Page 43 of Me Three
“But not really. I just didn’t like him calling me little, so he came up with… that,” I explain.
“Cool, okay,” he says and walks half a step ahead of us. “Are you guys hungry?”
“Carter,” I call him, and before he turns around, I grab his hand and pull him on the other side of me. “What wouldyoulike to call me?”
Carter shrugs and smiles. I tighten my grip on him, pulling him closer, and I do the same with Everett’s hand on my other side.
“So… dinner?” I say.
We end up grabbing burgers at the nearest grill grub and then find our way to a bar.
We indulge in some cocktails before we get the bill when Carter suggests a club for our next stop.
“Hm. I was thinking we could go back to the hotel and fuck non-stop, but if you guys want to dance…” I say to both of them as we come out on the street, and I get some dirty looks from some passers-by.
Carter looks to Everett who smirks and then turns to me, nodding and faking nonchalance.
“Fucking nonstop sounds good, too.”
“Yeah, I thought so,” I say, kissing him on the cheek.
We walk down the street, hand in hand—in hand—until we get to the hotel at the end of the road.
“Why don’t you boys get a drink in the bar while I… prep myself?” I suggest when we get to the lobby. “Unless either one of you is feeling adventurous tonight.”
I glance at both of them, challenging them. Maybe it’s not the time yet, but I’ll be damned if I don’t at least try.
To my surprise, they both step forward, so I take their hands again and drag them into the elevator with me.
“Color me surprised. I thought I’d have to brainwash you before I could convince you,” I say to them.
Carter winces.
“No one said we’re exclusive tops,” he says.
“Your Cinderfella profile claims otherwise.”
“Well, yeah, because we prefer topping. It doesn’t mean we’ve never bottomed before. It just means we’re very selective who we let near our precious holes.” Ev chuckles.
“Good. Because I’m all for taking you boys, but I do like giving it, too.” I lean over between them and run both hands down their fronts until I grope their soft cocks. Well, they don’t stay very soft for long under my touch.
The elevator pings, and we retreat to the room where we take turns prepping and showering. I go last, and when I come out of the room, Carter and Everett are in bed, uncovered and completely naked and watching TV while stroking each other.
For some reason, the sight of them watching football and quietly jerking each other off does it for me. Maybe it’s the straight dude fantasy they paint with this image, or maybe it’s how hot they both are. Probably a mix of both.
I crawl into bed between them and wrap my own hands over their palms.
“Can I… take over?” I ask.
“Go right ahead,” Carter says and grabs the remote.
The sports commentary is replaced by the radio, and I take control of the jerking off. But not before I turn around so they can play with my cock and ass while I take turns sucking them off.
A finger massages my perineum while a hand pumps my cock. Another hand cups my butt and another finger prods at my rim.
They both taste divine, and I still can’t believe my luck for having found two hot professors to call my own. And now that I found them, I’m not planning on letting them go, either. If sex is this good when we hardly know each other, I can’t wait until we make love. All of us. Together.
I crawl away from their touch, as painful as it may be, and line up both their asses in front of me so I can eat them in turn.
