closer and trailed my fingers over his abdomen, traced the thin line of dark hair leading to his crotch with the pad of my thumb. He stepped into the touch. My hands explored around his cock, his sac, his thighs, and back up his body. He raised his hands to me and lathered the soap up my arms and over my shoulders.

He touched every part of my body and rotated between washing me and himself. Light, playful contact. My spent cock was just coming back to life when he turned the water off and got out of the shower.

I stepped out behind him. “I guess I can add tease to your list of qualities.” Although, hadn't I teased too?

Matthew grinned and wrinkled his nose. He wrapped a towel around his waist and moved toward the door. I grabbed a hold of his wrist. His body came to mine with ease. We touched from shin to chest, the embrace more personal than any I'd known with another man, and we still had the towel between us.

I didn't think. I buried my face in his neck. “You smell good.” He tilted his head, and I licked and sucked on his skin.

“It's the soap. They have nice soap here.”

“Uh-uh. It's you. I thought it was your cologne, but now I know it's you.” I kissed him. Why the hell couldn't I let go? And why was I telling him anything at all?

His fingers glided over my back. My skin quivered from the feathery touch. Right when I couldn't stand it any longer, he scraped his fingernails down my back and over my ass.

Without warning, he broke off the kiss. “Luke. I like the way your body moves when I touch you. It's like your skin wants to be closer to me. Like I'm making it feel special.”

“No one's touched me the way you do. You and Richard.”

“Speaking of... ” Matthew backed up, holding my hand until he found the doorknob. He sashayed into the main room. “Shit.”

I followed him out.

Richard was gone.

“I thought he'd stay.”

I snatched up my pants. “Why would you think that?” The words came out more pissed than I intended. And I didn't want to admit it wasn't Matthew who had pissed me off. I'd just had some of the best sex in a long time, and I should have been enjoying the high, not angry over some guy who left the room before I did.