Stormy Glenn - Blaecleah Brothers 06 - Cowboy Convenience (12 page)

John had dreamed about seeing Seamus, fantasized it to numerous jerk-off sessions. Nothing he had ever imagined came anywhere close to the reality of the man stretching out on the bed.
Damn!
“So, how do we do this?” John asked, his eyes riveted to the gorgeous body before him. He had done a lot of things in his life, but somehow he had missed threesomes. He also wasn’t real sure what was allowed and what wasn’t allowed. How did a guy ask something like that?
“Like this,” Yancy growled as he lowered his head to nuzzle the side of John’s neck. Yancy sealed his lips over John’s throat, sucking up a bruise as he slowly lowered John to the bed.
His insides formed knots, his muscles locked into place, waiting for the man to bite him. This was the first time in Yancy’s arms, and John inhaled the guy’s masculine scent straight into his lungs, wondering how anyone could smell this damn edible.
“Ohhh, that’s a good start,” John moaned as he started to tilt his head to one side to give Yancy better access. Who knew someone sucking on his neck could cause his cock to ache that damn much? Yancy licked erotically at the tender skin of John’s throat, his teeth lightly nipping John’s flesh. The sensation only made John’s cock harder, throbbing more heavily in his pants.
Gentle hands slid down John’s sides until they reached the snap on his jeans. John held his breath as Yancy slowly began to work John’s jeans free.
John wasn’t a virgin, not by any stretch of the imagination. But fuck if he wasn’t trembling slightly at the way Yancy was gazing at him.
Yancy pulled away from John’s neck and took John’s pants down and all the way off. He stopped momentarily to remove John’s shoes, and then John was naked from the waist down. That problem was solved a moment later when his shirt was whipped over his head and went sailing through the air.
Damn, I’m about to have sex with two men.
The thought startled and excited him in the same measure. But John couldn’t just lie there. He pulled at Yancy’s shirt until the man lifted his arms and allowed John to slide it over the man’s head, tossing it aside.
He couldn’t believe he was actually here with both of them. He had been fantasizing about this since he had first seen Yancy flirting with Seamus, and now, it was actually happening. He just hoped this was the first of many more times to come.
John was so caught up in the feeling of having the two men with him that he jumped when Yancy suddenly moved, tossing the comforter to the floor. Slightly confused, he watched Yancy kneel between his legs. Understanding came to him suddenly when Yancy leaned down and engulfed his aching cock.
“Oh hell,” he groaned as Yancy began sucking him, his tongue running around the edge of the head.
“He’s really good at that.”
John looked over to where Seamus was watching Yancy’s lips move over his cock. Only when he saw the intense hunger in Seamus’s eyes did he remember that Seamus had probably felt Yancy’s lips on him before.
John had to wonder why that didn’t send him into a fit of rage when it would have mere days before. He’d just wonder about it later. Right now, he was a little busy getting his brains sucked out of his dick.
“Yeah.” John laughed nervously. “He’s damn good at it.”
He watched Yancy lift his head, a wicked grin coming across his lips. He winked up at John before leaning down to take John’s thick erection back into his mouth, his tongue moving quickly over the flared head.
“Fuck!” John shouted, his hands instantly moving up to clench in Yancy’s hair, pulling the man off his cock. “You have to stop, Yancy.” Words John never wanted to utter in his life but knew he had to. “I’m too damn close.”
Yancy grinned as he moved over to swallow Seamus’s cock down to the root. John watched with a great deal of satisfaction as Seamus’s eyes fluttered closed, his jaw clenching as he dropped back against the mattress. John didn’t blame him one damn bit. The things Yancy could do with his tongue were magical.
John turned but gazed down at Yancy first, giving him a look that said he wasn’t finished with the man, not by a long shot. Yancy dipped his head, gesturing that he understood, and then John scooted up the bed behind Seamus. He lifted Seamus further up the bed, pressing his bare chest to Seamus’s naked back.
Seamus’s breath came out in a short gasp.
“Easy, baby,” John said as he pressed his lips to Seamus’s ear. “I just want to make you feel good.”
John’s lips slid over Seamus’s exposed shoulder and the curve of his neck, nibbling on the sweet-tasting flesh. He splayed his fingers and ran his hand down Seamus’s rippled chest. When his hand reached the man’s lower stomach, he felt the head of his lover’s cock pressing up against Seamus’s abdomen.
Seamus was rock hard—again.
This would be the first time John had ever been with two men at the same time, and the thought excited him. Yancy and Seamus weren’t two strangers sating a need, but—hopefully—his permanent lovers. That thought only made what they were doing more intimate, more meaningful in his mind.
John pressed his lips to the nape of Seamus’s neck and slid his tongue across the smooth expanse, tasting the salty skin as his fingers curved around Seamus’s ass. He felt the bed dip as Yancy stretched out on the other side of Seamus.
“Are you going to fuck him, John?” Yancy asked as he trailed his fingers over Seamus’s arm down to his chest. Seamus’s face flushed to the color of cherries, a small whimper falling from his lips, as Yancy’s fingers moved over the smaller man’s nipples.
John glanced down at the man lying between them. It had to be Seamus’s decision. John wasn’t going to force the man. “Seamus?”
Seamus gave a slight nod.
John mentally pumped his arm in the air. He was going to tap that tight little ass in ways he hoped left the guy bowlegged and walking funny. He had to breathe out slowly, gaining a measure of control before sliding Seamus over him and settling the smaller man between him and Yancy.
Seamus just lay between them, his deep-emerald eyes wide as they flickered from John to Yancy as if he was uncertain about his next move. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Just lay there, baby,” John said on a groan. “We’ll take care of you.”
Seamus looked skeptically at John until Yancy slid down the bed and swallowed Seamus’s cock down to the root again.
“Fuck!” Seamus shouted as his hands clenched in the bed sheets.
John just watched in fascination as Yancy worked Seamus’s cock with the expertise of a porn star. He was using his lips, tongue, and teeth as Seamus pressed back into John’s chest, his breathing becoming labored.
Gripping Seamus’s chin, John tilted the guy’s head back and kissed a trail down his neck, adding pleasure to what Yancy was already giving Seamus. The man in his arms bucked, his moans echoing through the room. John hitched his hips as he sucked at Seamus’s neck, letting his cock slide up and down the crease in Seamus’s ass.
“You want to feel my big, thick cock in your ass?” John asked Seamus, keeping his tone silky smooth.
John’s eyes dipped, locking with Yancy’s as the man continued to drive Seamus wild with his wicked mouth. There was a sparkle in Yancy’s eyes. John knew without a doubt that this man was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“I’m going to shove my dick right in here.” He pressed the tip of his finger at the entrance he soon hoped to have his cock buried in.
“Yesss,” Seamus hissed as he pushed back on John’s finger, trying to impale himself.
John chuckled.
Yancy released Seamus’s cock and moved up the bed, his eyes sultry and dark. “And then I’m going to shove my cock into your ass, John.”
John forgot how to breathe.
Well, damn!
That was an invitation he would gladly surrender to. It had been too long since he felt rough hands holding him down as he was fucked clean into the mattress.
“Hell, yeah,” John groaned before rolling Seamus onto his stomach. The dark-chocolate-haired man rolled over with ease. He jutted his ass in the air like a cat in heat, candidly showing John exactly what he wanted.
And damned if John wasn’t ready to deliver.
“Lube, we need lube.” John was desperate. He knew without a doubt—more than he had ever known anything in his entire life—that if he didn’t get his cock into Seamus’s ass in the next sixty seconds, the damn thing would break off. “Where did I put the damn lube?”
“This is your house, honey,” Yancy said. “I usually keep mine in the nightstand.”
John growled as he stood up and quickly went to the nightstand to pull out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms he had stashed there. He didn’t like to think about why Yancy would be keeping a bottle of lube handy in his nightstand. He got the whole masturbation thing. He even understood fucking Seamus, but beyond that, the man didn’t need lube.
Okay, he was getting off-track. His mind was bouncing from one random thought to the next, and John knew he had to pull himself together.
Crawling back up onto the bed, he knelt behind Seamus. He damn near ripped the lid off the lube then squirted a fair amount on his fingers before setting the bottle down on the bed. Reaching between Seamus’s ass cheeks, he rubbed the lube on Seamus, paying special attention to the small puckered hole his fingers were teasing.
“Do you like that, baby?”
John heard a high strangled cry fill the room when he pushed a finger into Seamus’s tight asshole. He thrust it in again and again, adding a second digit when he thought Seamus could take it.
John’s balls started to ache when the tremor of arousal began to shake Seamus’s slighter form. His body tingled with the need to come, but he refused to without Seamus’s pleasure coming first.
John fucked Seamus with his fingers over and over, and then alternated with one finger and then two. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm, making sure to nail Seamus’s gland as often as he could.
If John wasn’t wound so damn tight, he would love to watch Seamus fall apart from his fingers alone. But he knew that was
not
going to happen because he had dreamt of fucking the man’s ass for eons.
Not sure of Seamus’s total acceptance, he pulled his fingers from Seamus’s ass and quickly tore open one of the condom packages, rolling the protection down his aching length. He grabbed his cock, pushing the head against the man’s pulsing entrance. Pushing just a little, he looked up and down Seamus.
“Seamus?” he whispered quietly.
A moment later he was moaning softly as Seamus quickly pushed back against him. John watched himself slowly sink into Seamus, astounded by the silken heat surrounding him. He slowly fucked his way in, stretching Seamus’s tight ring of muscles around his thick girth inch by glorious inch.
As he felt himself press in the last little bit, his hands clenched against Seamus’s hips. Tremors started to shake his body. This was going to be the shortest sex scene in history…like milliseconds.
“Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Glad…” A small shudder wove its way through Seamus’s body. “Glad you approve.”
Hell, yeah, he approved. He had been fantasizing about fucking Seamus’s little ass since the day he met the man. His fantasies were just never this good. John started to move, as slowly as his body would allow him to, thrusting his hips forward then pulling back until just the head of his cock remained gripped in Seamus’s tight hole.
The feeling of being inside of Seamus was amazing. The breath hissed through his teeth as he began to push back in again. Little by little, as Seamus’s body seemed to start sucking him right in, John began moving faster. He felt like it was his first time again. He didn’t think he would last very long.
It just felt too damn good.
He jerked when he felt Yancy’s hand on his back, pressing him down over Seamus’s back. He leaned forward, bracing his body on his arms. He could feel his breath beating down across the nape of Seamus’s neck as he moved.
John heard the cap on the bottle of lube snap, and then he felt Yancy’s hands at his ass, spreading his cheeks as he pushed a finger into him, moving it around several times before adding a second one, then a third, stretching him quickly and thoroughly.
“Yancy,” he cried out as his arms shook.
“Just do what comes naturally, honey.” Yancy chuckled as the sound of another condom package tearing filled the air. A moment later, Yancy replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into John with one swift lunge.
They both froze at the pleasurable sensation. John loved the feeling of Yancy’s rigid length buried inside his sweat-slick body. It was just as good as feeling his own cock buried inside of Seamus.
“Yancy.” John wasn’t begging, not exactly. He was just highly suggesting that the damn man hurry the hell up, or the show would be over before John got fucked into the mattress. He could already feel a small tingle at the base of his cock, and he knew he didn’t have long before he blew.
He was kind of hoping to take his lovers with him. Never before had he experienced this dual sensation, and it had him teetering over the edge.
“Now, honey,” Yancy whispered into John’s ear.
John gasped and held on as his ring of muscle squeezed down on the invasion. He almost couldn’t breathe through the pleasure that raced through him as Yancy stretched him. He pushed out, grinding into the thrusts to take Yancy’s cock deeper, then drove his hips forward, sinking into Seamus.
He felt his arms and legs start to tremble as Yancy began a swift thrusting motion, moving in and out of him. Each thrust of Yancy’s hips pushed him deeper into Seamus. It took John just a few moments to get the rhythm as he began to pump slowly in and out of Seamus.
He could feel Seamus’s tight channel contract around his cock with almost brutal intensity. John’s hand moved under Seamus to skim his stomach and chest. He stroked down, tracing his fingers over Seamus’s hard shaft.
John’s fingers gripped Seamus’s cock. He moaned softly at the erotic sight as Seamus threw back his head and cried out. With one strong stroke, John felt wet warmth slide over his fingers as Seamus came, his ass clenching and milking John in the most sensual way he had ever encountered.
He rammed his cock harder and harder into Seamus, rocking the bed with the force of his thrusts. The long thick cock that seemed to fill him so perfectly brushed across his prostate with every thrust of Yancy’s hips. He groaned as Yancy’s angle altered and his sweet spot was struck again and again.
His thrusts faltered as his orgasm grabbed him by the balls and ripped a loud cry from him. John threw his head back, his movements frantic as his cock exploded, filling the condom with his seed.