Page 60 of A Little More Forgiveness

“Mitch,” I rasped, but it was enough. Retrieving his dick from Gabe’s willing mouth, he walked around the couch, his big, thick cock glistening with the saliva coating his shaft.

We swapped places, me moving around the couch so I faced Gabe, who immediately took me in his mouth, sucking me clean of my release like I was the best fucking meal he’d ever had. Mitch drizzled lube on his cock, before staring apprehensively down at Gabe’s ass, and then up to me.

“You don’t have to,” I let him know, understanding how big a step this was for him. He took another look down at his cock, and decision made, moved closer. His hand reached out for me, our fingers interweaving as we both leaned forward, our mouths meeting over the top of Gabe. I thrust my tongue inside Mitch’s mouth, at the same time he thrust his hips forward and buried himself fully in Gabe’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck,” Gabe moaned as Mitch pulled back and thrust in again, hard. Where I’d been gentle, Mitch was rough. Where I’d been slow and steady, Mitch was frenzied and erratic. He increased his intensity, his mouth glued to mine, as he ruthlessly fucked Gabe with continuous, deep, powerful strokes. “Harder,” Gabe ordered, and ripping his mouth off mine, Mitch stood up straight, took a firm hold on Gabe’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and gave him what he asked for.

Gabe shouted his pleasure as Mitch pounded into him, and I grabbed my already hard again cock and started to furiously work the head, watching avidly as they took what they both needed. It didn’t take long until I shot a second load over Gabe’s neck and shoulders as he shuddered beneath me, his body spasming, his cum decorating the cushions on the couch.

“So close,” Mitch growled, “so fucking close.” Back arching, his whole body tensed, every thick muscle taut, bulging under his skin. His hips pumped once, twice, his mouth dropping open as he roared out his climax, filling Gabe with his own hot load, pumping his hips for an eternity before collapsing over the top of Gabe, his hands covering his as they both hung onto the sofa for support.

“Jesus,” Mitch finally managed to utter once his breathing had calmed down. “I’ve never…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood what he meant, as I felt exactly the same.

I’d never had an experience like the one we’d shared with such raw intensity either. It blew everything else I’d ever done out of the water, and I struggled to understand what that meant as my feelings were all over the place right now.

The one thing I guaranteed was I didn’t want this to end. Didn’t want whatever we had going on between us to stop, as I knew with total certainty I’d never have this again, and I was too selfish not to try to hold onto it for as long as I remained here, hidden away in our own piece of paradise. The real world would come crashing in on me soon enough when I left. Once it did, I’d deal with the aftermath. Until then, I’ll enjoy every second of what I’d found here.

Passing through the kitchen to the rear bathroom, I got us a couple of damp washcloths. When I returned to the living area, I stopped abruptly at the sight of Mitch sitting on the couch, holding an emotional Gabe, his big arms wrapped protectively around the smaller man as he curled into Mitch’s chest, sobbing.

My pulse skipped a few beats at what I was witnessing. I’d never seen Mitch be so gentle. Looking up at me now, his eyes so full of tenderness for Gabe, this big, gruff, and standoffish man made my heart ache at his display of empathy and compassion.

Settling down the other side of Gabe, I placed my hand on his thigh, offering my own comfort, and he instantly reached for me. Moving closer behind him, I snuggled in, cradling him between us. I sometimes forgot how much smaller Gabe was than either me or Mitch. Half a head shorter, and more compact than both of our bigger frames, with how vulnerable he felt right now, the difference showed.

A wave of protectiveness flooded me as I hugged him, my hand on his heart as he covered my fingers with his own, making me feel more wanted and needed than ever.

Gabe eventually lifted his head, “Jeez,” he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. “What a fucking wuss.”

Mitch chuckled and kissed his forehead. “You’re telling me,” he agreed, chuckling even more when Gabe mock glared at him.

“Isn’t this the part where you tell me it’s okay to let everything out?”

“Nah, this is the ‘bullshit, pull yourself together’ part.”

“Jeez,” he repeated, his Brooklyn accent more pronounced.

“Come here,” I murmured, turning him toward me. “Don’t you listen to him. You just let it all out for Uncle Leo.”

I received the glare this time. “You’re as bad as he is.”

I feigned shock. “I’m hurt you’d ever say such a thing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” But his smile reached his eyes, and whatever battle he’d been waging had faded into the distance. Not gone completely, but the worst had been conquered, and Gabe had emerged from the wreckage.

He grimaced suddenly. “My ass is leaking cum all over the sofa.”

Mitch’s loud laughter boomed around the open space. “Thank heavens it’s sprayed with fabric protection,” he said, making us both laugh along with him before Gabe grimaced again and scrunched up his face.

Standing, I tugged on Gabe’s hand. “Come on, let’s take a shower.” Pulling on our joined grip, I helped him stand, and as he still had a hold on Mitch, he dragged him up too. We walked into the bedroom, Gabe sheltered between us, and I had the weirdest feeling of how right this all seemed. I’d never anticipated being so calm and content with any man, let alone two, but I was, and I let myself enjoy the moment of peace and serenity.

Walking straight into Mitch’s en suite bathroom, I presumed we’d shower separately. The wide stall would probably be large enough to fit us all, but I hadn’t given it much thought until Mitch flicked on the controls, and the water streamed out of the large rainwater head, instantly opening up a whole world of new possibilities.

“I told you there’d be enough room to take the three of us,” Gabe chuckled at Mitch, as he stepped under the hot water, taking both of us with him.

With Gabe settled between us, we squeezed the shower gel onto our hands and began to soap him up, the water sliding over his darker, olive skin, revealing the planes of his muscles. I ran my hands over his chest and abs, my fingers tracing every dip, every contour, to learn his body, committing it fully to memory as I washed him clean. When I got to his already hard cock, I took him in my hand, forming a tunnel for him to glide through.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as he leaned against Mitch, who massaged his shoulders before bringing his left hand around to cover mine. “Ah, yeah,” Gabe continued as he lazily pumped his hips. I couldn’t see exactly what Mitch was doing, but he’d lowered his other hand down to Gabe’s ass, and it must have been something good because after a short while Gabe’s eyes opened wide, and he let out a keening sound, his body vibrating as he came all over my fingers and abs, his cum dripping down onto the tiled floor and swirling away.

We took turns, with Mitch in the middle next, Gabe bringing him to orgasm as I massaged Mitch’s hole, desperate to slide a finger inside him, but sensing he wasn’t quite ready yet. Though, judging by the moans he made whenever I grazed the sensitive muscle and the way he pushed against my touch, I was convinced he’d be taking the next big step very soon.

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