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I am fully erect as I feel two hands reach for my waistband and tug. I lift my hips up, and suddenly I’m sitting there in nothing but my boxers. I’m so hard, the tip of my dick is protruding out of the top of my underwear, and I am not even remotely embarrassed. My heartbeat speeds up, and I watch the two of them look at each other and then slide to their knees in a beautifully choreographed motion.
We are momentarily distracted as we see all three of the dogs lumber down the stairs. They look at us with no interest whatsoever and find comfy places to conk out on the carpet.
Resuming their focus on me, Weston and Petra begin to stroke me through my boxers. I am hyperaware of the heat of their hands and the feel of them, but then they sort of lose track of me for a second as they find each other’s lips and kiss deeply. God, they’re beautiful. With one hand on me and one hand on each other, we make a triangle of bliss. I have to touch them, so I reach out and stroke whatever I can reach. Petra needs to take off that darn shirt of hers. I want to see more of her in the worst way.
Not really wanting to lose the hands on me, but needing more of her, I reach out and take the bottom of her shirt in my hands. “Get rid of this, Petra,” I command as I tug her shirt upward.
Her look is compliant, so Weston jumps right in to assist. He whooshes the shirt up and over her head, giving us both a view of her glorious tits spilling over the top of a lacy bra. Her nipples look so tasty through the sheer fabric, I swear my mouth waters. Weston grabs her and kisses the daylights out of her, deftly unhooking her bra while she continues to stroke my erection. Then he puts his hand back on me as well. I haven’t had this much fun in… well… ever. Weston’s hand is much larger than Petra’s, and together they feel like heaven.
We both take a moment to ogle her lovely breasts. They’re perfect. Simultaneously, Weston and I take her nipples into our mouths, and Petra shivers and moans delightfully.
I lean back finally, and they kiss each other once more. Apparently, they like that a lot.
Feeling pretty forward by now, I raise my hips once again and slide my boxers right off onto the floor. They both stop kissing long enough to stare at my dick, and I am not too modest to say they both look at it with appreciation. I’m well-groomed and on the generous side down there, so I can’t help but gloat to myself a little. But then, ohthenthey lean over, perfectly synchronized once again, and start to lick me from base to tip. I can’t help letting out a protracted moan. Seriously, is this really my life? I would close my eyes in sheer bliss, but I don’t want to miss even a fraction of a second of this kind of action.
When they get to the tip of my cock, they pull off and once again lock lips. This becomes a pattern of licking me like a stick of hard candy and kissing each other until I can barely take any more of it without whimpering.
I desperately need more, so I request politely, “Fucking suck my goddamn dick, one of you. Right now! I can’t take it anymore.”
They both crack up, but Weston grips me around the base of my cock and engulfs me immediately. He goes straight to deepthroating me, and I swear I see stars. Apparently, he’s no stranger to this—giving head like a champ must have been included in his college extracurricular activities.
Petra starts playing with my balls. That never did much for me because they’re ultra-sensitive and too prone to feel pain for my taste, but suddenly gentle ball play feels interesting with her nimble fingers. I can tell she’s enjoying the exploration, so I relax and let her continue.
They keep this up for a while until Weston pauses and looks questioningly at Petra. She nods, and Weston pops off of me.
Not even a full second later, I’m once again engulfed—this time by Petra’s mouth. This woman has some skills with that tongue of hers, I can tell you that. She doesn’t deep throat me the way Weston did but concentrates more on the sensitive head of my cock. I am now a moaning mass of goo.
But just to make things even more delicious, Weston sticks his fingers into his mouth and then slides them underneath my balls to my asshole. Oh. My. God. It feels incredible as he massages around it while Petra’s quick tongue salsa dances on me. I feel that glorious sensation building in the base of my spine as my orgasm approaches. Because I’m polite that way, I decide to clue Petra in just in case she doesn’t want a load of cum in her mouth, so I strangle out the words, “I’m about to blow!”
Much to my surprise, she grips her hand around me tighter and takes my dick deep into her mouth. At the same time, Weston presses his fingertip against my hole and shoves it inside a little way, just as I bellow something profound like, “Ohhahhhnngggh!” and feel myself coming like a raging river. His finger pushes inside of me deeper and hits my prostate as a second jolt of ecstasy plows through me. “Fuuuuckk!” I cry out. I can’t help it.
My chest heaves and they both pull back looking at me with smug expressions. Petra has a dribble of cum on her chin, and it hits me that it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Weston sees it too and, oh my God, he bends over and licks. It. Off.
Even sexier.
So this is what it’s like to have two lovers at once.
It’s official. I’m dying here of ambrosia overload, so I choke out the words, “I promise you both, I am your sex slave from now on.”
Petra slithers up my naked body and kisses me like she’s starving for me. I taste my own saltiness on her tongue, and I swear I’mthisclose to getting hard again. My dick twitches, and I wrap my arms around her. I love the skin-to-skin contact with my chest. Weston chuckles and then makes a disparaging sound. We pull back and stare at him.
“Sorry. I just looked at the clock. I have a client call in about five minutes, so I’m going to have to leave you two and go upstairs. I have just enough time for a one-minute cold shower so I can get my head in the game a little before trying to make sense of this guy’s problems. He’s a pretty big mess.” Weston leans over and kisses first Petra and then me, and says, “Be good, kids. That was fun.” He wiggles his eyebrows at us. “See you later.” He stands and heads toward the stairs. Dave and Goliath follow right behind him.
Before he can leave, I call out to him, “Hey, Weston. Welcome to the Queer Club. It’s official. You’re a member.”
He turns and eyes me. “In that case, I can’t wait for the initiation ceremony.” He winks and jogs up the steps.
Petra looks serious all of a sudden and scoots off of my lap. “Well, he seems happy, but that wasn’t too much for you, was it?”
“Are you kidding? That was the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d like to do it over and over, but I’m afraid it would be too selfish of me to expect it. I know you both worship me, but…”
She snorts and pokes me playfully in the ribs. Then she asks, “Do you think he really did have a call this time?”
“I do. He looked genuinely sorry to be leaving. Doesn’t he usually have afternoon patients?”
“Yeah, he does. I guess I’m just taking everyone’s pulse to see if this is going to mess us all up somehow. I sure don’t want it to.”
“Are you sorry about it?”
