More by Sloan Parker

green eyes examined me, watching my every reaction as if I were a puzzle he had to solve, only he wasn't sure he'd find the answer he wanted. What was he looking for?
    They stopped fondling me and started undressing me. I helped with their clothes, needing to touch more of them. Our frantic hands worked on buttons and zippers, and tugged out limbs until flesh touched flesh. Matthew and Richard kissed again.
    I licked down Richard's body and headed for a nipple. I paused before it, unsure what the hell I was doing. I licked to the right and followed the line of his scar with my tongue and lips.
    He seized the back of my head with his hand. I stilled and waited for him to force me away. He held me in place then encouraged me to continue. I sucked and licked along the scarred path to his armpit and back. He tasted salty and a bit sweet, and it lingered on my tongue. I drew the nipple into my mouth and slowly worked the sensitive nub. I tugged at it with my teeth, and Richard's hips bucked. His thick cock slapped against me. I wanted nothing more than to grab his dick and shove it in my mouth.
    That's how it always was with me. One look at a hard cock and my reaction was oral. It's how I finally accepted I was gay. Nothing about a woman garnered the same effect.
    But it'd been a long time since I'd done it without a rubber in the way.
    Before I talked myself out of it, Richard's fingers dug into my hair. He wrenched me away from his chest and wrapped one hand around my arm and the other around Matthew's. He hauled us to the bed. “I cannot remember ever wanting anyone as much as I want the two of you. Can't get enough of you.”
    I groaned in response, unable to stop myself.
    Richard pushed me onto the bed, and I sprawled out before them.
    “Hey, kid.” Richard tugged Matthew close until the smaller man's back flattened to his chest. His mouth brushed Matthew's ear as he whispered words I couldn't hear.
    Matthew's eyes widened. “Uh-huh. I can do that.” He slunk up the bed toward me.
    “What did he tell you?” I asked.
    “That I should make sure you're ready for him. Get you slick and open. Begging for him.”
    “Oh, fuck.”
    “That's right,” Richard said. He stood at the end of the bed and stroked himself. I wanted his hand on me and my mouth on him.
    Matthew gave me a soft kiss and slid down my length. My skin tingled where his hard nipples scraped. He held the stare between us until he lay with his head over my groin. He wrapped his hands around my legs and lifted my knees to my chest, spreading me wide. His tongue slid over the back of my thighs, my ass. He licked at my opening and the flesh surrounding it. Swirling, nipping, plunging. My cock throbbed on my lower abdomen. I moaned, begged, gripped at my own legs as he worked me over.
    He pushed his slick fingers into me, gentle and firm at the same time. My eyes rolled back. Fucking hell . I groaned, the sound part moan, part whimper. Before Matthew and Richard, touch had never been such a big part of my sexual encounters.
    Then it was Matthew who made noises— loud, gasping, erotic sounds. I lifted my head. He had his ass in the air and Richard was kneeling behind him.
    “Matthew needs to get fucked this time,” Richard said. “You're doing him, and I'm going to push you into him. Ready, Matthew?”
    “Oh yeah.” Matthew scrambled up the bed and landed on his knees. He displayed his ass in the air before I could move out of the way. “Want you both so much. Been thinking about it all day.”
    I got on my knees behind him and stroked the taut curve of his ass. I liked the look of his pale skin under my hands, the feel of his heated flesh. The sight of him bent over in front of me had me ready to go off. The skin of my dick stretched tight.
    Richard handed me a condom. My hands trembled as I opened the rubber and slipped it on my dick. I added lube, and my balls drew up from my own touch. I wasn't supposed to need someone that much. I wasn't supposed to be