Three is the Charm

Two| Room 707 (2)

As if reading his mind Abby heard him ask. “What do I call you?” Abby swallowed. Everything they did had to remain in that room.

“Sam and you?”

“Peter,” he said his hand caressing a path down Sam’s lithe body. Sam was nicely small and fit, and he loved that. His hand came down to Sam’s c**k. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed. Sam was primed and ready for him. And he couldn’t wait to get him over the edge.

“Can you take this any farther, Sam?”

Abby heard him ask and felt the vibrator being pushed farther into his hole. Abby arched into Peter as the vibrator touched his prostate. He moaned wanting more. Peter f****d him with it for a few seconds, then left it deep in his hole. “You feel so good beneath me,” he whispered in Abby’s ear. “Do you kiss?”

Abby was shocked for a minute. Usually the men just did what they wanted. They didn’t ask questions. They took what they wanted, and Abby accepted it because that was part of the thrill of visiting The House; you never know what to expect. And this, Peter asking him anything was sending heat down his body. He couldn’t wait to feel his lips on his. 

Abby quickly nodded blindly searching for Peter.

And no sooner than he gave his consent he felt Peter’s lips on his. They were thick, soft and delicious. Peter kissed Abby slowly tasting him, savouring every glide and flick of his tongue. Abby followed his every move. His lips wrapped around his sucking the bottom deep into his mouth. He heard Peter groan deep in his throat. He was about to lose himself. His arms tightened around his body that Abby felt very small and cherished.

Emotions that had no business showing up in this moment surfaced accelerating his heart. Peter’s kiss touched more than his lips. Abby breathed him into his lungs, taking his very intoxicating sent. His touch was amazing.

Modise tried to control himself. He hadn’t allowed himself to think or even act on his desires for a long time. He was living a lie. He was still lying. His name wasn’t Peter. He couldn’t even face who he was, or accept himself as he was. He’d been preoccupied with being right, being perfect; being straight that he’d lived a lie for so long that it was eating him up inside. But here, behind closed doors and a dimmed room he could barely see in, he could be himself; touch, kiss and lick this piece of ass and feel alive all over again. Modise could feel his blood rushing through his veins and it felt good.

He nuzzled his nose to Sam’s neck. He breathed in his masculine scent, and tasted his soft skin. “Touch me, Sam,” Modise begged.

He craved so many things all at once. He wanted to f**k Sam, but he also wanted to savour this moment, feel cherished in the arms of a stranger. Modise knew this was no place to find any emotional connection but tonight was worse than other days. His demons were hunting him hard and fast, and they had somehow found the key to the closet he was hiding his soul. He needed this. Modise ground his pelvis hard against Sam’s. And Sam blindly searched for his lips. He obliged, devouring Sam’s juicy lips. His skin heated where Sam touched him. The rough callused hands left electrifying sensations in their wake.

Modise went up on his elbows, maintained the kiss that was turning aggressive with every passing second. He tunnelled his other hand between their bodies. He grasped both of them in a tight fist and moved – their c***s rubbed against each other. The friction was mind numbing. He moaned into Sam’s mouth and pumped his hips faster. His balls tightened. The orgasm was there, yet so far away. He had to let go. He knew. Give into the small masculine body that was turning him so hot. He couldn’t even believe it. Modise gently caressed Sam’s head, feeling the rough tuft of his hair. He tilted his face to deepen the kiss. He loved it. The way Sam responded to him. Giving into him, offering so much.

 Abby’s body curved into a bow. He screamed, writhing beneath Peter.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned the words out. It was difficult to speak as his body tightened and his thighs shook. Peter’s hand on him was driving him crazy. The man was rough and gentle at the same time, which was confusing, yet too good for Abby to think too much about it. His mind wasn’t even capable of any thought at that moment. He was too far gone. “Ah…aahh, don’t stop. I’m almost there. I’m going to come.”

“In my mouth,” Peter said, moving quickly down Sam’s body to engulf him deep in his mouth. From the first touch of his tongue around the head, Abby spurt his release in a loud moan that was probably heard in the corridor. Peter swallowed him down giving his c**k a hard suck.

Moving quick, Peter released him and removed the vibrator from his hole. He put on the condom and lubed up.  He touched Sam’s hole spreading the lube around and massaging him to get him ready for him. But he also loved to see Sam’s hole gape open and engulf all three of his fingers all the way in. His touch was so intimate and gentle it had Abby moving and writhing for more.

Peter was good, Abby thought as his c**k thickened again. He wished he could see him, touch his face while he kissed his lips and stared into his eyes.

Don’t fall in love, Abby, he thought moaning as Peter plunged those three fingers again and again, giving him that delicious stretch he loved so much. He’s a dream. He can’t be real, he reasoned going out of his mind as Peter rammed his fingers in his tight hole.

Baile had been the same, all gentle and rough at the same time. Abby shook his head at that thought. His therapist had no place here. This was why he came here…to forget. And hopefully to forgive himself.