Author's Note: This story is the second in the 'Chances' series and follows immediately after the events in Taking A Chance. Contains graphic M/M/M sexual content.
Ezra took his time getting ready for bed. He had indulged in an unusually long shower, washing every nook and cranny of his body at least twice over, then just as thoroughly drying himself, wanting his skin to feel smooth and appealing to touch. He next blow-dried his hair, finger combing it until the short brown locks settled over his scalp in a wealth of careless waves – a style that Buck had once commented looked unbelievably sexy on him.When that was done, he carefully shaved away any hint of stubble from his face with a borrowed disposable razor, and then looked down, giving long critical contemplation to the idea of shaving his nether region as well. Finally, he decided against it. The odds of his slightly shaking hands nicking himself and turning the area into a bloody mess were too great to run the risk. Besides, he wasn't overly hirsute to begin with, even in that area. Surely the other men wouldn't mind.
A dissatisfied huff escaped as Ezra cleaned the razor and set it aside for morning. That was the whole problem. He didn't know what his friends liked, at least not in this context. After he had kissed them out on the back porch, Chris and Buck had insisted that he stay for dinner. Over dinner, they had invited him to stay for breakfast and one look in their eyes had been enough to confirm that they weren't suggesting he spend a night in the guest-room.
Ezra had been surprised by the offer, having somehow assumed that the others would want him to go home and consider this new venture more fully before committing himself, but instead they had seemed eager to make the offer. If was as if they were afraid that he might talk himself out of the decision and run away if given too much time to think.
As he studied his wide-eyed reflection in the mirror, Ezra realized that their assessment was most likely correct. Here he was, about to enter the very scenario he had dreamed about a hundred times in the past, mere minutes from the achievement of all his desires, and he was scared silly. He just wasn't sure what would be expected of him in a threesome. What if he made false assumptions and did things all wrong? Suppose he shot off like an overexcited teenager the moment they touched him, embarrassing himself and disappointing his new partners? Or, even worse, what if his nerves got the better of him and he couldn't perform at all?
Glancing down his nude body, Ezra winced. Impotence seemed a far more likely scenario. He was so nervous right now that his cock was completely unaroused at the thought of what was coming. In fact, it seemed to him that the organ had shriveled! Surely, the others would be expecting a far more enthusiastic greeting.
Oh, God. He couldn't just stride out into the master bedroom in this state!
Fumbling toward the small pile of folded clothing he had removed to take his shower, Ezra pulled his boxer shorts back on. Part of him wondered if he shouldn't just put everything else back on, as well, and go home. Would the others hate him for getting their hopes up if he were to get dressed and tell them he'd changed his mind? They had said they would understand if he wanted to keep their friendship platonic.
One hand poised on the doorknob, Ezra paused. He didn't really want to go home. He didn't want to spend another night alone, longing for what he couldn't have. Especially now that his dreams were being offered to him on a silver platter! He would never forgive himself if he threw away this chance.
It just . . . scared him, thinking of all the things that might go wrong, of all the ways he might let Chris and Buck down.
Ezra forced himself to take a deep breath, holding it and letting it out slowly as he recognized that the air was moving in and out of his lungs far too fast. Now wouldn't that be romantic; his friends invite him to share their bed and then find him passed out on the bathroom floor, having suffered a panic attack at the mere thought of it!
Gathering his courage, Ezra slowly turned the knob and pressed the door silently open. The air in the bedroom felt refreshingly cool after spending so long in the steamy bathroom and the contrast made his nipples harden. Ezra was glad of it, hoping the others would take that as a sign of interest, since his more vital anatomy was still not convinced.
Buck was sitting on the bed, hands crossed over his stomach as he lounged comfortably against the pillows, watching Chris. He had one leg under the covers while the other dangled over the side, the blankets covering his hips and keeping Ezra from seeing whether or not he wore anything beneath them. He suspected not, and had to swallow at the surge of combined pleasure and panic that thought gave him.
Chris was wearing a pair of boxers and had his back to Ezra, hanging some clothes up in the closet. He turned at the sound of the doorknob releasing as Ezra let it go, and gave him an encouraging smile. Buck smiled too as he caught sight of him. Neither seemed upset that he had spent such an abnormally long time in their bathroom.
They both looked so attractive, and so damned comfortable with the entire situation, that Ezra felt all of his fears go into overdrive again. He could not move, just stood there like a fool, half-in and half-out of the room. God, he hadn't felt this nervous since he was a blushing 17-year-old virgin. Probably not even then!
Seeming to sense this, Buck slid out from under the covers and walked to his side, his movements slow and sexy. Ezra swallowed again. He had been right about Buck being naked beneath the blankets, and the sight of that lean, lightly tanned body fully exposed before him sent a rush of heat washing over him from head to toe.
Buck smiled into his dilated green eyes, running a hand over his own chest and stomach and giving a light stroke to his already aroused manhood. "Howdy," he said, his voice raspy and soft as he bent to place a slow deep kiss on Ezra's lips.
"Christ, Buck, don't scare him off," Chris scolded, hearing the soft whimper that escaped Ezra's throat as his mouth was sensuously devoured.
"Nothing to be scared of," he said as he broke the kiss. "Just wanted to show Ezra that we're happy to have him with us, that's all."
Chris's soft laugh tickled Ezra's ears as he came near and slid an arm around him, leading him away from Buck and over to the bed, where the dazed man was pressed to take a seat. Addressing Buck, he said, "Sometimes your welcome can be a little overwhelming."
Buck simply grinned and went back to his place at the side of the bed, not bothering to cover himself this time.
Chris sat down beside Ezra. "We're all a little new to this, so I think maybe we'd better talk for a couple of minutes." Ezra nodded, head still spinning a bit from Buck's greeting. "We have no idea what you like to do in bed, and it occurs to me that Buck might have made you a little nervous earlier when he said that we were adventurous. Just so you know, he didn't mean anything kinky. We don't fist, suffocate, piss on each other, break out the bull-whips, or any of that other shit. He just meant that we're open-minded to what each other like."
"We both do top, bottom, ride front-ways or doggie-style, perform fellatio, sixty-nine, anything like that," Buck cut in. "If you like to be tied to the bed, or need to be prepped with a dildo, or maybe you can only top when you're doing another guy, all you have to do is say so. If all you want for now is to watch Chris and me together, that's okay too, though I gotta confess that I hope it isn't."
Chris grinned. "You said you'd had fantasies. So, whatever you want tonight, Ezra. This one's all for you."
"I don't really know," he replied honestly. "When I woke up this morning, the very last place I ever thought I'd end the day was in your bed. I confess, however, that it is a relief to learn that you're not closet S&M junkies, or I would be forced to head home unsatisfied."
"Aww, you mean you don't have domination fantasies about commanding our every move?" Buck teased. Pointing to Chris, he adopted a Marine drill-sergeant tone as he ordered, "Down on your knees, recruit! Give me twenty push-ups, then cover me in chocolate syrup and tickle my ass with a feather duster!"
Chris and Ezra both burst out laughing and Ezra felt some of his nervous tension drain away. This situation was unexpected, but he was still in the company of two of his very best friends. He could trust them, and after all, this was an unusual experience for them as well.
"What I need most is simply to believe that this can truly be happening. I keep expecting to wake up," Ezra continued with a slight laugh. He felt his face color up as he admitted, "When I imagine us together, I usually daydream about being taken. My last two boyfriends, neither one recent, were both natural bottoms. I haven't been taken by anyone in years, and I miss that, but . . ."
Smiling a little at his obvious embarrassment, Chris asked, "What?"
The blush deepened. "There have also been frequent nights where I urged myself to completion with thoughts of taking one or the other of you."
Buck leered. "Ever think of doing both at the same time? You've got all sorts of possibilities open to you now."
At that suggestion, Ezra's previous fear of impotency vanished. A surge of blood inflated his cock so suddenly and powerfully that he grunted in shock. Chris followed his startled glance downward, his face taking on a leer that totally matched his partner's at the sudden tenting of Ezra's boxers.
"I think we got us a plan, Buck," he said, pressing Ezra's chest until he lay propped back on his forearms. "Scoot up a little," he ordered.
Ezra obeyed, hitching his body higher on the large mattress until he lay diagonally across it. Finding himself in sudden close proximity to Buck's groin, he looked up and said, "May I?"
"Damned right, you may," Buck told him, rolling part-way onto his left hip to allow better access.
Shifting his weight to one elbow, Ezra twisted sideways, careful to keep his hips flat as Chris stripped him of his underwear. He reached out slowly, almost reverently, to stroke Buck's hip and stomach before taking a light grip around his cock. It was difficult to imagine how the other man had managed to stay so hard when Ezra had not seen him touch himself even once since he'd settled back on the bed, but Buck was clearly ready for this.
Taking his time, Ezra stroked up and down the sturdy rod a few times, marveling at the contrast between the hardness of the organ and the silky softness of the skin that covered it. It was considerably larger than his own, he guessed about nine inches long, and a bit intimidating in its rigid thickness. "You could have made a healthy living as a porn star, if you had chosen to, Mr. Wilmington," he commented. "This is gorgeous."
Buck laughed. "Well, thanks, Ezra. You're not so bad yourself."
"Only average," he admitted regretfully. He boasted just over six inches fully engorged, and normally he was comfortable with that, but tonight he felt very self-conscious. If Chris was accustomed to being taken by Buck, then surely he would be disappointed in any lesser man.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," Chris told him as he settled himself between Ezra's splayed thighs, stroking the tender flesh there before he bent to lick and nibble at the half-erect cock resting in a nest of soft brown curls. The flesh perked up at his touch, swelling to a pleasant thickness as he coaxed it into life, but Chris seemed to understand that Ezra still felt worried. After a few more moments working his new partner, Chris stood up again, allowing a good look at his own body as he stepped out of his boxers. Ezra relaxed a bit, seeing that Chris was also of average size. "Buck doesn't object when I take him."
"Hell, no," Buck confirmed, approval shining in his eyes as they swept over his partner's lean body. "I love every second of it."
Ezra hesitated before asking Chris, "So, you don't mind? You won't feel . . . dissatisfied?"
Buck replied in his partner's stead. "Sometimes it takes a little extra work to get him ready for me, but Chris's favorite toy is just your size. I can make him come with that, no problem at all, so he's bound to have even more fun with the real thing." Chris nodded his agreement, settling once more between Ezra's legs and stroking him with gentle callused fingertips. Buck likewise stroked a hand over Ezra's hair. "The real question is; am I going to hurt you? You said it's been awhile and from your reaction, I'm guessing that the last guy wasn't built like me. Maybe we'd better let Chris do the honors for you. Maybe some other time, you'll want to give me a try after you've had a chance to prep."
"Prep?" he said uncertainly.
Chris smiled. "I usually wear a graduated plug for an hour or two on the nights I want Buck to take me. That helps everything go smoother for us." He grinned wickedly. "Thing also gets me hard as a rock."
"Sometimes he keeps that sucker in while he takes me," Buck said, a lascivious heat in his eyes. He whistled as he reached out to stroke Chris's cock. "Talk about staying power!"
"The point is, don't be embarrassed to admit it if you're not ready for anything we might suggest, Ezra," Chris told him. "Like we told you earlier, we've been thinking about this for a long time. We want everything about tonight to be pure pleasure for you."
Ezra considered this. He wanted everything to be pleasurable for his partners, too, but that just wasn't going to happen if he tried to accommodate Buck and found the experience too awkward or painful to get through. Unfortunately, that was a distinct possibility at present. He nodded at Chris. "I think you'd better be the one."
Buck winked at him. "In that case, I reckon there's no harm in you finishing what you started a couple of minutes ago."
Before he could answer, Ezra sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Chris obey the suggestion as well. His warm wet mouth closed over Ezra's cock, lips and tongue moving expertly as they urged him toward greater fullness. Buck's rose before him, an idol just waiting to be properly worshipped.
Closing his lips over the rosy round head, Ezra pushed down as far as he could, came slowly back up, and then repeated, adding the movement of his tongue to the action. The thick column of flesh was more than he could take inside but he did his best to accommodate it, using his fist to work the portion he couldn't reach with his mouth. Buck grunted, clearing having no objection to his technique, expressing his satisfaction in a throaty groan when Ezra suddenly hummed out a long moan of pleasure as Chris gripped his balls and deep-throated him.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were soft slurps and an occasional grunt or groan. At last, Buck pushed Ezra's head gently away, saying, "You'd better hold up now. Tonight I'd rather come from the feel of you inside me."
Chris also stopped what he'd been doing and for a moment, Ezra felt bereft, having become totally caught up in the exquisite combination of both giving and receiving oral stimulation. Buck and Chris allowed him no time to worry about it. Pausing only long enough to engage in a long, hot kiss of their own, the two men urged Ezra to lie back and rest his head on one of the pillows at the top of the bed, while they worked together to prepare him.
Ezra randomly petted whatever stretch of warm flesh he could reach, enjoying the feel of smooth skin and hard muscle beneath his hands. He felt indulged, worshipped . . . loved as he watched Chris squeeze a healthy dollop of lube into his hand, ready to spread it over his own cock.
"Wait," Ezra said, as Buck started to do the same for him. "I just remembered. Do you have condoms?"
"Damn, didn't think of that," Chris chided himself, pausing with the gel still balanced in his palm. "We don't use them with just each other."
"Pretty sure we've still got a box unopened in the bathroom," Buck remembered. "Need me to go get it for you?"
Ezra hesitated. "I had a physical examination just a month ago, including blood tests for sexually transmitted infections. I passed with perfect health."
Concern shining in his eyes, Buck asked. "Did you have reason to worry that you might be sick? You never told us."
"Oh, no," he corrected hastily. "I still have such tests done semi-annually by choice. Lately there's been no reason I should, but it's good to be certain. Besides, I believe in keeping my hopes up."
The other two men chuckled. Buck teased him, "Are you having naughty teacher fantasies, Ez? Too many raging hormones and hot young things on that campus of yours?"
He laughed. "I'm happy to say that I do get flirted with quite often, but I know better than to offer 'extra credit' in that fashion. I worked too hard to get where I am. So, what about you? Do I have anything to worry about?"
When they had all worked together in Federal law enforcement, STD tests had been part of the annual health examinations, but that had stopped when they all quit four years earlier. Chris and Buck had decided to declare their relationship openly and move in together, and had retired to start up their own horse rental and outdoor tourism business. Ezra had gone back to school to complete his Masters in education and was currently working as a sociology and economics professor at the University of Denver.
"No, we're good," said Chris. "We have the tests done once a year, too. Neither of us has been with anyone else since we moved in together but, like you say, it pays to be certain."
"So, we probably don't need protection," Buck translated, "but if you'd be happier with raincoats all around, that's okay."
Ezra grimaced. "No, and I'm sorry if I've insulted you by asking. It's just . . . I wasn't prepared for this and I felt . . ."
"It's all right, Ezra," Buck said again as he fumbled for words, leaning over to plant a reassuring kiss on his lips. "We understand."
"What must you think of me?" Ezra sighed. "Worrying about anything and everything when I'm supposed to be having fun and enjoying this new experience."
Chris told him, "I think that you're brave to give something new a try, when you hadn't had time to think over all of the consequences. I also think it's totally reasonable of you to want to ensure your own safety." He smiled then, leaning over to plant a passionate kiss upon Ezra's lips. "And I think we both love you just a little bit more for wanting to reassure us about our safety with you."
Buck leaned over and boldly fondled Chris's dick as he also captured Ezra's mouth in a kiss. "If you're still scared, then I think we haven't finished our homework yet. What do you say, Teach? Care for another lesson?"
With a grin, Ezra lay back and folded his hands behind his head, spreading his legs in invitation. "I am ready to learn, gentlemen."
Chris grinned and once again filled his palm with lubricant, which he spread evenly over the length of Ezra's cock. Ezra moaned softly at the slow thorough motions of Chris's hand. "Like that?" Chris teased when Ezra splayed his legs even wider as Buck pressed one thickly lubed finger inside his body.
"Oh, God, yes," he breathed. "More."
Both of his new lovers replied with action. Chris bent to work his body, licking and nibbling up his torso, pausing to tease both nipples into hard points before continuing upward to nip and suck at the pulse point of his neck, making certain to leave a mark there before moving up again and pressing his lips to Ezra's. He slid his tongue inside for a long thorough taste, hands continuing to stroke the southerner's hard body, and Ezra moaned in pleasure as both his arms slid up Chris's body, holding him close.
Buck's blue eyes flared with passion as he watched them kiss and fondle one another, alternately stroking himself and then Chris with one hand while the other continued to prepare Ezra for entry. He took his time, working him with two and then three fingers coated with a heavy amount of the smoothest lube on the market.
Ezra writhed beneath the sensual onslaught, barely able to keep himself in check with the knowledge that this was only going to get better. "Please," he said breathlessly between kisses. "I can't hold out much longer."
"That's all we needed to hear," Chris told him, placing one last feather-soft kiss upon his lips. Turning to Buck, he said, "I'm not sure how we ought to do this. Should I go first, give him a chance to get used to me before he tries to take you, or would it work better if he's already with you before I join in?"
Buck considered the question seriously. "I think you should start. Less of a shock that way."
A soft snort of laughter came from Ezra. "I keep forgetting that I'm not the only novice in this situation."
"Well, what do you think?" Chris asked him. "Do you have any preference?"
"I think, considering how long it's been, this will probably go easier if I were to drive forward a while before I attempt to take another lover from the rear." He frowned suddenly, looking at Buck. "Which reminds me, you haven't been prepared yet."
The taller man grinned and moved to settle onto his knees at the foot of the bed. Reaching behind himself, he removed a medium-sized butt plug and tossed it into a small empty basket near the head of the bed. "Chris helped me put that in while you were in the shower. I figured I'd go up a size if you turned out to be a match for me."
"Got one, too," Chris told him with a chuckle. "Didn't know which way you'd want to go."
Ezra nodded, suddenly feeling very nervous again as he got up from the bed and eyed them both uncertainly. "I don't quite know what to do next," he admitted.
In reply, Buck dropped to all fours on the bed and spread his legs, hooking his feet over the end of the mattress. Ezra hesitated a moment, looking at Chris to confirm that he was all right with this. Chris gave Buck a kiss and then nodded.
Gripping Buck's lean hips, Ezra positioned himself carefully and then pushed. He sighed shakily as he was welcomed inside, entering the channel smoothly and feeling the flesh hug him tightly. Buck clenched his cheeks together for a moment, and then released, signaling that it was okay to move. Readjusting his stance slightly, Ezra pulled back and then pushed again, establishing a slow easy rhythm, his eyes closing and breath deepening as he rode, rolling his hips to increase the level of friction surrounding him.
"Dear God, it's been too long," he murmured, releasing one hip to stroke a trembling hand along Buck's back and side, drifting in front to offer a glancing touch to the other man's hard cock.
Buck accepted the rhythm easily, rocking his long body back and forth in time with Ezra's. After a couple of minutes, he said softly, "I think you're good to go."
For a moment, Ezra did not understand what he meant. Then he felt the heat of another body as Chris stepped up behind him and began to move both hands over his body, soothing him with light strokes. Kisses landed upon his back and neck as Chris whispered in his ear, "Bend over. Let Buck support you."
Balancing one hand on the mattress, Ezra stilled his forward thrust and lay still, his chest molding to Buck's sweat-beaded back as the big man held them both steady. His over-stimulated penis throbbed in protest at the cessation of movement, but then Ezra forgot all about it as he felt the blunt knob of Chris's cock-head pressing against his opening. The sensation was good and bad, familiar and strange, and he found himself wrapping both arms around Buck in an unexpected need for security.
"It's okay, buddy," Buck told him. "We're almost there."
Chris had paused as he breached Ezra's entrance, waiting until he began to relax, then he pushed inside as far as he could go, the slick surface of his lube-coated cock sliding easily back and forth. Ezra moaned at the feeling, his inner muscles frantically grasping and rippling around the intruder, then he sighed at the overwhelming sense of rightness that washed over him as he adjusted to having his hips sandwiched between two warm bodies. Chris pulled back a little and Ezra pushed experimentally against him, gasping as the motion caused his cock to slip a little ways out of Buck, and then back again as he reversed the motion.
As if of one mind, Buck and Chris each pressed their hips hard against Ezra, pulled away and then slammed back in again. When he gave a helpless moan, they did it again and soon he was jerking in shallow thrusts, shifting back and forth, squeezing and grinding, trying desperately to gain more of each sensation as he was simultaneously topped and bottomed.
Ezra was lost in the mixture of feelings, giving and taking, his cock massaged within Buck's tight passage as his body was filled with Chris. He pistoned his hips back and forth clumsily, overwhelmed and not knowing which way to go as the pressure in his loins built higher and higher, driving him mad with the need to come.
Sensing how close he was, Chris grabbed Ezra's hips and ground into him deeper and faster, causing his hips to thrust more forcefully against Buck, driving him minutely farther inside, which additionally brought a groan of pure pleasure from Buck.
Already mewling and gasping with every thrust, Ezra could not prevent the ragged shout that escaped when he felt Chris strike his prostate, causing an even greater increase to his body's already dizzying height of pleasure. The last of his control vanished as the sensation repeated. Once, twice, three more times, and he came explosively, crying out, "Chris! Buck! Oh, GOD!" as he spent over and over again.
The sound alone pushed Chris over the edge and Buck followed a few moments later as Ezra continued to thrust into him, unable to stop moving even after his own orgasm had ended.
Chris withdrew gently from Ezra's body, pulling him away from Buck as he did so and turning him around. Unable to calm down, Ezra found himself in a rare moment of complete emotional overload as he embraced Chris, hiding his face in the other man's bare shoulder as he began to raggedly sob. Buck turned and embraced them both, dropping tender kisses upon Ezra's hair and Chris's face.
"It's okay, Ezra," Buck told him, his own voice shaking a little. "We know just how you feel."
Ezra shook his head, but did not lift his face, not wanting them to see. "I can't believe I'm crying," he groaned. "Never o-once in all of my im-m-magingings did I anticipate doing something so emb-b-barrassing!"
Chris laughed and hugged him tighter. "We'll take it as a compliment."
Finally, Ezra straightened, dashing the tears away from his cheeks with the back of one hand. Unable to think of anything to say, but sensing that an apology was not what either of them wanted, he wrapped his free arm around Buck's neck and kissed him with everything he had, then did the same with Chris. "Thank you."
Buck pressed his lips to Ezra's temple. "Love you, man." He and Chris shared a deep kiss, neither of them releasing their hold on Ezra. "Love you both."
Ezra did not reply, wanting to be sure that the feeling surging through his heart was more than just post-coital bliss, but he tightened his hold, unwilling to let go just yet.
Suddenly the room temperature became more apparent to his rapidly cooling flesh and Ezra shivered. He squeaked in surprise when Buck responded with a show of strength, grinning as he scooped Ezra up and used the forward momentum to toss him back into the middle of the large bed. "Let's get you tucked in, so we can all warm up and get some sleep."
Chris hurriedly opened the covers on one side of the bed and slid between the sheets, allowing Ezra to scramble in next to him, followed by Buck, who had paused to switch off the overhead light. The two long-time lovers lay facing one another with their arms draped over Ezra, and each other. Ezra lay cuddled in the middle with his own arms wrapped loosely around Chris and his back spooned cozily against Buck's chest. Somehow, none of them found this arrangement uncomfortable.
As he lay in the quiet room, warm, secure and sated in the arms of his lovers, Ezra listened until he heard long slow breaths signal that the others had gone to sleep. Then, into the listening darkness he whispered, "I love you, too."
THE END
Continues in Coming Clean