“Kiss him.” I’d thought about what they’d look like together, but now I wanted to see it.

And Bryce didn’t disappoint. He reached down and yanked Eric off the ground, pulling him roughly against his body. The two of them ground against one another as Bryce tangled his fists into Eric’s hair, taking complete control of their kiss. Eric’s balance wavered as Bryce shoved his hand down the back of Eric’s flannel lounge pants.

“You going to let me have that ass?” Bryce growled. Eric buried his face into Bryce’s neck and nodded. I’d never thought of Eric as a bottom, but the way he agreed to being fucked without any hesitation made me realize he needed to be fucked just as badly as I did. Maybe it was a good thing that Bryce was around, because while I wouldn’t adamantly refuse to top Eric, it wasn’t really my thing.

Bryce pushed Eric back to the ground as he began unbuttoning his jeans. By the time Bryce had made it around to the edge of the couch and moved the end table, Eric was the only one left with a stitch of clothing on his body. I wanted to see him, but not enough to stop him when he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and started tracing his tongue around the crown and through my slit. His moan when he realized what Bryce wanted vibrated around my shaft, threatening to have me coming in less than a minute. I used my good hand to press against his shoulder, pleading with him to give me a minute to regain my composure.

He sat back on his heels, content to watch as Bryce guided his cock into my mouth. He was so aroused that his dick was already weeping precome and I couldn’t get enough of the taste on my tongue. I sucked him deeper, struggling to take his wide shaft. He wasn’t overly long, but my God was he thick. If I struggled this way to take him into my mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like to have him inside of me. Earlier, Bryce had made it all about me, so this was the first time I was seeing and feeling what he managed to hide behind his zipper.

I looked down at Eric and watched as he sucked on his middle finger. My asshole clenched, hoping he was planning to do what I thought he was. I wanted to feel them filling me, possessing me, claiming me as their own. He spread my legs wider before taking me into his mouth once again, this time pressing his finger along my taint. I lifted my ass off the cushion to give him more room, but he seemed content to stay right where he was.

I thought I was going to have to beg him to shove his finger inside of me. I was so wrapped up in figuring out how to do that without having to release Bryce’s dick from my mouth that I screamed out when he did finally breach my entrance. Bryce gave me a moment to enjoy the sensation before leading my mouth back to where he wanted it.

“You like that?” Bryce asked as he rocked deeper into my mouth. He held the back of my head, preventing me from pulling off until I swore he was going to choke me to death. “You like feeling him around your dick and up your ass while you blow me?”

I nodded as much as I could and sucked harder. This time, it was Bryce shouting as he pulled back and thrust into my throat after giving me time to breathe.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you let go,” he praised me, running his fingers through my hair. “I can’t wait to see how tight that ass is. Eric, is he as tight as I think he is?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Eric confirmed. “So fucking tight.”

Eric added a second finger and I nearly lost it when he brushed against my prostate. I wouldn’t have thought I could come again after everything Bryce had done to me earlier, but now, I needed that next release more than just about anything.

“Go easy, Eric,” Bryce requested through stilted breaths. It seemed I wasn’t the only one threatening to explode. Rather than give Bryce a break, I reached around and started playing with his balls. The position was uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. All I knew was my fantasy had come to life and I was going to make Bryce scream.

I didn’t get that opportunity, because Bryce pulled out of my mouth and bent over to get something out of his jeans. I knew what it likely was and I began bucking into Eric’s mouth and down onto his fingers furiously, not ready for this to end but unable to stop myself. Bryce tapped my hip as he stood behind Eric, holding up a condom and lube in one hand.

“You want to keep going?” Bryce asked. I nodded and Eric quickly moved out from between my legs. He stripped off his shirt and moved me over on the couch so he could sit next to me. It felt amazing when he turned my body so I was leaning against him for support, but I couldn’t help but feel as though he was being left out of the fun. After all, he was still dressed from the waist down, even though I could tell from here that his dick was about ready to break the teeth on his zipper.

“What about you?” I asked as I tried to position myself so I could return the favor.

“Tonight’s about you,” he told me. “You can make it up to me tomorrow.”

I couldn’t stop the wide grin from splitting my face. I’d hoped that this would happen more than once, but I hadn’t really believed it would come to anything more than tonight.

Cold, wet fingers broke the dopey gaze I’d been holding with Eric and I arched my back at the sensation of Bryce getting me ready to take that cock that seemed bigger around than a one liter bottle of soda. I wasn’t inexperienced, but I still wasn’t confident all of that was going to fit inside of me.

He worked me first with one finger, then two as he worked my hole open. Meanwhile, Eric kissed the side of my head and twisted my nipples, giving me something to concentrate on other than the sight of Bryce sheathing himself.

“God, look at that thing,” Eric whispered. Bryce looked up at us and smiled as he lined himself up against my entrance. “You’re going to be feeling that all weekend.”

“I know,” I said, sounding more than a bit wistful. It was going to hurt, but the pain would be so worth it. “And I can’t fucking wait.”

I was stopped from saying anything else as I felt my body stretching to take Bryce’s girth. Fuck, even though I’d known it was going to hurt, I hadn’t imagined how much. As if sensing my pain, Eric shifted and started stroking my cock slowly.

“Breathe, you’ve got this,” he encouraged me when I didn’t think I could take another inch. “Focus on what I’m doing for now. It’ll help.”

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, tensing every time Bryce moved to push deeper into my body. Eventually the ring of muscle relaxed, and Bryce pushed until I felt his hips against my ass.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groaned. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his body covered in a sheen of sweat. My eyes then drifted down to where the three of us were connected. Eric slid his hand lower on my body, threading his fingers around the base of Bryce’s dick, which was still lodged inside of me.

After giving himself time to calm down, Bryce started a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts, each one gliding past my prostate. Eventually, Eric removed his hand and shifted behind me. I felt his body move and then there was a cock next to my head. I licked my lips, wanting another taste of him. I couldn’t get into a position where I could take more than the crown between my lips, but with every lick I was rewarded with another salty drop of his arousal. I sucked and licked, moaned around him as Bryce fucked me.

When Bryce’s fingers dug into my hips, lifting my ass higher, there was no way to keep going. I simply watched as Eric jacked himself off to the same rhythm my ass was being pounded. He wound up coming first, shooting cum all over my chest and stomach. That encouraged Bryce to fuck me even harder, burying himself as my ass clenched around his dick with my orgasm. He quickly followed, his face contorted in a silent scream as he came inside my ass.