Trio of Mates
Chapter 2

Zak k!sses along my jaw while he palms my er3ction through my pants. I gr0an and turn my face to his, hungrily devouring his mouth. My hand runs from his h!p up his bare, muscular back, and along his broad shoulders. I move my hand to his short mahogany-colored hair, fisting it in my hand, keeping his head firmly trapped in my grasp. He isn’t quite as tall as I am, so I bend my head to his, pulling him closer to my body. My c0ck twitches in his hands and he m0ans into my mouth.

“Brandon,” he sighs as he unzips my pants and I fall out into his hands. He wraps his fist around my swollen c0ck and squeezes as I break away from his mouth, my head falling back as I m0an loudly.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out.

Zak chuckles and trails his l!ps along my neck. The rough stubble on his cheeks rubs along my jaw and neck, adding an extra texture to the pleasure. He begins to pump his fist and my h!ps involuntarily move to follow his rhythm.

Gr0aning loudly, I turn toward him and my hand travels down to his toned a*ss, slipping into his pants. His muscular arm wraps around my h!ps, his fingers gripping my skin.

“You guys started without me?” A feminine voice says from the door to Zak’s room.

We both turn to see our other best friend, Charlie, walking into the room, str!pping off her clothes as she walks closer.

“You took too long,” I grin at her, rubbing my finger over Zak’s assh0le. He whimpers and begins pumping my d!ck harder. I close my eyes and hum my approval.

“Let me help,” Charlie says, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table. She walks over to Zak, pulling his head toward her for a slow, thorough k!ss. The sight of the two of them k!ssing, her completely na*ked and him only in a pair of sweats slung low on his h!ps, is almost enough for me to cvm. I bite my l!p to swallow my m0an.

Charlie pulls Zaks sweatpants and underwear down. She squ!rts lube over his assh0le and my fingers before kneeling in front of us. She grins up at me as she takes me into her mouth. She begins pumping Zak’s c0ck with her right hand.

“F**k, Charlie,” Zak curses, drawing out the words. He closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“Good girl,” I say, grabbing the back of her head at the same time that I stick two fingers into Zak’s tight hole.

“Shit!” he swears, leaning into my body as I begin to scissor and twirl my fingers to loosen him up. Charlie suddenly pops me out of her mouth and starts to suck Zak’s 0, stroking her hand along my shaft.

“If you two don’t stop, I’m going to f*****g cvm right now,” Zak says, trying to pull away from us. But we both tighten our grips, mine on his a*ss and Charlie’s on his h!ps.

“Who said you could cvm?” I whisper into the shell of his ear, pulling my fingers in and out of him.

Charlie pulls back on his c0ck, so just the tip is in her mouth. She stares up at us and grins as she runs her tongue around his tip.

“Oh, f**k!” Zak m0ans loudly. “I can’t help it.” He pulls her head so that his c0ck is completely engulfed by her mouth. His body rocks back and forth between Charlie’s mouth and my fingers. He fists his hands in her hair, f*****g her mouth. Zak turns and k!sses me, hard and fast, cvmming down Charlie’s throat. I greedily swallow his m0ans, still pumping my fingers in and out of his a*ss.

Zak leans against me as Charlie swallows. “Oh, Zak,” Charlie says, mock sadness in her voice. “You didn’t have permission to cvm.”

I grin wickedly at her and turn back to Zak. His eyes are fluttering and he is panting heavily. “Guess someone needs to be punished. What do you think, Charlie? Cuffs or rope?” I say, gazing into Zak’s face. He is still recovering from his org@sm and isn’t truly hearing what we are saying.

I lean down, pulling his n!pple into my mouth and biting. I earn a gasp from Zak and he straightens off of my shoulder.

Charlie chuckles, walking over to the dresser where we keep all of our toys. “Cuffs,” Charlie says, reaching into the top drawer. “He likes being completely helpless, but hates it when the only thing restrained is his hands.” Zak likes to be able to touch us, to move at will, or to be completely restricted. Either fully restrained or completely free. By just cuffing his hands, it will increase the amount of begging he does.

I smirk at Zak, his c0ck already half-hard again. “Perfect,” I say, grabbing him around the waist. I push him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and laying on top of him. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “I’m going to f**k you so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

Zak m0ans and tries to turn his head to k!ss me, but I pull back. Charlie giggles, attaching the cuffs to the hook on the bed and locking Zak’s hands into the cuffs.

“I think he likes that idea,” Charlie says, grabbing his now fully er3ct d!ck in her hand and giving it a few strokes. Zak hisses in pleasure.

Getting off of Zak, I grab the lube and pour it over my aching c0ck. I pull Zak up so that his arms are taut in front of him and he is on his knees.

Charlie puts a pillow under Zak’s h!ps. Then she slips beneath him, laying on the pillow.

I pour more lube onto Zak’s assh0le as Charlie lines him up with her dripping pvssy. She pushes him inside of her and they both gasp at the feeling.

“So f*****g w*et,” Zak grits out between clinched teeth.

“Holy hell!” Charlie m0ans, beginning to rock her h!ps onto his c0ck.

I wrap my arms around Zak and place my hands on Charlie’s bre@sts. I squeeze and roll her n!pples, feeling them pebble in my fingers. I bite Zak’s shoulder for that extra feeling of pain and pleasure. He cries out for me.

“You ready for my big c0ck in your a*ss?” I say against his skin.

“Please,” he whispers.

“I didn’t hear you,” I say, grabbing my c0ck and rubbing it against his waiting hole.

“Please, Brandon. Please f**k me!” He cries out.

I smile widely and line my c0ck up with his assh0le. “Since you asked so nicely,” I say and thrust completely into him.

I open my eyes, breathing hard. I look around and replace that I am in my own bed in my room. I’m na*ked and my c0ck is tenting the sheet, a dot of precvm staining where the tip rubs the fabric. I roll over to replace Devin with his back to me. He’s na*ked, like me. Not surprising since we pretty much passed out after f*****g all night.

Devin’s muscular back and tan skin are relaxed and his firey red hair is messy from sleeping and our long night.

I quickly reach across him to the lube on the bedside table. My movement makes him stir, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “What time is it?” he says, rubbing his face. His voice is rough from sleep and screaming last night. Good thing our rooms are soundproof.

Not answering him, I quickly put lube on my fingers and rub them over his assh0le.

“Oh!” Devin gr0ans, half turning towards me. I push him onto his stomach, keeping my arm on his upper back, so he can’t roll back. I stick two fingers into his hole and begin to twist and scissor them.

“Mmmm,” he gr0ans.

“Good. You’re still soft from last night,” I say. I pull my fingers out and pour some lube on my d!ck before climbing between his legs.

“Good morning to you, too,” he says, then yips when I push into him.

“Shut up,” I say, pulling him up into his knees before grabbing his h!ps and pounding into him.

“Yes!” he cries out. “Just like that!”

I push his head down into the pillow, pounding hard and fast. I can hear his m0ans muffled in the pillow, but I don’t want to hear him.

“Zak! F**k, Charlie!” I m0an. The sound of my h!ps hitting Devin’s a*ss fills the room. Devin begins to clench around my c0ck, his org@sm building. I can hear him m0an his pleasure, but all that I think about is my dream. I’m so close, chasing my org@sm as I pound into Devin’s a*ss, my mind filled with images of Zak and Charlie.

Devin attempts to grab his c0ck to jerk himself off, but I pull his arm around his back. “You cvm when I say you cvm,” I grunt at him.

“F**k! Please! Please let me cvm!” Devin pleads.

I just ignore him, continuing to pound into him.

“Please!” Devin begs again.

My balls tighten as I hear his pleas. I love it when he begs. “Say my name,” I say, my org@sm continuing to build.

“Brandon, please let me cvm!” Devin screams.

In my mind, I hear Charlie saying my name. I hear Zak’s pleas for me to let him give into the pleasure that I am giving him. I pull Devin’s body up so that he is kneeling upright, his back flush against my front. I turn his head towards mine. Before capturing his mouth with mine, I whisper, “Cvm.”

Devin screams into my mouth, his seed shooting out of his c0ck as I continue to pound into him. His a*ss tightens around my c0ck and I roar into his mouth as I cvm with him.

Devin and I collapse onto the bed, me spooning his body with mine. He lays his head on my outstretched arm while I throw a leg over top of his. We lay catching our breath for several minutes before Devin breaks the silence.

“Another dream?” he asked, turning his body to face me.

Not wanting to speak, I just nod. This was the sixth one in as many days. The feelings that the dreams brought with them were starting to weigh on me.

“Tell me,” he asked, turning my face to look at him.

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” I say, my eyes begging him to let it go. I should have known better. Devin has this theory that if I don’t talk about it, then it will only stay bottled up inside and eat me alive. He says that I need to “exorcise the dreams,” letting them out into the open so that they stop consuming my mind. Hasn’t really worked yet.

Devin pulls my head down and pecks my l!ps before glaring at me. He keeps eye contact with me until I relent.