Elliot chuckled and pulled up, lunging himself into Jonathan’s cock, mouth agape. He immediately moaned, consumed by the taste of the object of his lust and the memories of that night creeping up on him. Gabriel’s hand came behind Elliot and landed on his back, his fingers brushing his skin lightly, encouraging his friend’s enjoyment.
“Jesus Christ…” Jonathan moaned, his eyes peeking between his fingers. His hands slid over his face into his hair, his eyes now free to admire the sight of Elliot’s stretched lips finally back to where they belonged. Wrapped around his cock. “You sure about this baby?” He asked, his eyes momentarily glancing over to Gabriel, who just nodded, grinning mischievously.
Gabriel slid down and joined Elliot, locking his lips at the base, moving sideways on his father’s cock, wiggling his tongue on his balls every once in a while, while Elliot owned the tip as he bobbed up and down on it. Jonathan’s head fell back on the pillows, and his arms crossed behind his back as he looked down in awe. Soon, the music playing became overshadowed by the slurping sounds from the boy’s mouths as they feasted on Jonathan’s veiny shaft. Finally, Gabriel started sliding up, his lips grazing Elliot’s, who, sensing this, pulled momentarily away and kissed Gabriel, their tongues sharing Jonathan’s precum.
“Damn, that’s hot!” Jonathan hollered, entirely transfixed by the sight of the boys worshiping his manhood.
The boy’s lips passionately sucked on each other, their eyes locked. Gabriel pulled away, his tongue still stretched. Then he gently kissed Elliot. But Elliot’s stare lingered on his friend. Something felt different. He followed Gabriel with his eyes as his friend pulled up and nestled his mouth near his father’s ear. Then he whispered something. Jonathan’s eyes froze before finally veering down at Elliot. A silence took hold, and then, it happened. Gabriel pulled away and got up, sitting on an oversized chair by the side of the bed. He reclined slowly, eyes on them as he sported a benign smile.
Elliot’s gaze broke from Gabriel, and he finally looked up at Jonathan, who was already waiting for him.
“Don’t stop. Keep going.” Jonathan said.
Elliot’s eyes teared up, and from them, tears broke. Gabriel, his best friend, had given consent. He had permitted Jonathan to indulge beyond their love, and in doing so, he had allowed Elliot’s desires to be fulfilled. He was offering Jonathan to him. It was the most caring thing anyone had ever done for him, Elliot thought. He looked at Gabriel, smiled, opened his mouth, and swallowed Jonathan’s cock, shoving it inside.
He immediately gagged, and when he did, he felt the stud hands grab his hair, holding him in position, forcing himself into the boy’s mouth. Elliot tried to pull away, but it was too late. Jonathan had him. The beast had been unleashed.
“Swallow it, you fucking slut.” Jonathan growled, the sexual beast scratching his way out.
He let go of the boy, enough for his cock to slide out, a loud gasp breaking from inside Elliot’s mouth before he shoved it back in. And Elliot’s eagerness to proceed, despite his struggle, only fueled Jonathan’s dominance and power. He held the boy’s head and began fucking his mouth, drool and spit falling by the cracks in buckets as Elliot coughed and gagged profusely.
“That’s it. Keep sucking that cock!” Jonathan groaned as he thrust his hips into Elliot’s mouth, his ass rising from the bed.
Gabriel watched from the chair, entranced by his father’s demeanor. A complete shift from the way he made love to him. He sat there, gazing at the two men, finally able to see the truth behind the veil that clouded that night he caught them fucking. And the fact was, Jonathan and Elliot, fucked their pain away. Their sexuality was powered by their suffering and their deep, rooted knowledge of just how broken the world was. And yet, there was a beauty to what Gabriel witnessed, a rawness to the dept to which they delved together, oblivious to anything around them. A simple nudge from Gabriel had allowed them to access that place of unbridled, painful euphoria. How unstable the verge where both these men lived was, Gabriel thought. How beautifully painful. Maybe the part of himself Jonathan offered Elliot wasn’t much different from the one Gabriel received from his father. They were just on opposite sides of Jonathan’s spectrum. The complexities of his father became more apparent the longer he watched him subdue Elliot to his sexual will.
“Fuck! Let me see that ass.” Jonathan uttered, pulling Elliot’s hair away from his cock and pushing the boy into the mattress. He slapped Elliot’s smooth, muscular ass and spread his cheeks, lunging his tongue inside it. Elliot’s toes curled up, his fingers pulling the sheets so tight, its edges unlocked from under the bed.
Gabriel smiled, enamored by his best friend’s pleasure. Seeing Elliot surrender like that was a beautiful thing to witness. How his elusive vulnerability became diaphanous and disclosed. Gabriel began stroking his cock, unable to hold his pleasure at bay. Jonathan’s head finally pulled back from Elliot’s ass, his hair snapping back slowly. A string of spit dangled from his mouth, which he proceeded to grab with his hand and use to coat his cock, before pulling himself up, aiming it, and lunging it down on Elliot’s hole. Elliot’s head snapped back in a synchronized movement, and Jonathan fell forward, plunging his weight over the boy’s back. Their faces crashed together, their lips hovering over each other before Jonathan’s ass began to move. There was no crescendo. When he landed, he was already pounding Elliot, balls deep. The boy’s whimpers scratched the room’s air as the stud’s ass barely lifted, their bodies closer than ever.
And then, suddenly, from under Jonathan, Elliot’s voice broke free, faint and exhausted.
“Gabe…” He whispered, the sound cut by Jonathan’s thrusts.
“It’s ok, Elli…I’m here.” Gabriel replied, giving his friend his approval.
Jonathan’s hair now covered Elliot’s face, tumbling softly over the boy, bouncing along with them. Jonathan’s hips slapped against his ass with unrelenting commitment, stretching his hole beyond recognition. Through all this, their mouths lingered, inches from each other. And as Gabriel’s hand started to increase its stroking speed, he finally uttered the words that would irrevocably change their lives, preventing them from turning back.
“Kiss him…I wanna see you kiss him.” Gabriel muttered.
Jonathan’s ass slowed down, still pushing inside Elliot. Yet his eyes stayed on the boy. Then suddenly, he snapped his head to the side, making his hair flip over, unveiling his face. Then, he grabbed Elliot’s chin and turned his face to him. And then, finally, he brought his lips down and kissed Elliot.
Everything went silent. Gabriel’s phone battery went dead. The music ceased. The air went still. All senses heightened. Jonathan and Elliot’s mouths were locked, their breaths pushing from underneath as they mixed with their moans and groans. And Jonathan’s cock, drilling inside the boy’s crevice, delicately, passionately.