Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (7 page)

“I’ll show you tonight.”

“Why wait? I don’t have any other classes today. This room is free,” said Evan.

Fire sparked in Waylon’s eyes and, without warning, he kissed
Cal
—passionately. He nearly fell back against the closed door but caught his footing in time, and Waylon’s strong arms were around him in an instant. His cock pulsed and thickened knowing that Evan watched from his perch on the desk. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the advance, kissing back, nipping, tasting. Waylon reached between them, rubbing his hand over the bulge in
Cal
’s jeans.

“Use my desk, boys. I’d love to watch the both of you in action.” Evan’s voice faintly registered in
Cal
’s mind. Soon Waylon was escorting him toward the desk, barely breaking their kiss along the way. Every nerve in
Cal
’s body fired hot with erotic need when his boyfriend undid his pants, letting them drop to his knees. He grabbed Waylon’s cock, pumping it in his fist, enjoying the wide girth of hard flesh.
Cal
undid his own pants, eager to get fucked before he lost his mind. When he turned to face the desk, Waylon spun him back around.

“You’re gonna fuck me, Cal.”

“What?” He’d never entered Waylon. He’d lost his virginity, but in a sense, Waylon had not.
Cal
just assumed that his boyfriend wanted to dominate, didn’t want to be penetrated, and he was okay with that. The mere idea of fucking Waylon’s beautiful, firm round ass nearly made him come on the spot.

“Evan taught me about give and take. I want to do this,
Cal
. I have to do this.”

Cal
turned his head and looked at Evan sitting beside them, less than a foot away. With both their cocks bare and bobbing with desire, they were in full view for a virtual stranger. Their teacher no less. The openness between them all made him so hot, so fucking horny, he’d die if he didn’t release his load soon.

Waylon leaned over the desk on his elbows, his bare ass ready and waiting.
Cal
rubbed the smooth, muscled mounds while looking Evan in the eye. The teacher opened a drawer beside him and held up a tube of lube.

“Here. Rub it in.” Evan squeezed some lube into
Cal
’s palm. He did as told, rubbing the salve along Waylon’s crack, making the man groan, and penetrated him with his finger to distribute the moisture. “Your cock, too.” Then Evan’s lube covered hand was around
Cal
’s shaft, rubbing and pumping. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back on his shoulders from the onslaught of wicked sensations. A new hand caressed him, and he was about to penetrate Waylon for the first time. How much stimulation could one man handle?

Waylon peered at them from the side, frowning as he watched Evan stroking
Cal.
“What about me?”

“Okay,
Cal
, go slow,” urged Evan. Evan aimed the head of
Cal
’s cock at Waylon’s tight rosette. Properly coated with moisture, he pressed in. His urge to thrust full force was difficult to rein in, but he managed to embed himself to the hilt with a firm, but gentle pressure. Once fully seated, he exhaled. Waylon’s breathing came in shallow gasps, but he took
Cal
’s cock like a man without wimping out.

“You okay, Waylon?”

“Yeah. This is good,” he muttered, a hint of hesitation in his words.

Cal
felt him clench around his cock. Being connected with the man he loved was comparable to nothing in the world. It didn’t matter who did the fucking. It was the same bond between them. “I want to fuck you so bad,”
Cal
groaned. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Why don’t I help?” offered Evan, his eyes dark and flirty.
Cal
would agree to anything about now with his cock throbbing to the point of pain. Evan pulled off his T-shirt, his body toned and tanned an even golden hue. Then he unzipped and lost his pants. His cock was ripe for fucking, pre-cum slipping off the tip.

“You’re not fucking
Cal
,” ordered Waylon.

“Of course not. You get to be the meat in our sandwich.” Evan winked at
Cal.
“It’ll be easier on you if you get to fuck while being fucked—for your first time, anyway.”

“Whatever. Hurry up because I can’t hold back much longer.”
Cal
began to grind his hips, pushing deeper into Waylon, desperate to begin thrusting.

Evan passed
Cal
the lube and leaned over the desk beside Waylon.

“Put a condom on me, Cal.”
Cal
’s heart filled with love knowing that Waylon wanted him fucking his ass bareback, but insisted Evan use protection.

Cal
was on cloud nine, raking his eyes over the two delicious men. With both hands free, his dick still embedded in Waylon’s ass, he reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed Waylon. He then poured lube into one hand. He bent forward, reaching around to coat his friend’s hard cock and then directed him to mount their teacher. Once in position, they both aimed at Evan’s waiting asshole.

Evan groaned, an erotic sound that echoed in the small room. Waylon wasn’t gentle as he’d been for
Cal
’s first time. He thrust in, holding the man’s hips securely.
Cal
followed suit, pulling out and plunging back in. They worked as a team, a finely tuned mass of male muscle and strength with one united goal.

“I love fucking your ass, Waylon. Shit, you feel so good!” He worked him hard now, his balls slapping Waylon’s inner thighs.

“You’re making me crazy,
Cal
. Both of you.” Waylon moaned deep and loud as he released his seed into Evan. His ass pulsed around
Cal
, pulling his own orgasm to the surface. Filling his lover with his cum completed the bond.

As they all slowly pulled away from each other, their cocks semi-flaccid, Evan chuckled. “How did it feel to be double fucked?”

“Fucking wicked,” said Waylon, pulling up his jeans.

“Next time will be easier. Actually, it only gets better and better.”

Waylon nuzzled
Cal
’s neck. “We can practice tonight. My place.”

Chapter Seven

For the next few weeks, Cal, Waylon and Evan enjoyed plenty of hot threesome sex. Waylon knew it could only be a temporary arrangement. He loved
Cal
, and although he had developed strong feelings for Evan, he still felt ownership of his boyfriend, unable to let Evan penetrate him.
Cal
had enjoyed being the center of attention, fucking Evan as Waylon came up the rear, but that’s as far as he could handle. For a lasting ménage relationship, Waylon would have to love Evan to trust him and share
Cal
. He wasn’t sure that was possible.

Evan continually preached about coming out with the truth, but Waylon was no fool. He knew better than to make his private life public.
Cal
hung on the man’s every word, craving the acceptance he was never granted growing up.

“
Cal
’s late,” said Waylon. They were staying the night at Evan’s. Being Friday, they could sleep in the next morning—after a night of multiple orgasms. There was an ultimate fighting match on pay-per-view, and the takeout was ordered. The only missing element was
Cal
.

“Don’t worry about Calvin. He had a late appointment at the school. He’ll be by shortly.” Evan grinned at him with that lazy smile that got Waylon’s blood boiling. The older man knew a trick or two in the bedroom. Now, lounging back in the corner of the sectional, his leg bent up, the erection straining in his pants was more than evident.

“Your dick’s hard.”

“I’m sure Calvin wouldn’t mind if we started without him. Just a little teaser before the big show.”

Waylon supposed there wouldn’t be much harm in a little foreplay. They were all quite comfortable around each other, naked or otherwise. Just looking at their sexier-than-sin teacher made his own cock firm up.

“The food will be here soon.
 
Besides, I don’t know if we should—”

Evan cut in, “I haven’t shown you my toys yet.”

That piqued Waylon’s curiosity. He watched as Evan unbuttoned his pants and slipped out his hard-on. Pumping his own hardened flesh in his hand, Waylon watched, his desires climbing higher every second. There was something to be said about men. They were always ready for fucking.

“Pass me that box under the TV.” Evan nodded in the direction, continuing to masturbate.

Waylon brought the small black box to the sofa and set it beside his teacher. He sat on the other side of him. When Evan stopped to rummage through the box, Waylon continued stroking the man’s erection.

“What do you think?” Evan held up a thick, black dildo about nine inches long.

“That depends what you plan to do with it.”

The pre-game show came on the television, capturing both their attention for a minute. Evan turned back to Waylon. “I’m going to shove it up your ass and then suck your dick.”

“Fuck!” Waylon rubbed his cock through his jeans, now harder than steel. “Hurry up before I explode.” Evan was always ready to please either Waylon or Cal. Even during spares at school, he wouldn’t hesitate to suck them both to completion in his office, swallowing their cum as if it were the sweetest nectar. He never asked for anything in return. It was hard not to start falling in love with such a selfless man. The way he made
Cal
feel self-worth and purpose through his many long talks only made Waylon respect him more.

Evan lubed up the silicone phallus and held the base on the sofa cushion, the cock jutting straight up. “Slip off your pants and sit on it,” said Evan.

His balls were tight and painful now. He loved dirty sex, lots of sex. The past few weeks had been his personal heaven. Women had never done anything for his libido.

Waylon did as told, pushing his pants down to his knees and sitting back over the slick cock. Evan held it in place, helping guide it into Waylon’s tight hole. As it slipped in, filling him, stretching him, he sighed and dropped his full weight down over the dildo. The sensations scattering through his body were a beautiful thing. He leaned back, loving the tug and strain of the toy in his ass, wiggling against it. With his own dick hard and exposed, Evan quickly dropped to his knees in front of him and lapped at the mushroom head, swollen and painful.

“Suck it! Suck it hard. All of it!” Waylon leaned back, his arms behind his neck. Evan deep throated him, sucking deep and tempting with his skilled tongue. Waylon ground his ass into the sofa to feel the toy as Evan gave him the best blow job he had in days. He only wished
Cal
would hurry up. He’d love
Cal
’s cock in his own mouth right now.

The doorbell chimed just as Waylon entered that magical place before reaching his climax. “No way!”

Evan pulled off his dick with a wet slurp. “Go answer the door. It’s the pizza.” Before Waylon could protest, he continued. “Leave the cock in your ass. I want you to walk to the door with it in place.”

Waylon pulled up his boxers and pants, barely able to zip up. As he stood, the dildo molded with his body, which felt unusual but good. He carefully walked to the door, paid for the pizza, and returned to the living room with the box. Evan was now lying naked on the sofa.

“I assumed you wouldn’t be able to wait for Calvin.”

“You assumed right. Get on your stomach.”

He dropped the pizza box on the glass-topped coffee table, kicked off his pants and mounted Evan. The phallus bobbed in and out of his ass, but he couldn’t worry about holding it in, even if being filled while fucking felt a million times better. All that mattered was achieving the orgasm stolen from him. With no condom and no lube, Waylon held open Evan’s ass cheeks. His inhibitions slipped away the moment Evan introduced the toys. He bent down and lapped at Evan’s crack, distributing the saliva in his mouth over Evan’s puckered hole. The man cried out, begged for more. Waylon delivered. He lowered his heavy frame over the other man’s and penetrated him with his cock. They fucked like animals—hard, fast, and dirty. He loved every minute of it. When his orgasm finally erupted, he continued to pump a massive load into Evan, nearly collapsing onto his back from the intensity of pleasure that spread out from his balls to every cell in his body. He kissed Evan’s sweat-slick back and rested his weight to the side, spooning the man without withdrawing his flaccid member. Evan dozed off before he did.