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“Yeah,” I rasped, finally giving in to touch him. Holy shit, his ass was firm. I could feel the muscle flex as I moved my hand over it. And he was smooth. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

Opening the lube, I put some on my fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up. Then it was time to live out one of my fantasies. In them, I was the one getting fucked. Teenage me had so many ways he wanted to be taken. Now that reality was staring me in the face, I liked it much better.

Sliding my finger along his hole, teasing the rim, my dick jumped where it sat against my stomach. It would be a miracle if I made it long enough to fuck him. Normally, I had decent stamina. Normally, I wasn’t with men who looked like Vail and Jordan. Whoever I pleased to get this lucky, thank you for the gift of these men.

My finger dipped inside him as I watched him cover me, sucking me in. The moan that tore through the room was loud and guttural. I couldn’t tell if it came from Vail or me or both of us. I also didn’t give a shit.

Vail started moving his hips to work my finger in and out of him even more. God, I wished Jordan was filming this. I would have loved to see Vail from every angle.

Once I had three fingers buried in him, he told me he was good. Then it was showtime.

Vail lifted higher, readying himself so I could line my dick up. With me pressed to his hole, he slowly lowered while I guided him.

“Oh my god,” I moaned and dropped my head back, my eyes slipping closed. I loved being with Jordan when he was inside me. Being inside Vail was right up there with that experience.

“Hart, fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“You and me both.” When I opened my eyes, Vail was staring at me over his shoulder in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. No, we hadn’t spent a ton of time together as adults, but sometimes, you just knew. And I knew I wanted Vail long ago. No matter how many years passed, seeing him again reminded me of that crush. Tonight, Vail fucked himself on me.

My hand went to his hip as I watched his ass lower onto my dick. Every slick drop, every time I bottomed out, I held my breath and hoped I wouldn’t come too soon.

Movement from my right caught my attention. Jordan carefully unbuttoned his shirt like he had all the time in the world. Vail had his eyes on Jordan too, watching him while he continued to move on me.

Jordan took his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous chest with silver hair across it. I didn’t care how old Jordan was. He was fucking beautiful and a damn work of art with that body on display. Standing, he undid his slacks and drew them down, along with his boxer briefs. His ass met the couch. He propped one leg up on it, bent at the knee so he could fully face us.

“Lube?” he asked softly while holding out his hand.

I patted around the couch without taking my eyes off him and finally found it so I could hand it over.

Everything Jordan did, he made a show of. From opening the cap to putting it on his dick to jerking himself ever so slowly. Vail and I moaned in unison. This was sensation overload. The sights, the sounds, the scent of sex in the air. The way my fingers gripped Vail’s hips to keep him nearby. All I had left to do was taste.

Sitting forward, I wrapped my arms around Vail and started kissing his spine. The shiver that went through him had my heart picking up speed. That simple touch made Vail react. I loved I could do that to him.

Vail groaned and tried to move. I could tell he was getting frustrated. I wanted to be wrapped around him but also have room to fuck him, so I released him and helped ease him off me. Vail didn’t need prompting. He got on the couch on his hands and knees, facing Jordan. I had barely enough room to get in behind him, between his legs. Thankfully, I wasn’t nearly as big as him so I could fit.

Lining up, I drove home again, reveling in the way his ass clenched my dick. Like this, I could lean over his back again, but I had room to move my hips. In fact, I basically climbed onto him, bracing my feet and fucking the hell out of him.

Our skin slapped together as my body was driven wild with lust. I could still watch Jordan as he continued to stroke himself. The faster I fucked Vail, the more Jordan picked up the speed until his hand flew over his dick.

I reached around Vail to grasp his dick and start jerking him. I was close to being gone and wanted to make sure I took care of Vail.

Jordan stood, coming to stand next to us, jerking himself fast. His other hand moved down to his balls to pull on them. Then he was coming with a shout, spilling all over Vail and me. I opened my mouth, hoping some would land on my tongue, but no such luck.

“Fuck, Hart. I can’t…” Vail moaned and started shooting, his body trembling beneath mine.

I was the last to tip over the edge. It was Jordan bringing the hand he jerked himself with to my mouth, pushing his thumb inside so I could taste him, that did me in.

Moaning around his finger, he pushed against my tongue, forcing my mouth open. He removed his thumb and pushed two fingers in, fucking my mouth with his cum-covered digits. I came so hard, my hips stuttered, losing their rhythm. But I didn’t care because with Jordan’s taste on my tongue and my dick buried in Vail’s ass, I was in my own version of nirvana.

Everything else fell away as I sank into the moment and let it wrap around me. I’d somehow found everything I needed amid a low point in my career and life. I couldn’t afford a good place to live. The mountain of debt from my grandfather still existed. Yet, with Jordan and Vail, I felt like the richest man in the world because I had them.

Vail lowered onto the couch, his body going flush to the cushions. It had to be a mess. I stayed buried in him as long as I could while my arms wrapped beneath him to hold on tight.

Sleep tried to edge in; however, I didn’t let it. I wouldn’t let myself fall into that sweet abyss when I had the warmest, sexiest body pressed to mine. This moment needed to etch into my mind. The entire time with Vail and Jordan had been better than anything I could have imagined. We were Jordan’s. I was Vail’s. And they were mine too. I might not have the power Jordan did or Vail’s strength, but I could be there for them for whatever they needed. I could care for them and cherish them like they deserved.

A gentle hand swept down my back. The big bad mafia boss was petting me like I was a sleepy cat. “We should go to bed,” he murmured. “The couch wasn’t made for sleeping.”

“It’s not so bad,” I muttered, my cheek pressed to Vail’s back.

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