Story #6 in the 'Chances' series
Characters: Buck/Chris/Ezra
Genre: Post ATF, Slash-Mature
Ezra sighed softly, lost in a haze of sensual pleasure. His dick, still throbbing in the aftermath of one of Buck's spectacular blow-jobs, lay trapped between the silk sheeted softness of his pillow-topped mattress and the warm weight of his own body. He lay face down, spread-eagle on the bed, his entire body from hands to knees pinned beneath Chris as his lover rode him with slow and careful deliberation. This position, so still and flat, unable to even push back against the hardness sliding in and out of him, should have been uncomfortable. It should have felt frustrating or perhaps even demeaning, being so thoroughly controlled by another man. Instead it was glorious.Every nerve was alive with awareness of the hot body pressing so hard against him and Ezra moaned long and low as Chris began to roll his hips, adding yet another level of sensation. He knew, intellectually, that his partner was no more heavily endowed than himself. Average length and average thickness, but something in the way he was moving, this deep intense penetration, made Chris's cock feel enormous. Not in a painful way, oh no, but in an achingly satisfying way.
Ezra wished that this could go on forever. He could feel his cock filling again as it bumped and slid against the soft silk bedding and somehow, his inability to touch himself made the feeling even better.
He concentrated on the sensations, the pulsing and throbbing of his balls, the sweat-slick slide of Chris's chest against his back, the exquisite burn of that iron-hard rod pounding its shallow rhythm inside his ass. "God," he mumbled. "I can actually feel your heart beating."
"I can't keep this up much longer," Chris said, voice tense with effort and rich with regret. "You're so tight in this position. It's killing me with the need to come."
Ezra felt an immense sadness at the idea that he was about to lose this intimate contact. "It's so erotic," he breathed. "This feeling of having you inside me so closely that we're almost of one body. I don't want it to end."
"How would you feel if we switched?" Chris inquired, his breathing growing increasingly harsh with the effort of restraining his completion.
For a second, Ezra couldn't imagine what he was talking about, then he remembered that Buck had gone unsatisfied before. He would surely be aching with needs of his own by this time.
"Yes," he groaned, turning his face into the mattress to muffle a scream of pleasure when his assent caused Chris to erupt without warning, filling him deeply with hot seed. A soft whimper of protest was likewise pressed into the sheets when he felt his lover's weight lift away, the bed bouncing as Chris stood up. Then Ezra gasped with pleasure as the heat and weight increased again and he felt Buck's gloriously thick shaft slide into his achingly empty channel. "Oh, my God, that's so good. I feel so full," he moaned when Buck's lean hips began to shift and press.
"Just a little adjustment and I think we'll have it," Buck said, leaning down to kiss his ear as he shifted himself, pressing his chest into Ezra's back and allowing his hips the freedom to roll, driving him deeper between Ezra's cheeks. "Oh, yeah, that's it. You feel great this way. So tight, just like you're giving me a big ol' bear hug."
Ezra snickered, in spite of his distraction. "Well, that's a new one!"
"If anyone could manage, it'd be you," Chris chuckled, kneeling next to the bed and giving each of his lovers a long deep kiss. "When you said you wanted to be taken this way, I thought you were crazy, but now I wonder why we never thought of it before."
"Live and learn," Buck quipped, losing the words in a grunt of enjoyment as Ezra's inner muscles rolled and clenched in rhythm with his own minute thrusts. "Man, that's great."
Ezra could not longer form words. His cock was completely hard again, pulsing with enjoyment as Buck's heavy erection reamed him deeper and deeper, scraping perfectly against his gland and sending white hot shocks of pleasure shivering through his body.
His panting breath became interspersed with soft cries of ecstasy as Buck slowly rode him toward a brain melting climax, his entire body jerking and spasming in reaction. The cries became a howl when Buck shifted back, got their knees under them and pulled Ezra's hips up to give himself better leverage, ramming and pounding into his ass with willful abandon as he reached his own fulfillment.
Ezra's breathing became ragged as a final gush of semen wrenched from his body, leaving him dazed and trembling in the aftermath of one of the best orgasms he'd ever experienced.
Chris and Buck took him in hand together, pulling their shuddering lover to his feet as soon as Buck had eased gently out of his body. Holding him tightly, Chris smiled and stroked a soothing hand over Ezra's back while Buck efficiently stripped the soiled sheet free of the mattress and replaced it with a fresh one he'd already had standing by. They both knew how much Ezra valued the expensive linens and had learned that giving in to their partner's fussy nature kept him a willing and happy bedmate. It was a small price to pay, even if it took a little shine off the romantic spontaneity sometimes.
After a moment, Ezra's sexual aftershocks settled and he pulled back from Chris's embrace, only to take advantage of the proximity to kiss him hard and deep. "Thank you for indulging me," he said with a smile, including Buck in the words and giving him a second kiss as he moved closer. "That was . . . it was magnificent. Truly."
"I got a little carried away at the end there," Buck said sheepishly, giving Ezra's nearest butt cheek an approving pat. "You're probably gonna be walking funny for a couple of days."
Ezra laughed. "Oh, believe me, it was worth it. And if I do experience some residual soreness it will only serve to remind me of the pleasure. It surprises me to say so, but I rather like being ridden in turns!"
"I think maybe I'll try that next time I get to choose," Chris said, winking at Ezra's surprised look. "From the look on your face just now, I'd say I could tolerate being fucked into complete incoherence by the two of you, real damned easy."
Ezra smirked. "Very well, but first you'll have to take up the art of conversation. Otherwise how will we know when our sexual prowess has deemed you mute?"
"Smart ass," Chris growled.
"He's right, Chris, but you're gonna have to wait your turn. I'm pretty sure it's my pick what we do next time," Buck recalled, the eager light in his eyes suggesting that he'd be more than happy to offer a few suggestions right now, if anyone was willing.
Chris chuckled and gave him a hard slap on his bare ass. "All right, big dog, we'll do it your way next time. Right now, I just want to get some sleep."
"I second that motion," Ezra said emphatically, smiling at the disappointed nod Buck gave them. "You may have all the time in the world to fantasize, my loves, but I have an early class in the morning."
As Ezra retreated into the bathroom to clean himself up, his partners finished remaking the huge King sized bed together. Soon, the lights were turned out and the three lovers climbed between the fresh sheets, making themselves comfortable. Just as they began to settle, Buck's voice suddenly mused, "I used to have daydreams about being kept after school by a hot teacher until I learned my lessons. What do you think, Chris?"
A chuff of humor filled the darkness. "Oh, I like that idea just fine! What do you say, Teach? Have Buck and I been a couple of bad boys?"
A put-upon sigh met the question, but there was no mistaking the smile in Ezra's voice as he told them, "Has anyone ever told you two that you're incorrigible?"
"Think we got us a yes!" Buck said gleefully.
Chris smoothed a hand down Ezra's lean body and gave his hip a squeeze. "Never looked forward to Detention so much in my life."
"Positively incorrigible," Ezra muttered again, wrapping his arms around the nearest warm body and settling quickly into a deep contented sleep.
"He thinks we're kidding," Chris murmured to his long-time lover, brushing his lips against Buck's.
Buck cackled wickedly. "I know. Think I'll go out to the orchard tomorrow and see about picking us a couple of those sweet apples he loves so much."
"Apples for the teacher?"
"Can't hurt," Buck laughed, draping an arm over his sleeping lovers and cuddling close, already dreaming of the possibilities.
THE END