Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (9 page)

His cock thickened when Evan gave him a seductive grin, licking his lower lip in a slow, sensual drag.
Cal
stood and leaned over, but Evan demanded he lose his clothes first. Once naked and fully erect, he dropped down over his teacher’s lap for discipline. It felt awkward with his large frame. Evan warmed his ass by rubbing circles over the smooth globes.
Cal
tried to rub his cock against Evan’s thigh, but the man stilled him.

“Get me the lube, Waylon.”

Waylon shot up and retrieved one of many tubes around the house. He sat back down on the wooden coffee table facing
Evan.
Cal
heard the spurt of lube and felt the cold fluid drizzle over his crack. There was no touching next, just a solid smack to his ass, which echoed in the room.

“What the fuck was that for?” shouted
Cal
, expecting some sensual loving, not real punishment.

“I warned you,” said Evan, smacking the other cheek. Waylon laughed.

He knew his men would never intentionally hurt him. They were the ones who nursed him back to health, doting over him while he healed. With the use of only one arm for months, they made sure to pleasure him day or night.

A finger trailed through the moisture along the seam of his ass until two digits penetrated him. He let out the breath he held, wanting more. When he realized both men shared his ass, playing games that made him drunk with desire, he dropped forward and submitted. One or both of the men began to finger fuck him, and delicious friction built up in his ass, making his dick hard and needy.

“Do you wanna get fucked,
Cal
?” asked Waylon.

“Yes!”

“You wanna fuck my ass?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Evan withdrew his fingers, and the two men became uncomfortably silent.
Cal
dropped off Evan’s lap to his knees and gauged the men. They looked at each other with intensity and lust dancing in their eyes.

“You’re letting Evan ride me today, aren’t you?” He just knew. It was always a topic they never touched upon, but
Cal
knew their threesome relationship would never be cemented until Waylon gave up control. They had to be equals, to love each other without borders.

“Yes. You’re the meat.”

Chapter Nine

They each took a two-minute shower. Alone. No way would they come out of the bathroom if they went in together. Each naked, moist, and oozing raw masculine strength, Waylon thanked God for the path his life had taken in such a short amount of time. Cal and Evan both sported thick, delicious hard-ons to match his own. He studied them, every ripple of muscle and erotic trail of hair.

He wanted to devour them, every inch.
Cal
cracked his neck to the side, a trail of moisture falling from his broad shoulder, past his collar bone.

Waylon sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, another new addition to the house, and then dropped down to his back. Waylon didn’t need to ask because almost immediately a hot mouth enveloped his jutting cock. He sighed contentedly before glancing up to see which man sucked him. It was Cal. Perched on his knees, he kneaded Waylon’s thighs, making sounds of approval as he sucked, and lapped up his length. He twirled his tongue around the sensitive acorn head and teased the nub at the base, making him shudder with need.

“Come straddle me, Evan. Give me some cock.” He dropped his head and watched Evan climb up his body to straddle his chest. Dropping forward, Evan supported himself with strong arms against the headboard, allowing his cock the perfect angle to penetrate Waylon’s ready mouth. Evan’s was darker than his or Cal’s, almost purple with arousal. He loved the variety between his two men—one blond, one brunet, each unique and equally delicious. Before devouring the meat in front of him, he craned his neck and trailed a line with his tongue from the man’s tight asshole along his coiled sack. He could eat him all day and never stop. Evan shoved his cock against his lips, eager for attention. He sucked hard, earning him a sexy growl from the man. The dual action of sucking and being sucked brought Waylon quickly to orgasm. He shuddered as he released his seed.
Cal
clamped down over his cock, not allowing Waylon to buck free, swallowing every drop of ejaculate.

“Fuck!” Waylon was awarded his release since he’d be the lonely front of the sandwich. At least he’d have his sweet
Cal
’s dick inside him, pleasuring him.

“Come here, Calvin. I need you so bad. I’ve been dreaming of this for months.” Evan beckoned
Cal
to climb up on the bed with him while Waylon recuperated, still flat on his back.

Waylon watched as Calvin’s sleek muscular form moved with a panther’s grace onto the mattress. He trailed kisses up Evan’s thigh and sucked the bulbous head of his cock for a moment. Both on their knees, they embraced, kissing like men, their passion contagious. Waylon watched their cocks slapping against each other, their muscled chests rubbing, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Even after his recent orgasm, his own dick was coming back to life in a hurry, already semi-firm.

“I want to look you in the eyes when I make love to you, Calvin. Your beautiful blue eyes.”
Cal
dropped to his back and was immediately covered by Evan’s sturdy body. Evan reached for the lube on the night table, squirting some on his erection, rubbing it in slightly. In one firm upward stroke, he entered
Cal
’s rear hole.
Cal
’s legs were parted, feet braced on the mattress. The position screamed intimacy, love. They stared in each other’s eyes and occasionally kissed, the whole time making hard, sweet love to each other.

Waylon began to stroke himself, the image of the two men he loved fucking like a finely tuned machine made him horny all over again. “What about me? I thought
Cal
was going to do me.”

“Looks like you better firm up in a hurry.” Evan waggled his eyebrow
. Looks like he’d be the back of the sandwich tonight.

Thanks to the erotic display, he needed no more time. He knelt behind Evan, carefully positioning his knees between
Cal
’s feet. He gripped Evan’s hips, still pumping into his other lover, and centered himself for his planned breach. Grabbing some of the lube from the tube on the mattress, he prepped his cock. Evan wouldn’t hold still for a minute, eagerly thrusting into
Cal
, so he plunged forward at the first chance. He maneuvered his hips in the awkward angle for maximum penetration, savoring the hot, tight sheath surrounding him. Nothing beat being connected by two cocks. It brought all three of them together on a new intimate realm, one pleasing the other, and all three as a whole.

“Do you like it, Calvin? Do you like my dick in your ass? Does it feel good?” asked Evan as he continued to pummel the man.

“Fucking good,” he muttered back.

They worked as a team until each man met their release, and Waylon had his second. It was magical. Beautiful. Perfect. Allowing Evan to dominate
Cal
’s body didn’t make him jealous or hostile. They’d grown too much as a triad for him to have any ill feelings for Evan. In fact, the love shared between the other two men warmed his heart. This new element would only enhance their sex life, and their unique bond.

* * * *

After buying all the ingredients they’d need for the big dinner tonight, they carried their grocery bags back to the car. Evan was home cooking the roast. The man was a real blessing in the kitchen. Waylon decided the time had come to reveal the truth to his family. If he wasn’t ready to face the world as a homosexual man, he’d take this first step in telling those closest to him. He invited his mom, dad, and two brothers to a planned dinner. His two oldest brothers were either abroad or out of state. Of course, he was nervous as hell. The idea of being rejected by people he loved scared the shit out of him.

They loaded the bags into the trunk. The parking lot was relatively bare, with row after row of parked cars but few people.

“You’re nervous,” said
Cal
, looking at him from the opposite side of the car. “Didn’t that thing help at all?”

Evan insisted he keep a butt plug in all morning. He said it would help release a constant stream of hormones to calm his nerves. Before they left for the store, Evan lubed up the neon green plug and made him bend over the hall table. He forced the rubbed toy in his ass with a quick twist and it stayed in place with little effort. Damn, he loved the kinky side of Evan. They both did. If the toy worked, he wasn’t sure. He still felt nervous, but clenching around the plug made him anxious to get home. There would be plenty of time to get frisky before their guests arrived.

“I don’t think anything could help today.”

“Will you let me do something for you?”

“What?”

Cal
walked to the front of the car where they were surrounded by other parked vehicles in every direction. “Sit on the hood.”

Waylon rested his weight on the hood, stimulating his rubber filled asshole, and didn’t protest when
Cal
unzipped him. He watched with interest, but he also scanned the vast parking lot, some people walking too close for comfort. But that discomfort made the cock
Cal
pulled out of his jeans thick and hard. It felt oddly erotic seeing his own dick waving in the public outdoor area.

Bracing a hand on each of Waylon’s thighs,
Cal
bent over and covered his mushroomed head with his hot, sweet mouth. There was a heightened sense of satisfaction being in the public place, the thrill tickling his balls as he gave in to
Cal
’s ministrations.

Cal
continued to strengthen the suction on his dick. He felt his orgasm nearing, dancing just under the surface. When he clenched his ass around the toy, combined with
Cal
’s suckling, he exploded. He gasped and dropped back to his elbows on the hood of the car with a hollow thud.
Cal
followed his movements, his mouth still wrapped around his cock. When he finally pulled off, he licked his lips and smiled. The late afternoon sun highlighted his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. He’d do anything for
Cal
—or Evan—and this dinner proved that. If he lost his family because he loved these men, then so be it. They meant that much to him.

“Kiss me,” said
Cal
as Waylon sat straight. He complied, eager to kiss his boyfriend’s sweet, swollen lips. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked between breaths.

He could. There was a faint tartness in
Cal
’s mouth from Waylon’s cum, but it didn’t bother him. He loved the fact that
Cal
wasn’t turned off by swallowing because Waylon thought it was hotter than hell.

* * * *

“Hurry up,” ordered Waylon as he rushed to put the finishing touches on the table. Everything had to be perfect. The house was clean—dusted, swept, and mopped. All three of them had gone through the place like a tornado all weekend to get it ready. The table top was decorated with individual place settings in Evan’s best china and silverware.
Cal
picked up the centerpiece at a little shop downtown, which reflected the coming fall season with pinecones and rich colors. Would it be enough? Would it be enough for his family to accept this homosexuality?

Evan carried out the closed casserole dish with two oven mitts to protect him from the hot surfaces. He carefully set it on the pot warmer and stood back to examine the feast. There were salads, both hot and cold, fresh rolls, vegetables and a pasta dish. The main course was Evan’s roast, which he doted over all morning in the kitchen, not even coming along to the grocery store with them. Waylon realized just how much time the threesome spent together. They were like three peas in a pod and never felt caged.

“Looks great,” he said.

“Where’s
Cal
?”

Evan peered down the hall. “He’s just as nervous as you. He hasn’t stopped looking in the mirror since you got home.”

“He’s worried about his scars. I keep telling him them make him even sexier, but he doesn’t believe me.”

“We’ll show him tonight.” Evan winked and brushed his hair from his face before tending to last minute details in the kitchen.

The doorbell rang.

Waylon’s heart was in his throat as he answered the door. His two brothers rudely bustled in first before their parents, clapping him on the back. It felt like old times, back on the ranch. He roughhoused with his brothers daily, which he felt aided him as a football player in high school and college. They brought the freshness of the outdoors with them and allowed the rich, savoring scents from the table to leak out into the evening.