Page 27 of Bender

GREY

I let go of Blu’s hand when we get to the foot of the bed, and she climbs onto the mattress at the side of Konrad’s left leg. She knee-walks up until she can sit on her heels next to his hip, and I do the same thing on Konrad’s other side.

“Grab the supplies from the drawer, Peanut. So you’ll have whatever you need,” Konrad directs me. The way he takes control, even from his back, settles nerves I didn’t even realize were about to erupt.

“I don’t… I don’t know what I need. Not really, I mean,” I stammer out. For the past few days, Konrad’s played with my body every which way imaginable, but giving me the power like this is new.

“Touch me, Sweet Boy. Anything you do, I’ll like. That much I can promise you. Blu can help you decide. But if you want me to be in you, or you to be in me, grab the lube for sure.” He’s being so reasonable I can almost ignore the tremble of anticipation vibrating his whole body.

He’s not the only one shaking. Every inch of skin I have feels as if it’s being tickled with a staticky balloon. I’ve never been to an amusement park, but I imagine this is what it would feel like to stand at the gate and see all the rides and games spread out in front of me.

I reach to the drawer next to the bed and grab the lube, ignoring the box of condoms Konrad had delivered with the lube. Unless Konrad of Blu insists, I don’t want anything between us. I want Konrad to touch every inch of me, inside and out.

“Like this, Grey.” Blu moves her hand to Konrad’s chest and strokes along the curve of his pectoral muscles. I copy her movement, but instead of following the line of muscle, my fingertips trace the swooping lines of ink that swirl in whorls and cut geometric lines over his skin.

“I love your hands on me, Grey. Yours, too, Blu,” Konrad grits out.

I think of all the touches he’s given me over the past few days that feel so good. My body’s learning touch can be good, great even, at the same time my brain realizes it. I don’t let myself dwell on the past for more than the second it takes to realize, after years of being hurt, I know what not to do.

Finding a shred of confidence in the horror show of my memories feels like a victory. I know what I want. What I need.

“I can do anything? For real? Anything I want?” I doublecheck, but before I’m even done asking, Konrad’s nodding.

“Then I want to feel you inside me. Please, Superhero. I want you to be inside me and make it not hurt.” I feel brave and strong as I ask for what I want. Shit, I feel brave and strong for wanting what I want. I pull and tug at my clothes to get them off as fast as possible. From the corner of my eye, I can see Blu doing the same.

“Grey, are you sure?” Blu asks, her eyes wide.

I think about what Konrad said. How he could be in me or I could be in him. He told us he’s never been with a boy before, so whatever we do will be new for him. I imagine what it would be like to be inside him and the idea feels big and scary. Unfamiliar. But imagining him inside me? Stretching me with his cock the gentle way he stretches me with his fingers, but more. That feels right. Necessary. I nod my head to Blu.

"I’m sure.” I answer her.

Konrad’s callused fingers wrap around my wrist where I’m still tracing the dark lines of black ink on his chest. He pulls my hand to his mouth and presses warm kisses to my palm.

“I want to be in you more than I want anything in the world, Peanut. Except maybe wanting to be inside Blu’s perfect cunt, which I need more than I need to breathe, too.” He growls the words against the flesh of my palm then pushes my spit-slick hand down to wrap our fingers around his shaft.

“Lube me up while Blu climbs up here and straddles my face, Sweet Boy. She’s going to ride my mouth while we prep you,” he says. Across Konrad’s body from me, Blu pants, her sharp breaths making the pointy tips of her nipples bounce.

“You heard him, Blu. Climb on.” I let go of Konrad and help Blu steady herself as she throws a leg over his wide shoulders and settles her center over his face. She’s facing his feet, and now, all I can see of Konrad’s face is his chin.

“You straddle me, too, Boy,” Konrad directs.

This time, it’s Blue steadying me as I turn my body and wiggle until I’ve got a leg on either side of his thighs. Blu slaps the bottle of lube Konrad’s been using, as he fingers my hole, into my hand, and together, we squeeze out way more than we need.

The shiny puddle of slippery gel at the base of Konrad’s cock makes us both giggle. This is more fun than I’ve ever had in my life. My heart could explode from how amazing this is already, and we’ve hardly even started.

“You two are gonna hurt my feelings laughing at my junk like that. Give a man a complex, why don’t you?” Konrad grumbles, but he doesn’t sound mad.

“What next, Konnie?” Blu asks.

“Color check,” he answers.

“I’m green,” she says without any hesitation.

“So green,” I add.

“Then Blu, take my fingers and get them slicked up. Yours, too. You’re going to guide our fingers into our boy to make sure he’s open for us. Ready to take my cock.” Konrad may not be able to see me with Blu hovering over his face, but there’s no way he misses the sound of my moan.

Precum slides down the side of my dick in a river, just anticipating what’s going to happen next. Blu cups my balls in one hand as she and Konrad press fingers against my opening. Her short fingernails and his bluntly thick digits push against the tight ring of my hole, daring me to relax and let them in.

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