Page 61 of Branson's Promise

Aforeboding sense of dread had settled in my stomach when I left my parents place. Dad had looked frail, completely unlike the spritely man I had always known him to be. Still too proud to ask me the one thing I knew he wanted to ask, it was left to my mother, who, in no uncertain terms, made it very clear that I was needed here. The medications that had been working were suddenly not and it was clear that he was deteriorating. I held out hope for the new medicine regime they'd put him on, but did I really want to risk what time we had left by being so far away?

The short answer was no, I knew with every atom of my being where I needed to be and what I needed to do, but knowing and accepting it did not make it any easier.

“They’ll understand,” my mother had said. “If they love you as much as you say they do, they’ll want to be with you no matter where that place may be.” I’d only nodded, placing every last drop of hope I had into her being right.

As I’d watched them fooling around in the hot tub, a knot formed in my stomach. It wasn’t jealousy per se - there had been a few moments of jealousy in our relationship, which we’d worked through, and this wasn’t that - but more a sadness mixed with a fear of what could happen. I knew it was pointless in mulling over what if’s - no one had the ability to control the future, no matter how much money they threw at it. Life was too full of uncertainties.

I was sure of only three things at that moment: One, that I loved them. Two, that I was returning to the UK. And three, that I needed them to come with me. It wasn’t a want, it was a life changing, bone-crushing need. Like if they didn’t, I would be destined to live with a part of me missing.

For now though, we had one night left in London together and I was determined to treasure every second of it.

As Branson and Milo traipsed through the room with me, heading towards the large ensuite bathroom, all the possibilities of what I could do with these two raced through my mind. Heat licked at my insides as an idea came to me, something we’d talked about and agreed on but never moved beyond a simple discussion.

Milo started the shower, the hot water bouncing steam off the tiled floor. The shower was big - bigger than the one in our New York suite - with three shower heads in varying sizes, built in speakers and a long sheet of glass along one side, which ran from floor to ceiling. As he stepped back out, heading towardsthe toilet, I grabbed his arm and his eyes shot to mine, gold rings edged the deep brown - something I only noticed when he was aroused or happy - which was most days at the moment. “Don’t. Save it,” I said, nodding my head towards his soft dick.

His eyes widened, his throat bobbing before he spoke, “You sure?” Milo turned to Branson then, who, having been freezing cold after exiting the tub, now stood wrapped in a large plush navy blue towel. His eyes darted to mine at the same time I nodded - a simple tilt of the head meant for the both of them. Branson’s eyes darkened, the grey blue taking on that stormy blue that had my cock filling and standing to attention. His lips twitched and he returned the nod.

Milo chewed on his bottom lip, as a pink tinge worked its way up his neck and cheeks. “Okay. Yes, okay.” Walking over to him, I pulled the abused lip from between his teeth, kissing it softly. His lips were cold and his body trembled imperceptibly - from arousal or cold, I wasn’t sure.

“You’re adorable when you’re nervous.”

“Pfft, I’m not nervous. I’m….” his eyes trailed to the ceiling, then over to the mirror, as though the words to what he was feeling were written above it in neon lights. “Excited,” he finally settled on.

I stalked closer, causing him to take a step back, his back hitting the vanity, and he sucked in a breath as I roughly grabbed his hard cock, squeezing it firmly. “I’m going to prep our boy over there, then I’m going to fuck him in the shower. Warm him up nice and good. Join us, do whatever it is that is swirling around in that big brain of yours. Trust me, we’ll love it.”

Leaving Milo trembling against the vanity, I turned towards Branson and pulled him into my arms, then unwound the towel from his body until his cool skin was pressing against mine. “In the shower, love,” I said, guiding him backwards and into the warm jets of water. Branson moaned as it ran through his hairand down his torso. Turning him around, I placed his hands so they were flat against the glass wall, then I kneeled and spread his cheeks, taking in the pink star that greeted me.

“Every time, I am fucking speechless at how sexy you are. I want to feast on this ass for days, for fucking ever.” Licking a stripe along his crack, swirling around his hole, I soaked up the whimpers that fell from his lips while I indulged in the musky, chlorinated scent of him.

A shadow fell over me as a cold bottle of lube was handed over my shoulder. I took it from Milo and made short work of fingering and stretching Branson until he was twisting and thrashing his body against my exploring digits. “Fucking perfect.” Standing, I pressed down on Branson’s lower back until his ass was at the same height as my dick and his hands were holding him securely against the wall.

Lining my cock up with his hole, I moved it upwards, running it through his crease until it was resting on his lower back, my balls hanging in the gap. Milo pressed his lips to my ear, “Let go,” he instructed in a low whisper, and I closed my eyes, willing my body to relax, to do what usually came so naturally. It wasn’t easy to pee while hard, and I was so aroused and so tense, it took a little time before my dick softened slightly and that telltale tingle rose up my spine. Milo hit the shower off just as a stream of golden liquid poured from me and over Branson’s lower back.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Moving my hand down his dripping ass, I rubbed my thumb over his sensitive hole, dipping one finger deep inside. Branson whimpered, his pleas echoing through the large tiled room. “Yes, fuck, someone touch me, please.” My eyes were trained on the liquid pouring over his round ass cheeks, dripping to the shower floor beneath us.

Milo moved forward, resting one hand over Branson’s still pressed to the wall. “Not yet.” Branson huffed, but Milo lowered himself and cut off his protests with a kiss.

“Did that turn you on? Feeling our boyfriend piss on you? Is that why you’re so horny? Fuck him, Noel,” Milo said, not taking his eyes off Branson, but I heard him loud and clear. Their mouths met again in a kiss that bordered on violence and I took the opportunity to apply more lube to my cock, lining it up and plunging inside of Branson with one jerk of my hips. He cried out against Milo’s mouth and when they pulled apart, Milo’s bottom lip was bright red.

Rubbing my hands over Branson’s lower back, I played with the remaining drops on his skin. Milo moved from Branson, to stand next to me. “I love watching your cock disappear inside him, show me.” Spreading Branson’s cheeks, I worked myself in and out of him, luxuriating in the tight squeeze and the pulse of his muscle around me. Milo’s lips met mine as I pistoned in and out, and I gasped a moment later as warm liquid hit my cock, and the smell of ammonia and sex filled the shower. “You like that? Fucking our boyfriend with my piss on your cock?” The rollercoaster of pleasure I’d been riding lost control as I barrelled over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. I came, buried deep inside of Branson as Milo continued to coat us.

Ringing filled my ears and I slumped forward, careful not to unbalance Branson, who was now only holding himself up with one arm. The muscles in his other arm bunched in time with theshick shicksound of him jerking his dick.

Placing tender kisses to his shoulders, I pulled out, wincing as his ass gripped my now overly sensitive cock, then I pulled him upright and into my arms. “You’re so beautiful like this, covered in us, full of my seed. You’re so perfect, I cannot believe you’re ours.” Branson’s eyes closed, his eyelids fluttering witheach word of praise I breathed against his warmed skin. Over his shoulder, I could see his cock, hard and flushed, a drop of liquid pooling on the slit. Milo had noticed too, coming to stand in front of Branson and took it into his hand.

With his other, he lined his cock up against Branson and let the last few spurts of piss out, watching as they splashed against our boyfriend and down his cock. With the liquid coating them, he gripped their cocks together in one hand, then jerked them both.

“Please don’t stop. Please. So good. Need more.” Branson was breathless, his chest heaving with the effort it took to take in air and talk at the same time. Milo increased the speed of his movements, while leaning forward and licking the side of Branson’s neck. Knowing how much he loved being surrounded like this, I took the other side, biting the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

Moments later, his muscles tensed, but it was Milo who cried out, “Yes, Branson, fucking yes. Give it all to me.” Branson’s hand shot out, fisting Milo’s hair and I bit down into his soft flesh and he detonated, crying out and thrashing his hips against Milo. Milo groaned, long and deep as he came, coating their cocks with thick ropes of cum.

Everything about what had just happened was perfect and my heart welled with emotion at the intimacy we’d shared. A level of intimacy I had never experienced before but wouldn’t want to share with anyone else. Milo’s pupils were blown when he looked up at me, the black swallowing up any traces of the deep brown and gold, but his features were soft, his lips curved up on one side into a lopsided grin, which made one dimple form on his cheek. “I love you both so fucking much,” he said then placed a kiss on Branson’s forehead. He twisted around, flicked on the shower heads and reached for the shampoo and body wash.He handed the soap to me and I washed Branson’s body as he poured shampoo onto Branson’s scalp.

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