Lover Boys Forever (10 page)

“
It shows,” Steve said as he moved his hand to my abdomen. “You have great definition. And the definition down here looks pretty good, too.”

I watched as his hand moved onto my dick. He rubbed me through the thin silk of my shorts for a while, and then he moved his hand into my shorts and brought my hard
-on out into the open. “Oh yes, you’re ready for it aren’t you?” he said, as he rubbed my precum over the sensitive head of my dick.

Before I could respond
, he placed his beer on the coffee table, and then swooped down on my dick, burying it in his throat in one continuous lunge. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Ryan and I never tricked around. I hadn’t had sex with anyone but Ryan for two years. We were faithful to one another.

“
Please,” I said, trying to pull his head up. “Ryan’ll kill me.”

“
What do you mean he’ll kill you?” Steve asked as he abandoned my dick. “Isn’t this why he invited me home? I thought you knew that I wanted a threesome.”

Before I could respond
, the shower stopped running. I quickly slipped my dick back into my shorts, and ran into the kitchen. As I took a beer out of the fridge for Ryan, my mind was in a whirl. What did Steve mean? Had Ryan really set this up? They stopped talking when I entered the room. Ryan was naked and was standing in the center of the room drying his hair. His big semi-hard dick swung back and forth as he moved.

I couldn
’t help comparing the two guys. They were both tall and well-built, but their coloring was completely opposite. Dark hair covered Ryan’s chest, while Steve only had a sprinkling of blond hair over his pecs.

“
It’s all yours,” Ryan said to Steve. “You wanna get him a clean towel, Tyler?”

I pulled a towel out of the closet and then went into the bathroom. Steve was naked. He was proudly displaying his long semi
-hard dick. And who wouldn’t be proud of such an appendage, I thought. He pulled me into his arms and slipped me his tongue. I couldn’t help myself. I was immediately hard again. I was overcome with the male aroma emanating from his body. He lowered his arms, slipped his hands into my shorts, and then cupped my butt in his hands. His finger slipped into my moist hole.

We could both smell my ass
-juice on his finger when he pulled it out of my hole and brought it to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in, seemingly intoxicated by my distinctive aroma. “Suck me,” he whispered. “I want to feel your lips on my rod.”

I couldn
’t resist. Even though I knew Ryan was in the next room. I knelt before Steve and swallowed him, right down to his pubes. He was just starting to face-fuck me when I heard Ryan bellow, “What are you two up to in there?”

I jumped to my feet and quickly left the bathroom. I adjusted myself then went into the living
-room to face Ryan, who was lounging back on the sofa. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked. “Steve seems to think that you invited him back here for a threesome.”

“
Oh, sweetie, don’t be mad. I thought you would enjoy a little variety. He wants me badly, but I didn’t want to do anything with him without you. You mind?”

Asshole
, I thought,
using me to get what you want
. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I couldn’t. I knew he would be impossible to live with if I didn’t go with the flow, and also, I was horny. I wanted Steve. I hadn’t felt so excited in a long time. I wanted that big dick up my chute. “No I don’t mind,” I said after a long moment. “Just remember this was your idea. Don’t go blaming me later on.”

“
Sure, sweetie. Come over here now and give me some head,” he said as he opened his towel and shook his dick at me.

I knelt between his thighs and started sucking his dick. He lifted his legs up and pushed my head down to his pucker. Even though he liked me licking his hole, he was strictly top. Sometimes he would fuck me for hours, shoot his load, and then roll over and go to sleep, not seeming to care whether I was satisfied or not. When he did that I would lie between his legs, rim him, and jerk
-off. One time, when he’d been snoring, I’d slipped a finger into his hot chute. I thought about fucking him, but I was too chicken.

I was still rimming Ryan when I felt Steve
’s hand on my shoulder. “Oh yes, eat him. He really likes that. Put your finger in him. Go on, I know he wants it.”

What
’s going on here?
I thought. It sounds as though he knows what Ryan likes. I gently inserted a finger into Ryan – a first for me, while he was awake, that is. I watched in amazement when he ground his asshole onto my finger.

“
Put another one in,” Steve said.

I was more excited than I
’d been in years. I was doing things to Ryan that up to this point had been forbidden. As I continued to fuck Ryan’s chute with my fingers, Steve licked Ryan’s cockhead, and then he sank his mouth down Ryan’s shaft. He released Ryan’s dick, and then climbed up onto the settee and hooked Ryan’s legs behind his own legs. He pushed forward until his dick was pushed against Ryan’s lips then said, “Suck my dick.”

In this position Ryan was bent like a pretzel, with his hairy asshole completely open to my probing fingers. I ran into the bedroom and came back with a tube of lube and a fist full of condoms. I lubed my fingers then stuck two into him. I pushed another finger in and twirled them inside his hot chute until I could feel his prostate. I couldn
’t believe how flexible his so-called virgin hole felt. His rear-end twitched around my fingers as though he was trying to get away from me, but Steve had him pinned tightly to the sofa. I watched through Steve’s widely spread legs as he sank his reamer into Ryan’s throat, grinding his ass when he bottomed out.

Steve looked over his shoulder at me and said,
“Fuck him. He wants it. He likes to pretend that he’s a top, but what he likes most is to get fucked by a big cock.”

Ryan
’s widely dilated hole seemed to be begging for my cock, so I sheathed up, and then slowly pushed my hard boner into his chute. The lining of his channel felt hot and smooth against my cock as I sank all the way in, right to the hilt. I could hear Ryan mewling around Steve’s dick as I plowed him deep and fast, living a fantasy.

I
bent forward and tentatively licked Steve’s exposed manhole, which was surrounded by a sprinkling of blond hair, as I continued to pound Ryan. I used my thumbs to pry open Steve’s sphincter, then pushed my tongue all the way inside. Steve let me rim him for a while then he said, “I want to fuck you while you’re fucking Ryan.”

I thought Ryan would unseat me when Steve stepped down, but he didn
’t. His eyes were closed as he let me fuck him. Steve covered his rod with lubed latex and then fell to his knees behind me. He spread my ass-cheeks apart, and then ran his tongue over my pucker.

“
Sweet ass, baby,” he said, as he came up for air. “Just like I knew it would be.”

He continued rimming me for a short time, but I wanted his big dick in me.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself say. “Give it to me.”

Steve obliged. He lubed my hole then slipped his rod into my chute, all in one long plunge, and then he held still, letting me set the pace. I repeatedly moved forward into Ryan, and then pulled out, impaling myself on the pole in my ass. The sensation was incredible. I knew I wouldn
’t be able to last very long. Ryan was moving his head back and forth, as though he was in some kind of trance, while at the same time he jerked on his reamer.

“
Oh fuck,” Ryan cried. “I’m coming. Shoot your load.”

His asshole clamped down on my shaft, his legs stiffened, and his neck arched backwards as he climaxed. His thick cum covered his chest and neck. Steve turned my head and planted his lips on mine. My own orgasm soon followed Ryan
’s, brought on by the overwhelming stimulation. When I shot, I could feel Steve’s dick pounding out his own load up my chute.

After we had discarded the safes and were lying back on the settee, I have to admit, I was a little scared at how Ryan was going to react, after all; I had fucked his ass. He seemed at ease though, so I hoped that it meant there was going to be a new phase to our relationship.

“I wonder how things are going with Chris,” I couldn’t help voicing. “He was so down when he left earlier.”

“
Oh, fuck,” Ryan said. “Did you have to bring that up? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“
The cops were asking all kinds of questions at work today,” Steve said, ignoring Ryan’s outburst. “It’s as though they think someone from work did it to him.”

“
Those cops are so stupid. You don’t really think they’ll be able to catch the murderer do you?” Ryan asked.

“
Oh come on, Ryan, they’re not that stupid,” Steve said.

“
They were asking me if I saw him leaving with anyone, but I didn’t see anything,” Ryan said. “I was too anxious to get home to my sweetie. I was home by eleven-thirty. Isn’t that right, Tyler? You remember me getting home then?”

“
Sure, you woke me up when you got into bed and asked how come I was asleep already.” In fact I had been mad at him for waking me.

“
Maybe it’s Brian,” Ryan suggested.

“
Brian?” Steve asked. “Why him?”

“
I’ve seen them arguing at work. But then, I guess it could be anyone. Jason seemed to be at odds with everyone.”

We lay like that for a short while, and then Steve said,
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m pooped. I think I’ll call it a day and hit the road.”

After Steve left
, we climbed into bed.

Ryan was still sleeping when I awoke the next morning. I was still a little apprehensive about the previous night, so I made sure not to disturb him when I climbed out of bed. The main reason I didn
’t want him awake was because I was going to see Chris, and I didn’t want him to give me a rough time.

Later on, when Chris and I were sitting drinking coffee, Detective Jerry Mack dropped in to talk with Chris.
“I’d really like to talk to you on your own, Chris,” he said.

“
It’s okay, Tyler is my best friend, and I don’t want him to leave.”

“
Tyler I have to ask you to keep this discussion confidential because we don’t want this information to become public knowledge. It might hamper the investigation if it did.”

“
Sure, you have my word.”

“
Okay then. What I’m going to tell you is heavy, so maybe it’s just as well that you stay. We think that Jason must have known the killer. It looks as though he let him in, and then when he turned around he was knocked unconscious. It looks as though he was sodomized while he was alive, and then he was repeatedly stabbed. He would probably have bled to death very quickly and wouldn’t have felt anything. We also feel the killer knew him because of the vicious mutilations, which were all done post-mortem.”

Chris let out a long wail then fell against me. I held him tightly as sobs shook his body.
“Who would do such a terrible thing to him? He was so loving and kind, and he was always helping others,” I said.

“
How do you know he was raped?” Chris asked after a few moments.

“
Well the person who raped him didn’t use a condom. There was semen in his rectum, so we’ll be able to get a DNA. As you know, Chris, there were three ampoules of Demerol found on your coffee table. We’re still trying to find out where they came from. The trauma room drug count was correct last night and this morning, so we can’t figure it out.”

“
Well it definitely wasn’t Jason. He didn’t do drugs. Whoever killed him must’ve brought the Demerol with them.”

“
But where would the Demerol come from?”

“
Maybe someone did the old placebo thing,” Chris volunteered.

“
What’s that?” Detective Mack asked.

“
Staff on drugs have tried it before. When the doctor orders Demerol, they pocket the ampoule, and then inject sterile water into the patient. Of course, they can’t do it all the time or they’d be found out.”

I could see the light going on in the detective
’s eyes. “So that’s how it’s done. I’m glad I spoke to you. Maybe this will help. I better get back to work and spread the word.”

They had given Chris the night off, so I stayed with him until five and then went home. There were three messages for me, one hand written, and two phone messages. The written message was from Ryan telling me that he had gone in to work. One of the telephone messages was from Ryan asking where the fuck I was, and the other was from Steve, asking me to call.

I decided not to call Ryan. I didn’t feel like listening to him putting down Chris, but I did call Steve.

Steve answered on the first ring.
“I’m glad you called. I need to talk to you urgently,” he said. “Can we meet this afternoon? I don’t want you to tell Ryan about this.”