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The chocolate syrup. They flip the lid open and pour a little in their mouth and then kiss me, passing me the chocolate, which I then pass to Ev and he gives back to Tru.
We spend the next five minutes—or hours—kissing in this peculiar, but highly stimulating fashion and only stop when our lips are chapped and our dicks hard as rock again.
When Tru notices, they sit up.
“You, lie in bed right side up,” they order me. “And you, lie on the other side,” they say to Ev.
I lie down where Tru had been up until now, and open my legs. Ev sits between them and lies back on the other side. Then we slide down until our cocks align.
Tru leans over and sucks both our tips.
“Beautiful,” they say.
I expect them to climb in bed and begin the process, but instead, they spurt more whipped cream around our cocks and chocolate over our slits, rub lube on their hole, and slowly lower themselves on us sideways.
My dick is so tightly wound with Everett’s inside Tru that I have to bite my cheek not to come undone. But the lube, mixed with the chocolate, makes us equally slippery and sticky.
I watch them as they start bouncing on us, sitting on the cream and sending it flying over my stomach, using their hands to spread it all over my crotch and belly.
I sit up on my elbows and look from Tru to Ev, so lost in this divinely sweet moment it’s almost like a dream.
Not only can I be entirely myself, lace, kink, and all with both of them, but I get to also have the time of my life.
I watch Tru bouncing on us, and I admire their enthusiasm. I could barely stand having Ev’s cock inside me without feeling like I’m being split open. I don’t know how they can take both of us and still be able to crack a smile.
It’s with Ev's beautiful brown gaze and his thick thighs in my hands that I unravel for a second—but I’m guessing definitely not the last—time for tonight.
Tru puts their hand on one of Ev’s nipples and pinches down until he shouts from the top of his voice, giving Tru his load, too.
When Tru lifts their butt, it almost feels like my dick is chopped off, going from tight and constricted to free and soft. I need to take a moment before I can think about the next step.
Tru lies on his back at the end of the bed and beckons at us.
“Now it’s time to fill your mouths,” they say.
Ev and I get out of bed and sit on the floor in front of Tru’s cock, getting to work on our beautiful, sexy, adventurous lover who doesn’t know the meaning of slow.
If that’s what it’s like being with a nineteen-year-old, I’m glad there are two of us to share the work. I don’t think I could keep up on my own.
Ev and I take turns sucking them, and it’s not long before their seed finds shelter in our mouths. Their whole body spasms as they take control of their dick from Ev’s hand and look up at the ceiling, taking deep breath after deep breath while I massage their hips and legs until they can speak again.
“And now, my dessert for you boys,” they pant and push their knees up to their chest giving us a full view of their hole.
The chocolate and the cream is sticky around their muscle and taint, and I can’t help but dive right down and have a taste. Ev licks the parts I can’t, and when we’ve wiped them clean, Tru flexes their hole until our cum spits out mixed with more chocolate, and damn it, I want a taste of that.
Nutty and sugary sweetness wets my palate, zinging through me and threatening to power me for one more round.
Another round. Round three.
And to think that if I hadn’t met them, I wouldn’t even have had round two or anything that came after.
Yeah.
So long, stupid Carter. It’s time loving Carter takes over and gives some of his love to his better thirds.
It sounds silly to refer to someone as my third, but as a geek mathematician, it makes my brain go haywire and my heart pump faster. And it turns out that’s all I needed to solve the equation that’s been troubling my heart for so long.
My two thirds and me. Together.
