“Please,” he whimpers.
I touch my cock, shocked, even for me, at how much precum is dripping from me. Aldis’s eyes move there, then he pulls my hand to his mouth and licks my fingers.
“And then I’ll fuck Hawthorne.”
My eyes go wide, but the idea isn’t awful.
“And then if I’m lucky,” Aldis says, “you’ll both fuck me.”
“Jesus, fuck,” I whisper while Bowen simply moans.
“Well, my friend, you wanted to know what Bow looks like when he gets fucked. Here you go.”
He enters Bowen and bottoms out in one stroke. Bowen moans as his dick spills precum. I watch in complete awe as Aldis pounds into Bowen, and he easily takes every massive inch.
“Put your dick in his mouth, Thorne.”
Nodding, I scramble up to Bowen’s face. He opens his mouth and takes my length, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“He tastes so good, right, baby?” Aldis asks Bowen, who nods, opening his eyes to meet mine.
I didn’t know I could ever think a man with a cock in his mouth was beautiful, but I definitely do. Bowen is a fucking masterpiece taking both dicks like this.
“He loves being used, don’t you, baby?”
“Love,” Bowen grunts out around my cock.
“Let’s get you on your knees.”
Bowen lets go of my cock and rolls over, sticking his ass in the air.
“Thorne, babe, come here and look at this.”
I scoot back, and the sight is, well, it’s fucking everything I never knew I needed.
“Gorgeous, right?” Aldis asks.
“So nice.” I lean down and taste him again. Even with the lube, he’s still amazing. “Fuck.”
“Get a condom on, Thorne.”
My eyes go wide. “What?”
“Don’t you want to feel him? I know for a fact that Bowen wants to feel you.” He grips my chin, pulling my face close. “And I can’t think of anything more beautiful than watching you fuck your Bowen for the first time. He wants you so bad.” Aldis drags his tongue over my lips. “Give him what he wants.”
With shaky hands, I grab the condom laying on the ground and get it on. Bowen is a sight to behold with his ass in the air, dripping with lube, and his face buried in his hands.
“This okay, Bow?” I check, pressing my tip to his hole.
“Fuck,” Bowen moans. “Please, Thorne. Please.”
His needy reply causes another burst of precum. Aldis chuckles, kneeling next to me. “Save your cum for us, babe.”
I’m not really sure what that means, but I don’t have time to think about it when the sensation of soft heat takes over as I slide inside my best friend. I can’t even move at first, completely paralyzed by how fucking amazing this feels.
“You ever fuck someone’s ass before?” Aldis asks, slowly stroking his cock as he watches mine and Bowen’s connection.
I shake my head.
“Ah. Well then, welcome to the land of honey and goodness.”
“Fucking…amazing.”
“And Bowen’s is better than most. It’s like he was made to take my cock. I bet it feels like that to you too.”
I nod, unable to form words. Bowen whimpers, so I move my hips. Slowly, I find my pace, fucking into him with long strokes. Bowen lifts his head, reaching for Aldis, who complies by tearing off the condom and offering his dick. Bowen sucks Aldis, moaning and pushing his ass into me.
Even though I want this to last forever, I can’t hold back anymore, and I thrust deep inside him like a piston. I’m bouncing him so much, Bowen can’t suck Aldis anymore. I have a strong desire to see his face, so I pull out, grab his leg and flip him onto his back like he weighs nothing.
He gasps as I push into him again, fast and hard like Aldis did. He watches me with hooded eyes and parted lips, whispering words like “yes,” fuck,” and “Thorne” while pinching his nipples.
I’m hurtling toward one hell of an orgasm, but when I meet Aldis’s eyes, his earlier words start to make sense.
“I’m gonna come soon.”
“Feed us.”
“Fuck.” I pull out and rip the condom off, stroking myself as Bowen twists around and Aldis lies next to him. The first shot of cum leaves me lightheaded. I want to close my eyes, but I fucking refuse to miss my cum splashing across Bowen’s face. Aldis licks Bowen’s cheek, and as I empty out, they kiss, sharing my cum.
Aldis wastes no time flipping around and latching on to Bowen’s cock. Bowen is splayed out, eyes closed, and panting as Aldis brings him to his own release. When Aldis pops off, he straddles Bowen, stroking his cock until he paints Bow’s skin with his own cum. Bowen drags his fingers across his chest, bringing the cum to his lips and licking them. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
The three of us collapse in a sweaty heap and lie in silence together. I just fucked my best friend, and it was the best sex of my life. I don’t know what happens next, but there’s no way I can go back to the way things were now that I know how it feels to be inside him.
I just have no idea what that means for the three of us.
Chapter Twelve
Aldis
The air inside the tent is sticky and humid, the scent of sex and sweat almost stifling in its heaviness as the three of us catch our breath.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me what I was missing out on all these years?” Hawthorne asks breathlessly, lying on Bowen’s other side, the three of us shoulder to shoulder in the cramped space. It’s possible I decided against a larger tent in favor of one that would have just enough room to fit the three of us.
Bowen snorts a laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted me to tap you on the shoulder while you were balls deep in some woman and say, ‘by the way, Thorney, fucking a dude’s ass is awesome.’”
We all laugh, and I notice Thorne’s hand resting lazily on Bowen’s thigh. It’s a nice sight. I roll toward them and rest my head on Bow’s shoulder, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with them both.
Bowen turns his head and brushes a kiss against my sweaty forehead, and then reaches down to put his hand over Thorne’s. It takes me a few seconds to work up the courage, but when I do, I reach over and add my hand, my palm resting on Bowen’s, my fingertips brushing Hawthorne’s thumb.
We lie like that for a little while, the sounds of birds chirping outside of the tent and our breathing filling the space inside, lulling me into a sleepy kind of peace. A belly full of fish and a few beers certainly aren’t tempting me to be any livelier.
“We probably shouldn’t leave the fire unattended out there,” Bowen says with a yawn.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I could use another drink too,” I agree, and the three of us slowly start getting ourselves together.
“I need to piss,” Hawthorne declares eventually, wandering off into the woods once we’ve all piled out of the tent a few minutes later, put back together but still reeking of sex.
Hawthorne returns a few minutes later, and the three of us fall into an easy rhythm passing out more beer and pulling out stuff to make s’mores. It’s surprisingly natural, like we’ve all been camping together, cooking together, existing together for years rather than this being the first time.