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I’m floating on a cloud, my endorphins buzzing and zapping.

“Kiss it and make it better, Reggie,” my Sir says.

“Fuck,”Reggie moans, clearly turned on as hell, before he moves over and kisses one of my ass cheeks, then the other.

“Good boys. You both did well for me. I’m so proud of you. Sit up.”

I do as Sir says, and he kisses me—taking my mouth gently—then wipes my tears, continuing to tell me how beautiful I am. How perfect. How proud he is of me and how much he loves me.

“Can you stand up for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Reggie, get those clothes off him.”

“Yes, Marsh.” He pulls my shorts off, my dick hard, leaking and pointing his way. Reggie takes my shirt off next.

“Now remove Reggie’s clothes, pet,” Sir instructs me.

Reggie’s cock looks like it’s throbbing, veins running the length of him. I’ve seen it before, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him this hard.

“Kiss him, Reggie. Make him feel good. Remind him everything we do here is okay and that you still love him.”

My friend holds my face, lowers his lips to mine, and pushes his tongue inside. I’m dizzy with it, made even more so by Sir’s voice in the background telling me he loves me and we’re sexy. By the feel of his hand running up and down my back while I make out with Reg.

I hear Sir spit, and then I hiss into Reggie’s mouth when Sir’s hand strokes my cock. Reggie makes a similar sound, and I have a feeling Marshall is touching him too, treating him to the same pleasure he’s giving me.

“Turn toward me,” Sir says, making Reggie and I pull away from the kiss, and then Sir leans in, takes my cock into his mouth, and gives it a suck, even as he’s still stroking Reggie’s. The wet suction of his mouth is to die for, and I nearly collapse in gratitude.

He moves to Reggie’s dick, sucking him, stroking me while the two of us turn to each other and let our tongues entangle again. I feel sensitive everywhere, so amped on pleasure that I could come apart from it.

We continue that way for a while, kissing and being granted the pleasure of Sir’s mouth and hand.

“I’m going to come…oh God,” Reggie cries out, and Marshall pulls back.

“Oh, Reggie. Who said you were going to get to come today?” My friend’s eyes blow wide at Sir’s words, and I can’t helpsmiling. I have a feeling Marshall is teasing him, but Reggie doesn’t know that.

Marshall laughs. “Go lie on the bed. Jay, on your stomach. Reggie…I’m going to let you lick his hole to get it ready for me. It’s the best hole in the whole damn world.”

“Oh fuck. Why is that so hot? Um…okay, I mean yes, Marsh,” Reggie says, stumbling over his words.

Eager and horny, we rush to the bed. I fall onto my stomach, head on the pillows as Reggie settles between my legs. He spreads my ass cheeks, not waiting before he dives right in, licking and probing at my hungry ring.

“So good…thank you, Sir. Thank you, Reggie.” Because without my Sir, we wouldn’t be here, but Reggie is working some magic with his tongue right now.

I thrust against the bed, a moment later turning my head to the side while Reggie makes a meal of my ass. Sir is naked, standing beside the mattress and stroking his long, thick cock.

“Do you like his hole, Reggie?” Marshall asks, watching me.

“Yes. Tastes so good. I can’t wait to watch you fuck him.” He dives in again, pushing at my rim.

“Your mouth is watering, sweet boy. You want to get Sir’s cock ready for your hole?”

“Yes. God yes.” I tremble, wanting to come but also wanting this to last forever.

“Head this way.” We maneuver ourselves so I’m facing Sir. Reggie goes to town on my ass again, burying his face between my cheeks like a starving man being served his last meal.

Sir’s tracing my lips with the head of his erection, painting them with precum. “Look at my cock-hungry boy. Dying for his Sir’s meat.”

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