Three Is Just Enough (13 page)

“Ah, fuck. That’s so good.”

Cole flicked his tongue over the center and inhaled deeply, the smell of Dalton’s musk a natural high for Cole. His mind reeled at the thought of taking Dalton’s virginity. He carefully explored as he lost himself in the sensations, tastes and smells that engulfed his body and mind.

Cole grabbed one cheek in each hand and plunged his face in. He slurped and licked as Dalton moaned and rose to meet him. Cole’s cock swung rigidly between his legs and his nipples were so hard they ached. His lust increased as Dalton bucked under his exploration. With each passing second the whirl of ardor, pleasure and love built.

Reluctantly, Cole rose to his knees and ran his hand through the pile of toys, finding the smallest dildo and grabbing the lube. He dribbled a thin stream of gel down Dalton’s crack and pushed it across his wet pucker. Dalton’s instantaneous response was a groan that shook the walls. Grabbing one of the condoms, he unrolled it over the dildo and coated it thickly with gel. Dalton’s spread legs beckoned and he started rubbing the plastic toy across the entry.

Cole felt Dalton stiffen under his hand and gave him a playful slap on the butt. “Relax. This one is barely bigger than your finger.” Cole chuckled. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve had a finger in there.” He rubbed the toy over Dalton, sinking it slowly inside, working in increments to push it deeper and then pause to let him adjust. Dalton’s groans became whimpers until Cole had the toy buried as deep as it was going to go. Cole caressed his ass, keeping the toy still as he let Dalton adjust.

“How’s it feel? You okay?”

“Good. Kinda full. It didn’t hurt.”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

Cole eased the dildo part way out and enjoyed the sounds coming from Dalton. Working it back and forth for several minutes to loosen him, Cole slowly eased it out until it popped free. Dalton glanced up with a confused look. Cole leaned in and kissed him. “I’m gonna grab a towel. It’ll make life easier.”

Dalton nodded and dropped his head against the pillow. Cole sprinted to the bathroom and was back in seconds with a couple of towels that he strategically placed across the bed. Grabbing the next largest dildo, he followed the same routine and soon was fucking Dalton with it. The interval was longer, but eventually Dalton took it without any problem. They worked through the others until Cole was holding the largest dildo in his hand. He showed it to Dalton and grinned. “This one is almost my size. Then we can have some real fun.”

“It’s amazing. Fuck, it feels good.”

“Good. This one may burn a little. Just try to relax.” Cole grinned. “You can also try pushing out a little, it’s supposed to open you up. It always makes me feel like I’m about to crap, though.”

Dalton chuckled dreamily. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Cole unrolled another condom over the last toy and smeared the lube thickly before he pressed it against Dalton’s gateway. His butt opened again and with little effort the head slipped through. Dalton’s body rippled under him and flushed slightly. He pushed again and it sank inside.

“Shit. Yeah. Feels good.”

Cole paused for a moment, then worked the plastic dick slowly to its depth. A loud moan from Dalton reverberated through the room, making Cole’s cock twitch in anticipation. After a handful of minutes, Dalton was coming off the pillow and driving himself onto the dildo. Dalton looked over his shoulder and begged Cole. “Come on. Enough teasing already. I want you inside me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please. Come on.”

Cole smiled and let the dildo slide out slowly until it popped free. He tossed it onto a towel and ripped open another of the condoms. He grinned at Dalton as he unrolled it down his length and squirted a line of lube over it before stroking himself a few time to make sure it was coated. He crawled forward on his knees until he could rub his dick over Dalton’s pucker. Cole pushed forward, turned on by the sight of Dalton’s ass stretched around him. As he pushed deeper, he heard Dalton suck air between his teeth. Cole froze in place, giving Dalton time to adjust, but when he pushed forward again, there was another explosion of breath.

“Okay, hang on. I think I have an idea.” Cole pulled out slowly, and Dalton gave a relieved sigh when Cole’s cock popped free. Cole tapped him on the side of his hip.

“Come on, get up. We’re gonna change it up a little.”

Dalton rose gingerly, his legs visibly shaking from the effort. He moved slowly until he was kneeling on the side of the bed.

Cole tossed a pillow against the headboard and then lay on his back, his raging hard cock standing straight up. He smiled at Dalton’s look of confusion.

“You get on top. Then you can go at your own speed and I can just lie here quietly.” Cole smiled and put his hands behind his head.

Dalton grinned and moved more eagerly, throwing his leg over Cole’s torso, then reaching behind him and grabbing Cole’s dick. He rubbed it over his well-opened hole. The look on Dalton’s face was pure pleasure as he lowered himself onto the thick shaft. He moved slowly until Cole’s cock disappeared inside him. When his ass ground against Cole’s bush, he looked at Cole with shock on his face.

“You did it. Feel good?”

“Tight—it stings a little. But otherwise good.” He ran his hand over Cole’s chest. “Tara’s right, you’re thick.”

Cole chuckled and could feel the heat travel across his face. His attention was snapped back to the present when Dalton pulled up slightly, then slid down until Cole was buried in him again. He moved in a steady rhythm, his face flooded with pleasure. His hips turned and suddenly he let out a gurgled yell and his ass clamped around Cole’s cock.

“You okay? What happened?”

“Shit. That felt like lightening shot up my ass!”

Cole’s brow knotted for a split second, then realized what had happened. “You hit your prostate. Feels awesome doesn’t it?”

Dalton tried again but it took a couple of times before he hit his button again. His body shook and he dropped forward, catching himself on Cole’s chest. He tried to talk several times but nothing came out. Cole reached up and rubbed his hands over Dalton’s hard nipples.

“Oh no! My body is about to explode and you’re playing with another detonator.”

Cole chuckled and slid his hands over Dalton’s skin. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. It’s crazy. I think I could get use to this.”

“Good!”

Dalton moved again and soon the two were in a delicious pace that brought them closer and closer. His body shook and his cock belched out another dollop of precum. Within minutes he was moving faster as his climax raced forward.

Pressure was building with each stroke of Cole’s crotch. Dalton’s tight hot ass was driving him closer and closer to the edge. The tension in his groin built and expanded until Cole couldn’t hold back. His jizz raced through him in the delightful dance of climax and he grabbed Dalton’s thighs and pinned Dalton against his groin.

“Fuck!”

Wave after wave of pleasure surged through Cole. His grunts punctuated each volley as it raced from his body. Suddenly another wave arced through him when Dalton grabbed his nipples and tugged at them. The extra spark added to the final shots and left him exhausted. Gasping for breath, he dropped his arm across his eyes as the pleasure swirled and eddied through his body. Several minutes passed before he realized Dalton was still grinding himself against Cole. He smiled and ran his hands over Dalton.

“You need a little release?”

Dalton swallowed hard, his eyelids fluttering as he nodded.

Cole wrapped both hands around Dalton’s cock and started stroking. Dalton leaned back, holding himself up with his arms as he ground his ass against Cole. He pounded Dalton’s cock hard, wet sounds filling the room. Dalton bucked against him, unable to do more than gasp for air. His legs tensed against Cole and his moan rattled the windows.

“Coming!”

Cole kept jacking Dalton’s dick as he trembled. A sharp grunt announced the first volley that left a creamy stripe along Cole’s chest. A barrage of shots soon had him covered with a landscape of ribbons and pools that had erupted. Dalton’s entire body tensed and expelled a final dollop of cum and then he lay back between Cole’s legs.

“Oh. God. I think I just shot my nuts out.”

Cole chuckled and reached down and cupped Dalton’s balls. “Nope, you still have ‘em. Although, they don’t seem nearly as full.”

Dalton started laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“Could be, could be.” Cole held the bottom of the condom and pulled off the last fraction of an inch. He grabbed one of the towels from where he’d left it and wiped the thickest pools from his chest until the hair matted. He looked down at Dalton’s still heaving chest and patted the side of his calf.

“Come on, stud. Let’s clean up. Then we can snuggle for a little while.”

The two untangled from each other. Cole rolled to the edge of the bed and hoisted himself off and headed for the bathroom. He returned in a few minutes and crawled into bed with an already snoozing Dalton. Spooning against him, Cole pulled them close together.

* * * *

Tara looked at the room and shook her head. Clothes were scattered and thrown everywhere. A dildo was peeking from one of the piles. The room reeked of sex and sweat. It was late afternoon and the two of them were sprawled across each other. She was tired of explaining what she needed. There’d only been one man who’d kept her happy all the time, but that had been in high school and they’d decided the relationship wouldn’t work with Tara going off to school. But Jody had been so attentive and such a considerate lover. She sighed at the memory.

Cole raised his groggy head to see Tara’s. “‘S’up?”

“You two are cleaning up. This is your mess.”

Dalton moved in Cole’s arms. He looked up and wiped his eyes. “Sorry, Tara. We’ll clean up.”

“Yeah, no problem. Dalton and I’ll clean,” agreed Cole.

She shook her head at them and sighed. In some ways they were so good, but she wasn’t one of their buddies on a sleep over.

Are they ever going to figure it out?

Dalton laid his bag onto a table in the student center. He stood looking through the expanse of steel and glass to watch a few early season flakes pirouette downward to light on the people scurrying to escape the cold.
It’s too early for this crap. It’s going to be a long, miserable winter.

With a shake of his head, Dalton pulled his computer out and turned it on. In reality, he was still trying to figure out what was happening with Cole, and Tara. The semester was winding down and it seemed as if every class had projects due or exams. They’d been too exhausted to do more than fall into bed and pass out. They’d all three worked last weekend and Dalton had DJ’d for a frat party Monday night to get a few bucks extra.
We have some issues to deal with, but when?

“So, have you put out for your studly lumberjack yet?”

Dalton’s head snapped around to find Zach’s smiling face. “Zach! Hey, and what Cole and I do isn’t campus gossip.”

“Gossip? I can’t believe you think I’m a gossip.”

“Oh, please. You alone are keeping the stereotype alive.”

Zach chuckled and shot Dalton a grin. “Maybe a little.” He glanced over at the coffee shop, dug out his wallet and flipped through it. “Hey, I’m going to get a chai tea. You want something?”

“Sure.” Dalton started to dig for his money.

“Nah, forget it, dude. It’s my treat.”

“You sure? I DJ’d for Sigma Nu, so I have cash.”

Zach waved his hand at Dalton and left without another word. Dalton shook his head and checked his computer before putting it back into his bag. He pulled out his sketchbook and started working on some ideas for class. By the time Zach returned, Dalton had filled most of a page with rough sketches. He took the cup from Zach and savored the first sip.

Dalton sighed. “I could get addicted to this stuff, if I had enough money to drink it that often.”

Dalton continued to create new sketches as he enjoyed his drink. After a few minutes, he realized Zach was staring at his sketchbook. “Damn, you’re good. You could design you and stud muffin a kick ass house.

“And Tara.”

Zach sat quietly while Dalton refined a few of his drawings he thought were particularly interesting. Eventually, he realized Zach hadn’t said anything for several minutes, which was not like him at all. He laid down his pencil and lifted an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, Zach. You’re never quiet for this long.”

“Hey, I can too be—”

“Zach.”

“Okay, I was just thinking you’re going to have to choose.”

“Choose what?”

“Between them. I mean the whole three-way thing is probably great. But you’re going to have to choose one or the other of them.”

Dalton’s brows twisted together and he thumped his pencil against the table. “And why would I have to do that? We have it all worked out.”

Zach held up his hand to fend Dalton off. “Hey, dude, I was just saying—shit!”

Dalton cocked one eyebrow and his mouth twitched. “What?”

“It’s my ex, and he’s with a cute brunette. Damnit.”

Dalton glanced around and spotted the slender androgynous figure Zach was staring at. He turned back and shrugged. “I was ready to go anyway. We can head out.”

“Too late. He’s spotted us.”

Zach grabbed Dalton’s face and smashed their lips together.

Dalton started to struggle but saw the pleading in Zach’s eyes. He let Zach take charge with their lips pressed hard against each other.

The kiss lasted far longer than Dalton would have liked, and in the end he was the one who broke contact. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and glared at Zach. “If you ever pull that again, I’ll deck you. I don’t care if we are friends.”

“Sorry. I just—Sorry.”

Dalton threw his sketchbook and pencils into the bag, rammed the zippers shut and threw it over his shoulder. He frowned and shook his head at Zach, then headed for the exit from the union. He understood why Zach had pulled a stunt like that, but he was furious at being used. In an angry haze, he missed seeing Cole. The expression on his roommate’s face would have given most people pause.