Alternate Universe "Escorts"
PART ONE
He was sitting at the bar, when they came in. They were the kind of men you noticed, handsome, confident, and with a hint of danger. The blond was thin, with piercing green eyes; alpha male emanated from every pore of his body. The brunette had a mustache and an easy smile that went all the way to his twinkling eyes.Vin watched them in the mirror behind the bar, while he nursed his beer. He'd have to go to work soon, but there wasn't any reason he couldn't just enjoy the view for a few minutes. He was startled by a body crowding up against him and a hand on his arm. He stiffened ready to push away, when the man who'd hired him spoke, "You're late."
The tension in his body eased some, but not completely. "I'm here now," he said calmly. "You'll get your money's worth," he added.
The man's eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" he demanded low enough not to get the bartender's attention, but angry enough to get Vin's instincts screaming.
"No call to get upset," Vin said. "Let me buy you a drink for your trouble, and we'll go."
"I don't want a fucking drink," the man leaned in close and hissed. "I want you to show up on time and give me what I'm paying you for."
Vin eased off the other side of the bar stool, angry, as well as wary now. No way was he going upstairs with someone in this mood. Fuck, the money. He could find another customer somewhere else. He kept his voice as quiet as the other man's. No need to bring unwanted attention to himself. "Deal's off," he said. He tried to slip away, only to find himself muscled up against the bar, between two stools.
"You think you can just walk away from me?"
Vin's heart started pounding. The dim lighting would only hide so much and his ex-customer's face was twisted up and red, ugly. Right on cue, the bartender spoke, "Is there a problem?"
Vin shook his head mutely.
"Bartenders who don't mind their own business," the other man said.
The bartender's face slipped into hard planes. "What goes on in this bar is my business," he said flatly. "I want you two out of here, now."
Vin closed his eyes. 'Fuck!' he thought. 'Just once, could I catch a fucking break?'
And, then, he did.
"Bill." Vin heard the booming voice and couldn't help but look up. The dark haired man with the smiling eyes pulled him into a hug. "It's about time you got here. Chris," he called, in the general direction of the blond. "Old Bill is here." He let go of Vin, with a wink.
"You know him?" the bartender asked, looking from Vin to the dark haired man.
"Well sure," the genial man said. "He's an old friend." Vin's thoughts were whirling. 'What the hell was this fellow playing at?' "Three more." Vin heard him tell the bartender. His ex-customer stood there seething, while the big man steered Vin over to the table where the blond sat with a look that was somewhere between amused and annoyed.
Vin saw the bartender usher his still angry ex-customer out of the door, and relief warred with caution. He didn't know why the big man had interceded on his behalf, and in his experience, not knowing why someone did something for him was never good.
"I appreciate that," he said quietly, "but I got to go."
The dark haired man's smile faded. He eased into his chair and slid a beer in front of his companion and Vin. "The bartender's watching, son. Sit down and have a drink," he said quietly.
The blond quirked his head to one side. "Drink your beer, Bill," he said, emphasizing the name.
Vin's eyes darted from one to the other of them. They didn't seem like a threat, but there'd been other men who hadn't seemed like threats. Neither one of them did anything other than sip the beers the dark haired man had set on the table.
Finally, he huffed a bit and pulled out the chair and sat down in it. He didn't relax. He still didn't know what these two wanted; best to be ready for anything.
"Chris Larabee," the blond said and saluted him with the beer.
"Buck Wilmington. And you are?" The smile was back, just as friendly as it had been when he'd come in the door.
Vin didn't touch the beer in front of him, and he didn't give them his name. "What do you want?" he asked, certain that they wanted something.
Buck grinned sheepishly, and the blond tipped his head at him with a "told you so," smirk.
Vin's eyes studied them both. Not threats, he was certain. Their posture was too relaxed, too natural. There were no shifting looks between them, no smiles too wide or too friendly.
Buck put his beer down and sat up straight. He looked at Chris and put a hand on his arm for just a second. Vin was alarmed. Had he missed something in them?
"What I want," Buck said, "is for guys like that, not to think that 'cause they're paying you to spend time with them, that they own guys like us." He met Vin's dumbfounded look squarely. There was nothing in his eyes but kindness.
"Guys like us?" Vin whispered.
Chris spoke. "Like us," he said calmly. "You're not the only working man in Boston, you know."
Vin picked up the beer in front of him and drained half of it in one gulp. 'What the fuck?' he thought. 'They were hookers?' Vin had never met any hookers like them, in all the time he'd been drifting across the country, in all the bars and hotels he'd worked out of – or the street corners he'd walked. They looked like businessmen out for a night on the town in a strange city.
"Easy, son," Buck said. "Shame to avoid a fellow like that, but drown in your own beer." He was laughing.
"Leave him alone, Buck," Chris said. His face was calm, an almost smile on his lips, but those eyes that Vin had noticed the minute they'd come in, were full of banked fire. He wondered what it would take to bring that heat out.
"How'd you know?" Vin asked, cautious. He liked them, despite himself, but he wasn't ready to give them anything yet.
Buck laughed again, not unkindly. "I grew up around hookers." His smile faded. "Saw a lot of guys like that. Didn't much like it then. Don't like it now," he said.
Vin gave him a genuine smile of appreciation. "Thanks," he said simply. He hesitated, looking from Buck to Chris once more. "Vin Tanner," he said.
"Well, Vin Tanner," Buck said. "Pleased to meet you."
Chris just nodded at him. "Glad to meet you, too," Vin said, surprised to find that he meant it. The tension eased out of his posture and he took another drink of his beer. "I reckon I owe you a beer," he said, "and a thank you."
Buck saluted him with his own beer. "Ain't gonna turn down a beer," he said. "But, no need to thank me." His expression was thoughtful. "Meant what I said. I don't like when a man thinks he's buying more than some time."
Vin nodded. He didn't like it either, especially not when it was him being treated that way. He motioned to the bartender, who carried three beers over to the table. Vin paid him and added a tip. He figured he should probably go see if he could find someone else. He was still about $50 short on what he owed for his room. But he wasn't sure where his customer had disappeared to, and he didn't want to run into him. And, drinking a few beers with men he didn't have to pretend to be anything but himself with, wasn't a bad way to spend some time, especially, when those men were as good-looking as Chris and Buck. 'Fuck it,' he thought, 'I can always give blow the clerk to get an extension.'
He tried to hide eyeing Chris, behind his beer bottle, only to find Buck looking at him with amusement. He flushed and dropped his eyes, finding the cocktail napkin suddenly fascinating. Buck laughed out loud, not unkindly. Vin felt his cheeks flaming, but he gave up studying the napkin. He looked up, prepared to apologize at being caught looking, but the words died in his throat, at the wanting look on Chris's face. Only, Chris wasn't looking at Buck, or even at any of the other patrons in the bar. Chris was looking right at him. His eyes were so hot, that Vin could feel the heat in his own blood. He had to fight not to look away from Chris. His heart started pounding, partly from the intensity of that gaze, but mostly from the way his own body was responding to that look. He had to lick suddenly dry lips and his dick rose up hot and hard.
Buck's laughter reminded him that they weren't alone at the table. "Cool down some," Buck said, looking at Chris. "Gonna scare 'im off, with that look." He looked at Vin. "Or not," he said softly, his eyes taking in the parted lips and the pulse racing at Vin's neck and the color in his cheeks. He felt his own lust surging. He'd spotted Vin straight off and pointed him out to Chris, but Chris hadn't been interested. Well, he hadn't been interested at the time. But, Vin was as appealing as anyone he and Chris had met in a long time. He looked from Chris to Vin again. Chris wanted him now, no doubt. And, unless Vin was a damn good actor, he wanted Chris. But, they were a package deal, and no matter how much Chris wanted Vin, he wouldn't act on it, unless Vin was willing for it to be all three of them. And, Buck wouldn't act on that, unless he was sure Vin wanted him, too. He knew what it was like to be with someone you didn't want, because the person you did want demanded it.
Yeah, Vin was a hooker. He was probably with men he didn't want to be with on a nightly basis. But, Buck hadn't ever used someone like that, and he never would. He wanted to end up the night in bed with Chris and Vin. He wanted to use all those things he'd spent years learning about Chris, to make him crazy. He wanted to watch Chris drive Vin into a frenzy. And, he wanted to feel both of them touching him, teasing him, sending him over the edge. He swallowed hard against the oh-so-pretty picture of the three of them tangled up in the sheets in the king-sized bed in the hotel room he and Chris had already rented.
Vin heard Buck say something about Chris scaring him off and he startled. "Or not," he heard and he looked at Buck. Buck was looking at him, too, a half-smile on his face, along with a look Vin had seen a lot of. Only, most of the time, there hadn't been the compassion or kindness that was there on Buck's face, along with the lust. He swallowed hard. 'They both wanted him?' He stayed away from threesomes for good reason. But, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with both of them. Chris was all intensity and heat. Being with Chris would be like riding lightning. All you could do was hang on and hope you didn't get burned. Buck was easier, friendlier, a lot of kindness there. Vin was sure that Buck would make sure anyone he was with had a damned good time before he took his own pleasure. But, there were two of them. He had his doubts about being able to handle either one of them, if his instincts about them were wrong. He knew for sure, he couldn't handle both of them. He had to duck his head, unable to face them, with the thoughts racing around in his head.
Chris and Buck shared a knowing look. Vin wanted them. But, he was cautious. Chris wasn't sure if the caution was part of Vin's nature, or if experience had brought it about. It didn't much matter. If they moved too fast, or pressed too hard, Vin would bolt and they'd lose their chance. They didn't do this very often, preferring to spend their time off with one another most of the time. But, once in a while . . .
He watched Buck watching Vin. Buck had the biggest heart of anyone Chris knew, and that guy at the bar had set off his protective instincts. Chris didn't like guys like that anymore than Buck did, but most of the time, he knew better than Buck ever would, that interference wouldn't be appreciated. Buck would never be able to ignore that kind of situation; no matter how many times the person he tried to help turned on him and told him to mind his own business. Vin hadn't and Chris was glad of that. Nothing made Buck happier than being able to rescue someone. Chris didn't think Vin needed rescuing; he could take care of himself, Chris was certain. But, it would probably have gotten ugly, if Buck hadn't interceded. Buck would have been upset and that might have ruined his plans for him and Buck. It looked like Plan A was out the window. But, Plan B looked mighty promising.
Chris smiled at Buck and was rewarded with one of those grins that told him Buck had a hell of a night in store for him. And, Vin, he remembered with a grin. Vin had suddenly found the tabletop mighty interesting. Chris nodded toward the front desk and Buck grinned and left the table.
"Here's how things can go," Chris said softly. Vin's head shot up at that. The pulse in his throat beat wildly, but there wasn't any want in it now. "We already have a room. There's a big damn bed in there," he said, leaning close, so he could speak low enough not to be overheard. "We'd like you to share that bed."
Vin eyes darted from Chris around the room, until they came to rest on Buck, leaning at the front desk, looking their way. His dick had gone into hiding when Chris had started talking and it didn't show any signs of coming back out any time soon. His fantasy had been just that, a fantasy. He could see himself with either one of them. As different as night and day, but hot as hell, both of them. But, together? Vin had never much liked more than one partner and after his last experience with two men, he'd sworn he would never let himself be caught in that kind of situation again. But, Chris and Buck were nothing like those men. He'd bet money on that. 'Ain't your money, you'd be bettin', he thought. He closed his eyes.
"Or," he heard Chris say. "Buck will get you another room, and you can get yourself a good night's sleep, without worrying about how you'll pay for it, or if somebody's gonna be knocking on your door in the middle of the night."
Vin eyed him suspiciously. "What the fuck for?" he demanded.
Chris smiled toward Buck. "Call it a professional courtesy. Buck will think of it as sticking it to that guy from earlier," he said.
"What do you get out of it?" Vin asked. No way, they'd pay for a room for a stranger, unless there was something in it for them.
The smile on Chris's face was as predatory as any Vin had ever seen; but, not in the sense that Chris was going to hurt someone. Rather, he looked like he was about to win the World Series or something.
"Buck will be mighty appreciative," he said, "that I let him spend our hard-earned money, helping someone out. In case you didn't notice, Buck likes helping people. And, he really likes it when I let him."
Vin couldn't help but laugh at that. "You probably go out of your way to find people he can help, just so he can show you his appreciation," he accused, pegging Chris dead to rights.
Chris smiled and looked at Buck, heat and tenderness passed over his face, before he drained the last of his beer and spoke again. "You want another beer?" he asked.
Vin shook his head. What, he wanted, was to share that bed with them that Chris had mentioned. But, he didn't know if he could do that. He didn't know if he could trust them.
Chris motioned Buck back to the table. He clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm going up," he said. "Vin's thinking it over."
Buck smiled at him, a smile that promised that any way it ended up; Chris was going to be a happy man. He watched Chris walk away, smiling appreciatively at his lover's figure.
His smile faded, when he turned back to Vin. He put a hand on Vin's, not surprised to see the flinch and then the forced relaxing in Vin's body. "Chris thinks he understands, but he doesn't," he said, softer and kinder than Vin had heard him before. "We work out of a nice house, our clients are screened. We've got each other to watch our backs. It's not the same for you, is it?"
Vin's eyes got big and he swallowed hard, as he shook his head.
"You'd like to go up," Buck said. "But, you know better. Two men, one as big as me, it'd be stupid to put yourself in that situation. And, you're not stupid."
Vin couldn't hold his eyes. It was like Buck could see inside him, see who he really was. He didn't see Buck motion the bartender, didn't notice the man put a beer down on the table in front of Buck. "Here," he heard. He looked up and Buck slid the beer in front of him. "Drink it," Buck said.
Vin wrapped both hands around the bottle, grateful for something to hold onto.
"You aren't stupid," Buck said. "You're scared. You want us, and we want you. But, you're not sure it's safe."
"Wasn't, b'fore," Vin whispered, coloring as he met Buck's eyes.
Buck smiled at him. "You've never met anyone like me or Chris before," he pointed out. "I'm not gonna try to talk you into it. Not gonna push you to do something you don't want to do." He laughed a little at the doubt on Vin's face. "I like you, Chris likes you. We'd like to spend time with you. But, either way, I'm getting laid tonight." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, laughing when it got the reluctant grin from Vin he'd hoped for.
"I'm gonna wait for you to finish your beer," Buck said, smiling easily at Vin, who was studying him, somberly, the grin having faded quickly. "All I need to know, is if you want that room or not."
Vin couldn't believe he was considering this. It was stupid. 'Take a chance,' he thought. His dick throbbed; leaving no doubt about what it wanted him to do. He swallowed. It had been so long since he'd been with a man, just because he wanted to. 'Men, not man' he thought. But, he wanted them, both of them. And, they wanted him, but they hadn't tried to trick him, or pressure him. They'd just told him flat out what they wanted and left it up to him. It would be safe. He could have this. "No," he whispered. "I don't want a room." His face got hot. He felt like his heart was going to pound right out of his chest.
"You won't be sorry," Buck said, with a look that made Vin shiver, and his dick stir even more. Buck gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. "Finish your beer," he said and leaned back in his chair.
Vin smiled at him, grateful that Buck seemed to know that he needed some time to not think about it, before they went upstairs. Come to think of it, Buck seemed to know a lot of things. Vin wasn't sure he liked having someone read him so easy, but he was sure that he wanted to get to know Buck a lot better. Chris, too. His dick throbbed happily in agreement. Finally, Vin gave up toying with the beer, that he wasn't drinking. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, as he met Buck's smiling eyes. "Reckon, I'm done," he said.
Buck stood up. "This way," he said and waited.
"Fuck," Vin swore softly and stood up. He hoped this wouldn't turn out to be the stupidest thing he'd done in a long time.
Buck leaned close enough to whisper, "I'm counting on it," and then he laughed.
Vin rolled his eyes at that, and then gave into Buck's good humor and smiled. "Let's just go," he said. He wanted to do this; he was going to do it. He just didn't want to have too much time to think about it.
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"Hey, pretty lady," the man sitting alone called the waitress. "That fellow, that just left, the dark-haired man with the mustache, was that Joe Barker?"
She turned around to where Vin and Buck were exiting the bar. "Him," she asked, turning back to him.
"Yes, he looks like a fellow I sold some equipment to. But, it's been a while, I'd like to say hello, if it's him," the man said with a friendly smile.
The waitress smiled prettily. "No, that's Buck Wilmington. He comes in once every month or so. He's a really nice guy," she said.
"Thanks, you saved me making a fool of myself," he said and handed her a $20 bill. She thanked him and then went to wait on another table. His smile faded as he pulled out his cell phone.
"His name's Buck Wilmington," he said quietly, with a hard edge to his voice. "Fucker ought to mind his own business."
Vin's ex-customer, watched the two men get into the elevator. It was empty, and he watched to see what floor it stopped on. "Looks like he decided to take our place," he said coldly. "They went up together."
"That's a damn dirty play," the other man said, anger flashing over his face. "Probably what he had in mind to start with. You find out what floor they're on?"
"Elevator only made one stop, the fourth floor. It came right back down empty," the ex-customer said. "I'm gonna see if I can't get a room on the fourth floor," he said and hung up his cell.
In the bar, his partner hung up his cell. He finished his drink and then left the bar.
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Buck couldn't help but smile at the picture Vin made. He was somewhere between eager anticipation and scared to death. His eyes were closed and he was tucked into the corner on the other side of the elevator. His head was down, and his hair made a shield of his face. Buck knew that was intentional. Vin didn't give much away if he could help it. Buck was looking forward to seeing it on his face, when the scared to death part realized that Vin had nothing to fear from Chris or Buck.
The eager anticipation was located somewhat lower. His dick was hard in the faded jeans he wore. Buck was looking forward to seeing that too.
The elevator stopped and Buck got out and waited for Vin. The other man sighed and his blue eyes met Buck's. He smiled nervously and Buck could see the pulse in his neck beating too fast.
"It'll be ok," he said. "I can promise you, you ain't never had a night like you're gonna have tonight. Chris and me, we've been together a long time. We learned a thing or two about how to make a body feel good. And, there's nothing we like better than making a body feel good."
Some of the nervousness faded from Vin's face. His heart was still pounding, but the smile he gave Buck was more excited than scared.
"It might be stupid," Vin said, "but I believe you."
Buck gave him a fond smile. Vin had a lot of reasons not to trust them . . . not to trust any men he met in a bar. But, Buck would do his best to make sure that when Vin left them, he'd take a damned good memory with him. "Here we go," Buck said and opened the door to the room he and Chris shared.
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"Could you deliver this to Mr. Wilmington's room?" Vin's ex-customer handed a note to the man at the front desk.
"Certainly, Mr. Avery. I'll have someone take it up right away," the clerk said and motioned to a bellman.
"Room 406," the clerk instructed and handed him the envelope. He turned back to Johnson. "Now, sir, about your room," he said.
"Is 407 available?" Johnson asked.
The clerk checked the computer. "Yes, sir, it is," he said.
Johnson smiled. "Excellent," he said.
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Chris was sitting on the bed, wearing boxers and flipping channels on the remote when they entered the room. Buck crossed the room without a word and leaned down and kissed him thoroughly. As Vin watched, the flash of want that he felt faded into the decidedly uncomfortable feeling of intruding on something personal. He looked around, trying to avoid the feeling that he shouldn't be there. The room was one of the nicest Vin had ever been in, with a king-sized bed, a table and four chairs, a bar, and a refrigerator, and a sunken Jacuzzi tub, that was already filled and bubbling in one corner. Comfortable furniture faced a flat screen television that hung on the wall opposite the bed.
Vin was on the verge of just backing out of the room, when Buck broke off the kiss and reached out a hand to him. "Don't be shy," he said. "Say hello to Chris."
Vin's heart started pounding so hard, he was sure they could hear it in the next room. He swallowed hard, and then moved slowly toward the bed. It felt like his feet were made of cement. He saw Chris touch Buck's leg and he could see his mouth moving, but for the life of him, he couldn't hear anything over the sound of his own heartbeat. He was halfway across the room, when Buck crossed the remaining space and put his hands on Vin's shoulders. "You like Jacuzzis?" he asked.
Vin blinked at him, the words taking a minute to process in his brain. "Jac- yeah, I like Jacuzzis," he said.
"Why don't we take advantage of that one?" Buck suggested.
Vin felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He wanted both of them, he really did, but he wasn't ready to jump into that bed just yet. Sitting in a Jacuzzi, letting the warm water ease some of the tension out of his muscles, might just relax him enough to enjoy what all of his instincts were telling him was going to be a great night.
A knock on the door startled them all.
"I'll get it," Buck said, motioning Chris back down, when Chris started to get up. He walked to the door and slid the chain home, before he cracked it.
"I have a note for Mr. Wilmington," the bellhop said.
Buck fished in his wallet for a couple of singles, and then opened the door. He took the envelope and handed the bellhop the dollars, and then closed the door. He laughed, when he opened the envelope. "Anyone want to call an escort?" he asked, as he read the note inside. "Karen will give you a night you won't forget," he read and then laughed again.
Chris rolled his eyes and Vin muttered, "I ain't likely to forget this night no time soon. Don't think I need Karen."
Buck and Chris exchanged a grin, as Buck threw the note into the trash.
"Now, where were we?" Buck asked, and skinned down to nothing. He moved around Vin, and then sighed loudly, as he slid into the Jacuzzi.
Vin undressed slowly, not looking at either one of them. He wasn't embarrassed, stripping in front of strangers had long ago lost its ability to make him uncomfortable. But, he was nervous. Two men, even men who didn't seem threatening, required caution. Vin kept one eye on Chris, surreptitiously, while he kept an ear open for any sounds that would indicate Buck was getting out of the Jacuzzi. He didn't think either one of them was going to do anything he didn't want them to, but it paid to be careful. He finished undressing and then without a word, stepped into the Jacuzzi with Buck.
Buck was smiling and leaning back, watching him, but he made no move toward him. Vin's sigh wasn't quite as loud as Buck's had been, but he appreciated the warmth and the bubbling as much as Buck did. He relaxed for a moment, and then remembered Chris on the bed.
"Ain't he comin' in?" Vin asked, unsure of what it meant that Chris hadn't joined them.
"He likes to watch," Buck said. "Do you mind?"
Vin shook his head. He'd already planned on letting Chris do a hell of a lot more than watching.
"Good," Buck said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd really like to kiss you."
Vin's dick throbbed its approval of Buck's request and Vin leaned toward Buck, answering him silently. Buck's kiss wasn't like any other kiss Vin had ever had, passionate, but not overwhelming, gentle, but demanding, at the same time. And, it was hotter than any kiss Vin had ever had. His hands slid over Buck's arms and around his back.
Buck's own hands were busy, sliding down Vin's back to cup his ass cheeks. He lifted Vin effortlessly, to reposition him so that Vin was straddling him and their hard cocks were rubbing up against one another. Buck let go of his ass and slid his hands up into Vin's hair.
Vin heard a sound behind him and tensed. "He's just getting closer," Buck whispered softly in his ear. "Nothing you don't want is gonna happen."
'Fuck it,' Vin thought. It wasn't like there was a damn thing he could do about it, if he'd completely misjudged them. That being the case, he just let himself enjoy Buck's very good kisses, and his hands. Buck's hands had angled his head, so that Buck could kiss him deeper, and now they were sliding down his chest. They stopped to toy with his nipples and Vin gasped. "Fuck, you're good at this," he panted out, around Buck's tongue.
Buck chuckled, and then his mouth followed the trail his hands had blazed and Vin gave up thinking about anything at all. He tried valiantly to give as good as he got, but when one of Buck's hands started fondling his balls and the other gripped his cock, and stroked him just right, all he could do was clutch at Buck's shoulders and moan.
And then Buck lifted him out of the water and set him on the wide ledge at the back of the Jacuzzi, so he could lean against the wall, and then he sucked Vin's cock down in one motion. Vin's eyes were half closed, but he caught sight of Chris, naked now, sitting in the chair he'd pulled up close to the Jacuzzi watching them. Chris was stroking himself, slowly, not enough to get himself off; just enough to keep his dick happy while Chris watched. Vin's lips parted involuntarily and his breath quickened at the expression on Chris's face. Chris was watching intently, his eyes glittering like emeralds, and his mouth was quirked in a half smile. He licked his lips and his grin got wider, with just a hint of insolence to it, at the expression on Vin's face.
Vin let his head fall back against the cool tile, and his hands twisted in Buck's hair, as Buck's head bobbed up and down, taking his cock all the way in, and then pulling back, so only the head was still in his mouth. Vin couldn't remember it ever being any better than it was right now. One of Buck's hands was rolling his balls, while he easily slid a finger up inside Vin's hole. Vin was panting and moaning breathlessly and he let go of Buck's hair, to twist and pull his own nipples.
Buck wasn't surprised when his finger slid easily into Vin. He'd have been surprised if Vin hadn't got himself ready. He wasn't surprised that Vin was so responsive either. If there was one thing Buck prided himself on, it was knowing how to make a body feel good. And, from the sounds he was making and the squirming he was doing, Vin was feeling damn good. And, that made Buck feel good. Almost as good as it was going to feel, when he actually fucked Vin, if Vin wanted it. Buck was pretty sure he did, but you never knew for sure, and that was something else Buck prided himself on, making sure that everybody got exactly what they wanted . . . and nothing they didn't want. Vin's hand touched his cheek and he heard him gasp, "gonna . . ." before he batted Vin's hand away. He wanted to give Vin the best night he'd had in a long time, maybe ever.
"Gonna . . ." Vin tried to warn Buck. He touched his cheek, only to have Buck push his hand away. And, then he was coming and he couldn't do anything at all, except gasp and curse through the most intense orgasm he could remember having.
Buck smiled as he watched Vin sag bonelessly against the wall. His chest was heaving and his cock was lying spent against his pelvis, while his balls dangled limply between his legs.
Buck grinned and pulled Vin up, ignoring the half-hearted curses, and then eased him down in front of him into the bubbling water. He kissed the side of Vin's forehead.
"Ain't never been that good," Vin panted out.
"I aim to please," Buck said.
"Gimme a minute," Vin said, a little less breathlessly, "and I'll return the favor."
Buck kissed him easily, and nodded toward Chris. "I like to watch, too," he said quietly.
Vin looked over at Chris, still watching them, still stroking his cock lightly. "Yeah," he said, feeling an excitement in his belly that his cock couldn't hope to match for some time. He relaxed against Buck for a few minutes, enjoying the way the warm water felt bubbling around him; and the way it felt to have a lover he wanted and trusted. 'Two of them,' he thought surprised to realize that he did trust both of them. For him, it was a novel experience, and he intended to make the most of it. This one time, he was going to live out his fantasies. And, Chris and Buck were just the right men to make all of them come true. Buck had already made a damned good start.
Vin stretched a little. He caught Chris's eye and he grinned, a wicked grin that made Chris lick his lips. Vin shifted in the water, until he was beside Buck, keeping eye contact with Chris.
"Buck wants to watch," Vin said, smiling at Chris, and slid his hand down under the water, until he found Buck's cock. He stroked it lightly. "But, I got a better idea," he said. "Buck sucks cock better than anybody I ever met. But, I'm pretty good at it, too."
He shifted his gaze from Chris to Buck, pleased at the lust he saw there. He wanted Buck to want him. He looked back at Chris. "I figure you got an idea how good he is, only fair to give you an idea how good I am. But," he continued, and slid his hand down lower under the water to fondle Buck's balls. "That don't seem fair to him." He inclined his head toward Buck, without losing eye contact with Chris or letting go of Buck's balls.
"I figure Buck here, ought to fuck me, while I'm sucking your cock," he said. He licked his lips, exaggerating the motion of his tongue. Vin could talk dirty with the best of them, and in his experience nothing got a man going like hearing what you were going to do to him. "Buck's got himself a big dick," Vin said. "Maybe the biggest one I ever had. Feeling that big hard cock slide up in my ass, the thought of it makes me hot. I'd come just thinkin' about it, if he wasn't such a good cocksucker, that my dick's out cold."
Chris's breathing was a little faster and the hand on his dick stilled and squeezed the base and Vin laughed, a wicked laugh that said he knew exactly what his words were doing to Chris. "So, while Buck is fucking me, deep and slow, I'm gonna be suckin' your cock," Vin said. "Only I ain't just gonna suck your cock. I'm gonna suck your balls too. You like havin' your balls sucked?" he asked. Chris's sharp intake of breath was all the answer he needed. "I'm gonna lick 'em and suck 'em. And I ain't gonna stop there," he said. "You ever had your hole licked? Had a hot tongue poke inside just a little, all soft and hot and wriggling? I'm gonna do it to you," he said, "and it's gonna feel better than anything you ever had done, before."
Buck met Chris's eyes over Vin's head, with an 'I told you so' look. Buck had spotted Vin straight off and wanted to go for it, before they'd known he was working. Chris hadn't been interested- at first. But, Chris was interested in giving Buck what he wanted, and Buck wanted Vin. And, Chris had got interested pretty quick, when he got a close up look at those blue eyes and that long body.
Chris owed him big for this night. Vin was turning out to be hotter than they'd expected. It wasn't just the dirty talk. They'd both used dirty talk themselves to get a man going. Buck could be downright creative when it came to telling a man what he was going to do. But, as wary as he'd been downstairs, they hadn't expected Vin to be quite so enthusiastic.
Buck and Chris were both breathing hard, when Vin stopped talking and stood up. He turned to Buck. "There's condoms in my pants pocket," he said. "You want to fuck me?" he asked.
Buck grinned and nodded. Oh yeah, he wanted to fuck Vin.
"Good," Vin said and leaned down and kissed him, his tongue darting in and out of Buck's mouth, teasing, until Buck growled, and then grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close enough that Buck could capture his tongue and suck on it happily for several minutes. Finally the need to breathe drove them apart. When he'd recovered his breath, Vin said. "I've been wanting you to fuck me all night."
Buck leaned up for a quick kiss and then stood up dripping, his cock waving proudly. Vin licked his lips at the sight of it. He'd love to suck Buck off, but Chris was waiting and he wanted to get a taste of him, too. And, he wanted to find out if Buck fucked as well as he sucked cock.
He dried himself off enough not to make a mess on the rug, and then stood naked in front of Chris, who looked up at him. Vin could see the juices leaking out of Chris's cock, and he dropped to his knees. He leaned in and was surprised to feel Chris's hand on the back of his neck, not urging him down, as he expected, but rather up, so that Chris could kiss him.
Chris was as good a kisser as Buck, but his kisses were just that much more demanding and intense than Buck's had been. Chris probably kissed like he fucked, Vin thought. No doubt about who was in charge. Well, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he was gonna use all of 'em to make Chris lose his control. Vin reluctantly gave up kissing Chris, so that he could lick his way down the man's body. He paused to suck each nipple into hardness, and then again when he got to Chris's cock. Instead of taking Chris's cock into his mouth, he said. "I need you to put the chair back, and then scoot up as far as you can. I'm gonna take you around the world, and back again." He licked the head of Chris's cock, to emphasize his point.
Vin sat back on his haunches, and licked the juices from the head of Chris's cock off his lips. He was rewarded when Chris hissed "fuck," and then leaned back in the recliner. He forced the footrest back inside the chair, and then scooted up until his ass was hanging just off the edge of the chair. Vin could get at his cock, his balls, and his ass.
Vin got up and grabbed a couple pillows from the bed and dropped them where Chris's feet dangled off the chair. "Need someplace to put these," Vin said and toed one of Chris's feet. "Buck likes to watch, and I wanna give him a real good view." He and Chris both laughed a little at the choking sound that came from Buck, who was holding Vin's pants, with a hand in one of the pockets, fishing for the condom Vin had said was in there.
Vin grabbed a couple of straight backed chairs, from under the small dinette table. He arranged them and then lifted one of Chris's legs onto each one. Chris was positioned exactly like a woman in a gynecologist's office, with his legs bent and his crotch completely exposed. "You watchin', Buck?" Vin asked unnecessarily.
Buck laughed. "Oh yeah, I'm watching." He got comfortable, as close as he could. He wanted to see Chris fucking Vin's mouth. He wanted to see all those other things Vin had said he was going to do. Buck wasn't sure Vin would do everything he said, but he didn't want to miss anything Vin did do.
Vin stretched out over Chris, and kissed him. Chris's hands cupped his ass, and Vin's still soft dick rubbed against Chris's rock hard dick, and tried valiantly to rise to the occasion. Vin figured, by the time he was done sucking Chris off and Buck had fucked him, his dick would be ready for round two. "You ready for the best cocksucking you ever had?" Chris's eyes flicked to Buck and he gave Vin a questioning look. Vin laughed. "Oh, he's good. But, I reckon I know a thing or two about it."
He gave Chris another quick kiss, and then knelt, arranging the pillows so that his knees had some protection from the carpet. Vin splayed the palms of his hands and his fingers against the inside of Chris's thighs, and spread his legs wider open. Chris's cock was hard and leaking and Vin couldn't resist licking the fluid away, before he turned his attention to Chris's balls. He wanted to suck them, take them all the way in and roll them around on his tongue. But, Chris's sac was too hard and swollen for Vin to be able to get them in, without hurting Chris. So, he settled for mouthing the outside, and licking around the entire sac. He swiped his tongue under and around them and sucked gently.
A tremble went through Chris's legs and Vin could hear the sounds he was making. He moved his mouth to the spot behind Chris's balls and sucked it, rubbing his tongue over it the same time. Chris tried to push himself more into Vin's mouth, but Vin's hands on his thighs prevented Chris bearing down too hard.
"You still watchin', Buck?" Vin asked, his voice sounding amused
"Shit yeah," Buck said a little breathlessly.
"Good," Vin said. "'Cause you don't want to miss this." He looked at Chris's hole, round and pink, and licked his lips. He was surprised that he wanted to do this as badly as Chris probably wanted him to. He'd done it a lot, and never liked it much; but he could charge a lot more, so he didn't have to do as many guys to get by. It was always a risk to do a new guy. You used your best judgment, and tried to avoid guys like the one from earlier, but you never knew for sure, until you were behind a closed door. And, by then it was too late. And, there was always the chance that one of them could be a cop. Getting busted would be disastrous for him. For Vin the tradeoff of working less, but doing things he didn't much like was worth it.
But, tonight, it was different. He wanted to lick Chris from head to toe, and then back down again. He wanted to do the same for Buck. If he had his way, he'd get to taste Buck, before the night was over. Right now, though, Chris was laid out like a feast for him, and he was going to sample every delectable bite.
Buck wanted to fuck Vin badly, but he loved teasing himself. And, he couldn't think of a better way to tease himself, than to watch Vin make good on all that dirty talk. He fingered the unopened condom. And, he squeezed his throbbing dick. 'Down boy,' he ordered himself. 'You'll get your chance, and unless I'm way off, Vin's gonna be the best third Chris and I ever had.'
Chris owed Buck another weekend for this idea. He'd wanted to pass on Vin, preferring to spend this weekend in bed with Buck, than finding a third. But, Buck had noticed Vin sitting at the bar the minute they'd entered the place. Buck always did know how to spot a hot piece of ass. Buck had wanted to go for it, even before the asshole had acted like Vin was his personal property. As soon as they'd realized that Vin was working, and that his customer wasn't the nice kind, Buck had given him that look, the one that Chris knew meant Buck's mind was made up. Chris had nodded his agreement. After all, Vin was hot. And, Buck would remember that Chris had given in this time, when Chris spotted someone he wanted. And, Vin did look good, those big blue eyes and that long hair, in those worn jeans that molded themselves to his ass.
Yeah, Chris owed Buck for not letting him pass Vin up. But, right now, he wanted to concentrate on what Vin was doing to him. He felt the first swipe of Vin's tongue across his hole and nearly lost it right there. His dick had been too hard for too long, and Chris had to squeeze it hard, to keep from blowing his load. The chuckle he heard from Vin annoyed him just enough to keep him from coming. He'd remember that and pay Vin back for it later. 'But, fuck! Vin was tonguing his hole seriously now. He felt Vin shift and then Vin was coming at his hole from behind. Oh fuck! Vin's tongue was up inside him now. 'Fuck!' Chris pushed onto that tongue, wanting more of it inside him. 'God! Vin's tongue was moving in and out of his hole. Fuck!'
Buck's dick was getting harder, if that was possible. Damn! Vin was good at this. He might be as good as Buck himself. Maybe he'd wait and let Vin suck him off, when he was done with Chris. Buck's dick objected fiercely to that idea. It didn't want to wait until Vin finished with Chris's hole and went back to sucking Chris's cock, but that was what Buck was gonna do. He wanted to fuck Vin while Vin sucked Chris, and see if they couldn't come at the same time. 'Holy fuck!' Vin had shifted around so that his back was to the recliner and he was facing Buck. And then he leaned back, and all Buck could see was his pink tongue snaking out and up into Chris's hole. Buck's cock was throbbing and demanding attention. His balls were swollen and it was becoming painful. And, damnit, Vin was fucking Chris's hole with his tongue. 'Oh fuck! What a night! Chris owed him big!'
Vin couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this. He had to laugh at Chris's reaction when he touched Chris's hole with his tongue. Chris had almost come on the spot. Vin loved how he was making Chris feel. He'd never liked doing this before. But, Chris was different. And, Buck was watching. Impossibly, Vin felt his dick stirring and his balls swelling again. He was getting hornier by the minute. He wanted to drive Chris and Buck both wild. His head was in Buck's way for the best view, so Vin shifted, until he was behind Chris. 'Oh yeah, that was better. He could reach Chris's hole easily, but Buck would be able to see a lot better. Vin licked across Chris's hole a couple times, and then he slipped his tongue inside it.
Both of the other men cursed and Vin felt Chris pushing down on his tongue. His own cock throbbed and rose a little more, at the reaction he was getting from both of them. He rewarded Chris by fucking his hole a little with his tongue, something he never did willingly, and never for free. But, tonight wasn't like any other night he'd ever had and Vin was going to do everything he could think of to make it good for all three of them. His own cock wanted attention and he'd already come once. He knew from the feel of Chris's balls and the way Chris had to grab himself that Chris needed to come. Buck was probably just as needy. Vin wanted it to be the best night Chris and Buck had ever had, too. He reluctantly left off of Chris's hole, and asked, "You ready to fuck me, Buck?"
Just when Buck didn't think he was going to be able to hold out anymore, Vin leaned out from behind Chris. His eyes were a darker blue and his dick was half hard again. Vin was easily ten years younger than they were, and it showed in his dick getting hard again so quick, and just from pleasuring Chris. Buck hadn't seen Vin's hand drift down once. When Vin asked if Buck was ready to fuck him, Buck was out of the tub and in front of him, without even drying off.
Vin and Chris both laughed at Buck's eagerness, but then Vin indulged himself, by sucking Buck's cock, deep throating him a couple of times, before pulling back. "Fuck me," he demanded. No one was laughing anymore, as Buck dropped behind Vin with a groan. Vin, for his part, knelt up over Chris and licked the head of his cock and then took it into his mouth. Chris pulled the recliner back into an upright position, to make it easier for Vin to suck him, while Buck fucked him.
Buck tore the condom open with trembling fingers, and watched Vin licking Chris's cock. 'What a fucking night!' Chris's hands caressed Vin's shoulders. He met Buck's eyes, and Buck took a minute to lean in and kiss him. "Thanks," Chris whispered. And then threw his head back, as Vin took him deep. "Suck me!" Chris groaned, loud enough for Vin to hear.
Buck's dick jumped at the sight and sound of Chris so close, and he hastily smoothed the condom on over it. He already knew Vin was open and ready for him, so he didn't have to take the time to get him ready. Still, he wasn't about to just shove his dick in there and start fucking Vin, without giving Vin a heads up.
He licked Vin's ear and then said softly, "I'm going to fuck you now." He didn't expect Vin to protest, and Vin didn't disappoint him, rubbing his ass against Buck's dick. Buck rubbed that ass with both hands and then positioned his cock.
He pushed gently, trying to be careful, but Vin raised his head up off Chris's cock enough to demand, "Fuck me, Buck. I want all you got, hard as you can give it to me." He pushed back on Buck's cock, the tight heat enveloping it and making Buck groan with pleasure.
He gave up trying to be careful. Vin had asked for it, and Buck was going to do his best to deliver. He started out pumping slow, not wanting this to be over too quick. Chris's head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open and he was groaning, as Vin's head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him all the way in on each downstroke. Buck could hardly think, with the way his own cock was feeling, and the way Chris looked. But, he had the presence of mind to reach down and grab Vin's cock. It was completely hard now, and Buck started stroking Vin in time to his own thrusts. He was close, but he wanted to come when Chris did. And, if he could manage it, he wanted Vin to come first. Nothing felt quite like having a guy's ass clench around you, when he was coming. Buck wanted to go over the edge to the sight of Chris's face when he came, and the feel of Vin's ass around him, as he came.
Buck's thrusts got harder and faster as he got closer to the edge, and then Chris let out a long low sound that Buck knew meant he was coming. Vin never faltered, his head kept moving, swallowing, Buck knew. He tried to hold out, until Vin came, but the sight of Chris pushed him over. He couldn't keep up the pace on Vin's cock, as he came hard. He barely felt Vin's hand push his away, but he felt it when Vin came, the spasms in Vin's ass sending aftershocks of pleasure through his own cock. He barely heard Vin cry out, and then all three of them were panting heavily and collapsing. Chris fell back against the chair, Vin lay against Chris's leg, and Buck was draped over Vin. Neither Buck nor Vin was particularly comfortable, but neither one of them could move to get comfortable.
Chris recovered first, sitting up a bit, to rub Buck's back, and the side of Vin's face. It took Buck a few seconds to realize that Chris was talking to him.
"What?" he barely had the energy to groan.
"You're squashing him," Chris said.
"What?" Buck asked again, not comprehending what Chris was saying.
"Vin, you're crushing him," Chris said and shoved his shoulder a little.
Buck realized what Chris was telling him and rolled off to one side of Vin. "Damn, sorry about that," he said to Vin, who really did look a little squashed. His head was pressed up against Chris's leg, and his back was bowed, and his legs were folded awkwardly underneath him.
Vin eased himself into a comfortable position. "Was worth it," he panted out. "Never had such a night in my life."
"I think it's pretty safe to say, it was a damned good night all the way around," Chris said, and leaned down, first to kiss Vin, and then to kiss Buck.
"Damned good," Buck agreed. He snagged a couple of washrags from a small shelf near the Jacuzzi. He could just reach them into the water and he wet them enough so that they could clean themselves up. He tossed one to Chris, then he wiped Vin down, and then he slipped the condom off of his spent cock and wiped himself off. With a groan, he got to his feet, and then he pulled Vin and Chris up, Vin grumbling the whole time. He looked about done in, Buck thought. Coming twice in so short a time could do that to a man. He thought about letting the water out of the Jacuzzi, but it seemed like too much effort, so he settled for turning it off. Without a word, Buck and Chris maneuvered Vin's exhausted body toward the bed. It didn't take Chris a minute to get the sheets and blankets pulled down, and Vin tumbled into the bed, asleep the minute he hit the pillows.
Chris smiled at Buck. "Hell of a time," he said, and kissed his lover.
"You doubted me?" Buck feigned being offended.
"Never," Chris said. "But, I was sure we'd have a better time, just the two of us."
Buck kissed him softly. "Next time," he said.
"I was thinking, we could go up to Maine for lobsters," Chris said.
"Just as long, as I get the catch of the day," Buck said and they both laughed.
"You tired?" Chris asked.
"Not really," Buck said. It's not even ten o'clock. "I think we just wore 'im out." He pointed to Vin.
"Maybe he's just an early to bed, early to rise kind of guy," Chris said. "Want a drink?" he asked, opening the door of the mini bar. "Good stuff in here," he said, rooting through the miniatures.
Buck thought about it. "Nah," he said. "Rather have another go, later, if he wakes up willing. I drink that stuff, and I'm liable to get as tired as Vin, here."
Chris smiled and closed the door of the mini bar. "I like the way you think," he said. "I'll see if there's a game on TV." He picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
Chris and Buck were playing cards at the table, when Vin awoke with a start. He hadn't planned on falling asleep. He smiled at Buck, as the other man noticed him awake. Buck nudged Chris and Vin stretched and yawned away the fuzziness of sleep. He pushed the blankets back and stretched again, before getting out of bed and going to the refrigerator. "You mind," he asked, pulling out a bottle of water and raising it up in their direction. He could make do with tap water, if he had to, but this was cold. They exchanged a glance, that made him feel uncomfortable and he put the bottle back. Chris got up and met him at the sink, as he reached for a glass.
For the first time since before Buck had sucked him, Vin was wary. Then Chris reached out and put his arms around Vin's waist and pulled him in close, and he relaxed. "If you're thirsty, get a drink," Chris said. "If you want something to eat, call room service."
The bottle of water he'd put back, was held out in front of him, by Buck. He hadn't even noticed Buck get up.
"Anything you want, you don't have to ask," Buck whispered to him and nuzzled his neck.
"Thanks," Vin said softly and drank the water. Buck was kissing the side of his neck and Chris's hands were rubbing over his back and down his ass. And, he realized there was something he wanted; something from the two of them. He wasn't sure if they'd go for it. But, the hell with it. He had one night with them, and they were the best lovers he'd ever had. And, just maybe if they gave it to him, he'd forget some other times with men who weren't nearly as good as the two of them. "I want you to fuck me," he blurted out. "Both of you, at the same time."
Chris's arms fell away from his body and Buck stopped kissing his neck. His cheeks got hot, but he didn't care. This was his only chance. He wasn't going to let it go by without trying. "I done it before, not at my choosin'," he said. "Didn't like it. Didn't like what I done to Chris the other times I done it either. But, I liked doin' it to Chris. I liked it a lot. I'd do it to you, if we had more time," he said and turned to face Buck. "We ain't got more time though. Ain't got anything but tonight. And, I'm thinkin' that you two would take a lot more care than any of those other men did. I don't like thinkin' about how it felt when they done me the way they did. But, if you two was to do it, I'd like thinkin' about it. Just like I'm gonna like thinkin' about what I done to Chris."
They weren't looking at him, they were looking at each other. The looks on their faces said he wasn't going to get what he was asking for. Maybe he could convince them. He kissed them deeply in turn, first Chris, then Buck. He reached down and took their semi-hard cocks in hand. "Fuck me, please," he requested. "I want to feel both of you inside me. I want it more than I wanted to suck your cock," he said and looked at Chris. The expression on Chris's face was wavering. He turned to Buck. "I want it more than I wanted you down in that bar," he said. "More than I wanted you to suck me off."
Buck's heart was pounding. He and Chris had never fucked anyone at the same time, in the same hole before. Vin seemed to want it. That night he and Chris had fucked that whore down in Mexico at the same time, Buck had been in her pussy, while Chris had fucked her ass. That had been something special. He had been able to feel Chris's hardness through the thin wall that separated her pussy from her ass. What would it be like to be up inside Vin rubbing against Chris's cock?
"I want something else," Vin said. "I'm clean. I get tested regular. Had the clap a few times, and syphilis once, but nothing else. And, I got tested last week and I ain't got nothin' now. You both strike me as the responsible type. Get tested regular, always use condoms. Just this once," he said, "don't. You asked me to take a chance, downstairs. I'm askin' you to do the same. Fuck me bare, both of you," he said.
Buck pulled away from him, and so did Chris. A look or a nod would do for most questions they had for each other, but not this. They'd have to be clear. Neither one of them wanted any misunderstanding about what the other wanted; to be fought about later.
"You want this?" Buck asked.
Chris shrugged and looked at Vin. Vin had done his best to give them the illusion of privacy. He had turned around facing the Jacuzzi, and he was finishing the bottle of water. He looked good from behind, Chris thought, his eyes drifting down to Vin's ass. 'What would it be like to be inside him, fucking him, feeling Buck's cock rub against his, with no condoms between them?'
Buck's eyes followed Chris's line of sight, seeing exactly what he was focused on. Fucking Vin had been incredible, almost as good as fucking Chris. Feeling that tight heat around him, while Chris's cock stroking his, it would be amazing. And, from the look on his face, Chris wanted it.
"Hell of an offer," Buck said.
"Dangerous one," Chris responded. "He isn't exactly screening his clients carefully."
"I know," Buck said. "But, he said he's clean. If he is, to be up in there, feeling you in there too..." His face twisted and he had to suck in a breath, at the image in his head.
"Yeah," Chris said, looking from Vin to Buck, and then back at Vin. "It'd be something special. But, what if he's not clean?"
Buck followed Chris's gaze. "I don't think he'd lie about that," he whispered to Chris. "Do you?"
Chris's gaze moved from Vin's ass to the back of his head. He studied him for a minute. "No," he said thoughtfully. "I don't think he'd lie about being clean."
"It's takin' a risk, no doubt," Buck said. "But, I don't think it's too big a risk."
Chris looked at Vin, who had wandered over to the Jacuzzi, and was draining the now cold water.
"Fuck it," Chris said. "We've done crazier things, that we knew for sure weren't safe. If he wants it, and you want it," he said, "then I want it, too."
"I want it," Buck said and leaned in and kissed him. When they separated, Vin was watching them again. Buck held out a hand to him, and he crossed the few feet between them. "You sure about this?" Buck asked.
Vin met his eyes. "I'm sure," he said. "Ain't likely to meet up with many fellas like you two. Figure on getting' everything I can tonight."
Buck kissed him. "You can change your mind," Chris said. "Any time it gets to be too much for you, say the word and we'll find some other way to make all three of us happy."
Vin nodded gratefully. He wanted this, but it was good to know that if it didn't go the way he thought it would, if bad memories overwhelmed him, or if it just hurt too much, they'd let him stop. There weren't many guys he'd been with, he would have believed about that, but he believed them. Vin was sure, that even if both of them were close, and he asked them to stop, they would. That's the kind of men they were. "Ain't likely to wanna stop," he said. "Good to hear, though," he added, a little embarrassed by the admission. As long as he'd been doing this, it was stupid to want reassurance.
Buck put his hands on Vin's shoulders and massaged the tension he found there. Vin leaned into it, and rested his head against Buck's chest. Buck moved a little closer, so that his body was molded against Vin's. He moved his hands slowly down Vin's arms, squeezing and caressing as he went. Chris moved in close and kissed Vin, softly at first, but with building passion. One hand roamed over Vin's chest, tweaking and pulling at his nipples, while the other hand caressed Buck's arm. Vin, for his part, was reaching back with one hand, and forward with the other, stroking and squeezing any part he could reach.
Chris dropped to his knees in front of Vin, and took his half-hard cock into his mouth. Buck bent slightly at the knees, so that his cock would line up with the crack of Vin's ass. He kept teasing Vin's nipples, and kissing the sides of his neck, while he rubbed his cock to full hardness. Chris, he noticed was stroking his own cock, while he sucked Vin's. They kept up their dual assault on Vin, until he groaned and pushed Chris away. "Fuck me," he hissed out.
Chris got to his feet. "Our pleasure," he said and kissed Vin and then Buck. Chris pulled the pillows from the head of the bed down, and arranged them so that he could lean back against them, near the end of the bed. Buck waited until Chris was comfortable, and then handed him the lube.
"Not yet," Vin said. "Only got tonight. Didn't get near enough of a taste b'fore," he said with a grin. Then he bent over Chris and licked the head of his cock, before taking it into his mouth. He sucked Chris, for several minutes, while Buck rubbed the head of his cock over Vin's hole. Finally, Vin took the lube out of Chris's hand and squeezed a generous amount out and started to slather it over Chris's cock.
Buck took the lube and worked some into Vin's hole. He was still loose from being fucked earlier and Buck had no trouble getting it inside of him. The moist heat and softness of Vin's passage surrounding his finger made his cock throb. He couldn't wait to feel it around his cock. And Chris would be in there, too. Pleasure rippled through him at the thought.
Vin grinned wickedly, first at Chris, and then he turned around and faced Buck. "Hope you boys got a good ride in you," he said. "'Cause it's been a long time since I been so turned on at the idea of getting' fucked." He wished he could see Chris's face, but he needed to be able to support his own weight somewhat, and for that, he would have to have his back to Chris. He lifted his ass, and slid easily onto Chris's cock. His feet easily reached the floor and Vin used his leg muscles to slowly lift himself, while Chris's hips rose to follow. Vin hissed at the feeling and Chris groaned loudly. "Just hang on," Vin said, over his shoulder, as Chris started to move inside him. "Slow and easy 'cause I ain't got near enough of a taste of Buck yet, neither." He reached out and grabbed Buck's hips and pulled him closer. Buck went willingly. "Wanna taste ya," he said.
"I ain't gonna turn it down," Buck said, and moved that much closer to make it easier for Vin to take him into his mouth. Buck enjoyed the sensations, until Vin pulled off. Chris was thrusting slowly up inside Vin, and Vin's eyes were half closed. His lips were wet and nicely swollen. Chris's hands played along Vin's back, and his ass cheeks, and Chris's eyes were closed and his tongue was licking his lips. His breath was coming in little puffs and gasps. Buck had to close his eyes against the picture of the two of them, or he'd come on the spot.
He stayed still, until he was back in control. No way did he want to miss out on Vin's hot ass, and Chris's dick at the same time, by coming on the sheets, like some teenager getting his first piece of ass. "Gotta open you up some more," he told Vin, his voice deeper and rougher than usual.
"Yeah," Vin said. He slowly leaned back, Chris's hands and arms supporting his back, until he was pressed up against Chris. Buck moved into the V of Chris's legs, and Chris held still, while Buck lifted Vin's legs and rested them against his chest.
"Now, that is a pretty sight," Buck said, gazing down at Chris's cock, buried in Vin's ass. "Just wish I could see it when I'm in there, too," he said. He coated his fingers with lube, and then slid one inside of Vin. He made sure to rub the sensitive spot behind the head of Chris's cock, as he gently finger fucked Vin.
"More," Vin said a little breathlessly.
Buck was in the mood to oblige him and he slid two more fingers in flat against the first. He waited until he could move the fingers in and out freely to add his fourth finger. Chris and Vin were both groaning on every stroke, and Buck shuddered with pleasure at the sounds. His cock was throbbing. God, he wanted it in there. He slowly moved his fingers until they were bunched and nearly as thick around as his cock. Vin gasped a little and Buck stopped moving.
"Do it," Vin said in a strangled voice. "Fuck me, now. Wanna feel you," he said. "Wanna feel both of you fucking me."
"Shut up, Vin," Chris said, "or you ain't gonna feel nothin', but Buck getting sloppy seconds."
Vin and Buck both laughed, Vin a little smugly.
Buck eased his fingers out. He squeezed more lube up inside Vin, and then coated his cock with it. "Gonna fuck you now," he said.
"Do it," Vin said. If he was nervous or afraid, his voice didn't give it away.
Still, Buck knew he had to take it slow. He moved in closer and crouched some, so that he could get inside of Vin, without pulling Chris out. It would be uncomfortable, and he'd feel it in his legs tomorrow, but to fuck Vin at the same time as Chris? He'd put up with sore muscles later. He leaned in slowly, giving Vin's body time to adjust to being compressed almost in half, and he positioned himself at Vin's opening, the head of his cock rubbing against Chris's cock. Buck pushed gently, and then a little harder, until the opening gave and the head of his cock slipped inside Vin's passage.
All three of them groaned, Buck and Chris in pure pleasure and Vin in a mixture of pleasure, relief, and some mild discomfort. For Vin, this experience was the complete opposite of the last time he'd done this. It had been a long time ago, when he'd first started turning tricks. He hadn't been savvy enough or cautious enough and he'd agreed to do three men. It had been stupid, but they'd agreed to pay him double what he would have charged them separately. He'd only been able to see the money, three guys who would pay him what he'd have to do six guys to get. It still stung that he'd been that naïve. He hadn't seen the danger of the situation he was putting himself in.
The three turned out to be the type who wanted whatever they wanted, and they didn't much care what Vin thought about it. He wasn't a person with the right to say no. He was a whore, they'd paid for, and they expected him to do anything they wanted. He was regretting the deal long before two of them had taken him at the same time. If he'd picked up six guys, they would each have come once, and he'd have the same money he was getting from the three. But, they wouldn't give him all his money up front, and after he'd sucked each one of them off, they'd demanded more. And, then more.
Finally, he had been on top of one of them, when one of the others had decided that he was going to fuck Vin, too. Vin had tried to say no, and end the night right then. All three of them had already come at least once, and he just wanted to get his money and get out of there. But, the man he was riding had pulled him down and one of the others had laid over his back, holding him in place. The third man had forced his way into Vin. Both of the men had fucked him hard, unconcerned with his pain and anger. They'd left him there, when they were done, humiliated and hurting. One of them had thrown the rest of his money, along with an extra $50 on the bed, and laughed and said he'd earned it. That had been the last time Vin had went with more than one man, until tonight.
He was very glad he'd taken the chance. Buck and Chris were nothing like those men. They'd been reluctant to do this, when he'd asked them. He'd had to convince them. And, they were being so careful. And, they'd seen to it that he was close, before they started to fuck him. And, damn, it felt so good. There was a bit of discomfort, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of both of them inside him, of Buck's hand on his cock, stroking him slowly, of the constant stimulation of his prostrate. He wanted it to last forever.
When Chris felt Buck's fingers stroking his cock inside of Vin, he thought he'd never felt anything better. Until Buck's cock finally slid against his, slick and hot and hard, and surrounded by Vin's tight wet heat. He groaned loudly. Nothing had ever or would ever feel this good. He stroked slowly, savoring every thrust of Buck's cock, and every clench of Vin's ass, until he couldn't hold back any longer and he had to thrust faster.
Buck sighed with pleasure. He'd been right about the way it would feel. It was so much better than it had been fucking that woman with Chris. To actually have Chris's cock rubbing along his, skin to skin, and Vin's body around them, making it so much better, was amazing. It was the best thing he'd ever felt. He moved slowly at first, making sure that his hand on Vin's cock matched his tempo. He watched Vin, and listened to him, for any signs of distress. He and Chris wouldn't hurt Vin for anything. But, all he could see was Vin's head thrown back against Chris's shoulder. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open and he was panting. The look on his face wasn't pain, but pleasure.
Buck groaned as, he finally had to give in and start fucking Vin in earnest. Each stroke of his cock, was doubly pleasurable, with Chris and Vin both adding to the sensations. He sped his hand up on Vin's cock. He knew without asking, or even looking at Chris, that both of them wanted Vin to come first. This had been one of the best nights of their lives, and they wanted Vin to remember it just as fondly as they were going to.
Buck and Chris were both thrusting faster and Buck's hand was playing his cock like a fiddle. Vin felt the heat and sensation building in his balls, until he cried out and came harder than he could ever remember coming. He was torn between falling against Chris and curling up toward Buck, until Buck, too, came, with a long loud groan, and fell against him, pushing him toward Chris. Buck's hand fell away from his cock, and Vin felt his ass flood with warmth. Then Chris came; Vin barely heard his cry.
For a long time, the only sounds were harsh gasps and gulps of air. Buck recovered enough to ease out of Vin, his cock dribbling a final pleasurable spasm of come that rolled down Vin's thigh, to land somewhere on Chris. His legs were burning and felt rubbery, and he was grateful to ease their strain. He rolled to his side, and threw an arm over Vin's chest, and kissed Chris clumsily on the cheek. Fuck! What a great night!
Chris felt a pang of regret, when Buck's cock slipped out of Vin, but Vin's body immediately surrounded his cock again, making it spasm again. He felt Buck stretch out against him, and kiss his cheek. He knew that he was going to have to pull out of Vin soon, but the idea held no appeal. This had been the best night he and Buck had had in a long time. Vin was the best third they'd ever brought in. He thought about maybe asking Vin to consider taking them on as regular clients, but Vin hadn't been working and he didn't want to cheapen what the three of them had shared, by turning it into that. Although, he could think of at least a dozen of their own clients who would love Vin. Maybe Vin would consider working for them.
Chris rejected that thought almost immediately. Tonight, was something special for him and Buck. He thought it had been special for Vin too. He wouldn't do or say anything to make Vin regret or think of this night as less than he was thinking of it right now. He knew he'd think with regret of Vin, when a client wanted someone a little less refined than Ezra, or younger than he and Buck . . . But, remembering the look on Vin's face when he'd said how much he'd liked what he had done to Chris would remind him of why he hadn't asked Vin to work for them when he had the chance.
Vin needed to stretch badly, to change position, because his back was starting to ache fiercely. His ass was sore, but not anything like it had been that other time. But, he didn't want to move. He didn't want to feel Chris's cock pull out. He already felt the loss of Buck's cock inside him. He wished they had more time. There was so much he hadn't got to do with them. He hadn't got to suck Buck all the way off. He hadn't had just Chris fuck him. He hadn't fucked either one of them. And, there were a lot of other things he could think of he'd like to do with them, if he wasn't so tired. Right now, he just needed to rest for a little while.
Chris was starting to get uncomfortable. For a skinny guy, Vin weighed a ton, especially when it was dead weight on top of him. Vin had to be getting uncomfortable, too, he knew. "Gotta move," he said softly in Vin's ear.
Vin sighed. He knew that he had to be getting heavy, and that Chris had to be as uncomfortable as he was, but he also knew that when Chris's cock slipped out of him, the night was effectively over. He was certain that they wouldn't kick him out, but his dick was down for the count and theirs probably were, too. That was the only thing he was going to regret about tonight.
Well, that and the fact that he didn't have all the money he needed to pay for his room. He was already a couple days behind. The guy from earlier had promised him $100, and that would have been enough to pay what he owed, and have some left over to live on. It was bad enough he'd had to blow the pig who ran the place once, to get the extension, Vin wasn't looking forward to having to do him again. He was already paying double what the motel charged for a night, and all of that was going into the guy's pocket. But, he didn't want his name in the ledger, and the guy had agreed to register him as John Smith, if he'd pay double. Maybe he'd crash here for a few hours and then head over to the diner to see if he couldn't find someone. A lot of guys would be in there early. Most of them were straight, but straight guys liked their dicks sucked as much as gay guys and their dicks weren't particular about what mouth was sucking them. And, he could always throw in sucking their balls. A lot of straight guys hadn't ever had their balls sucked. That might be enough to make them forget it wasn't a woman sucking them off.
Chris and Buck exchanged a look of concern. What the hell was Vin thinking of, that he didn't hear Chris asking him to move. Chris had called him, and then Buck had called him, softly, it was true. Neither one of them wanted to yell at someone who'd given them so much pleasure, but they were starting to worry a bit. Was Vin regretting what they'd done?
Finally, Buck shook Vin's shoulder a little.
"What?" Vin startled. Then he blushed and apologized. "Damn, sorry," he said. He rolled off of Chris, hissing as he pulled off of Chris's cock.
"Nothing to be sorry for," Chris said. "Just wanted to be sure you were OK."
Vin grinned at them both. "Better than OK," he said. "It was good," he said, meaning it. "Was just thinking on it," he lied. They hadn't been anything but good to him, and they had given him a great night, given him some good memories that he could try to remember instead of some bad ones. He didn't want them to know that he had anything on his mind, but the sex they'd shared.
Buck groaned a little as he stood and stretched. "Hell of a wet spot, there," he said. "Glad it's down the bottom of the bed."
"Me, too," Chris said. He threw his arms forward, letting the momentum help him get to his feet. He went to the minibar. "Now?" he asked Buck, who only grinned at him. "What's your pleasure?" he asked Vin, as he pulled a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels out for himself, and a bottle of Seagram's 7 for Buck.
Vin considered it. He should probably pass, but the hell with it. If he didn't wake up in time, to get to the diner before the early crowd was gone, he'd just give the clerk at the motel the money he did have, and blow him again. Sure, he was a slob, whose cock smelled like stale piss, but he came fast, and he didn't want anything fancy. He just unzipped, thrust in Vin's mouth a dozen times, and shot his load. It didn't take five minutes, and he didn't care if Vin spit his cum into the trashcan. The hell with it. "Jack," he said.
Buck tossed Chris a clean washcloth, and he cleaned himself up. He gave Vin a warm cloth. "Your ass OK?" he asked, concerned. They'd tried to be careful, but two cocks in his ass, even if they were careful could have torn Vin up some.
Vin grinned at him, as he wiped his stomach and cock off, and then his ass. "Fine, ma," he answered, and held up the cloth to prove it. There was a little blood, along with some shit, and a lot of cum, but not enough for Buck to worry about. "Hell of a night," Vin said, the grin fading a bit. "Thanks," he added quietly.
"That goes for us too," Buck said, just as quietly. He leaned down and kissed Vin. "We're never gonna forget you," he said, meaning it. Not, in the same way as they remembered that whore in Mexico. Vin, they would remember with regret that they had only had one night with him. That, they hadn't known him in other ways, having nothing to do with sex. Buck thought they could have been friends if they'd met in another way. Vin would probably be a pretty good friend to have, he thought, sad that they wouldn't have the chance to find out.
"Ain't likely to forget you boys, either," Vin said, looking regretful.
"You two sure know how to bring a party down," Chris said, and handed them both their drinks.
Buck laughed out loud at the absurdity of that statement. Chris telling him, he was bringing a party down? That was like a science geek telling the class clown he was taking his studies too seriously. Chris laughed with him. Vin gave them both a puzzled look. He cracked open the miniature and drank about half of it, then put the lid back on and dropped it on the bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he said, and grunted, as his lower back pulled.
Chris and Buck were looking at him intently, and he felt compelled to say something. "I'm fine," he said. "Back's always a mite irritable, and it didn't appreciate the last go round, near as much as I did. Just gotta stretch the kinks out a bit.
"You want me to rev up the tub?" Buck asked.
Vin considered it. "Nah," he finally decided. "Just gonna take a shower, and I wouldn't mind gettin' some sleep, if ya'll don't mind some company.
Chris waved at the bed. "Plenty of room," he said. "You're welcome to spend the night."
"Thanks," Vin said, and snagged a towel, on his way into the shower.
Buck waited until the door closed behind him, before turning to Chris. "I'm gonna order room service," he said. "I'm starving. Figure he is, too, but he won't ask."
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "Order a variety," he said. "He can pick what he likes, and we can eat what he doesn't want."
Buck picked up the phone and ordered three different sandwiches, with the condiments on the side, and two orders each of onion rings and French fries. Buck preferred fries, but Chris would eat whichever of the other two sides, that Vin didn't eat. They straightened the sheets and blankets, and threw the pillows to the top of the bed, and Buck wiped at the mess they'd made on the end of the bed, with a clean towel. The food arrived, just as Vin stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist. His hair had been towel dried, and combed back, and hung wetly away from his face.
"Take your pick," Chris said.
"Thanks," Vin said. He picked up the half-finished miniature, and sat down at the table. He was hungry, but room service was way out of his budget, and he hadn't wanted to ask. They'd been good to him, but he wasn't working and they didn't owe him anything. They ate, mostly without talking. Occasionally one of them would ask for a napkin, or the salt, but they didn't feel the need to fill the comfortable silence with small talk. Vin sipped at the little bottle, while he ate.
They finished eating, and Vin yawned and stretched. "Gotta hit the hay," he said. "Any particular place you like to sleep?"
"Chris sleeps on the left, and I sleep on Chris," Buck said and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I bet you do," Vin said, with a grin. He pushed away from the table, and slid under the top sheet, and pulled the quilt up over him. He punched and twisted one of the pillows, until it was how he liked it, and then he rolled over and closed his eyes, without, turning off the light. Within minutes, he was snoring softly.
Chris nodded toward Vin. "Looks like a good idea," he told Buck and kissed him. "It's a big damn bed," he said. I'd appreciate having some of it to myself," he groused.
Buck laughed. It was an old fight, never taken seriously by either one of them. "I guess I could snuggle up to Vin," he said, "if I get cold."
Chris kissed him a little harder. "Just as long as you remember who's going home with you in the morning," he said.
"Oh, ain't no doubt of that," Buck said.
Chris yawned. "Night," he said.
"Night," Buck said. They settled into the bed, comfortably. Buck turned off the light, and soon the only sounds in the room were the snores of three men.