Three Strikes - 26. If it's a bad idea, why does it feel so good?

“Fuck,” I moaned as I stirred from a less than gratifying sleep.

My face was much too close to Nelly’s armpit, Nick’s elbow was digging into the back of my neck, and Sammy was laying at the foot of the bed, which prevented me from stretching out, and there’s nothing worse than not being able to stretch out. I might as well have been sleeping on an airplane. At least, then I would’ve been on my way to an exotic location.

It didn’t matter how many times I told the bastards to use the spare room, theatre room, or living room to sleep, they always ended up in my room. Every time! Seriously, a king-sized bed is big, but it’s not that big.

Allé propped up on his elbow on the other side of Nelly. “Did you have a good sleep?”

He looked like he’d slept about as well as I had, maybe better since he was on the edge of the bed and not the meat in a twin pygmy goat sandwich.

“Not even a little.”

I would’ve dramatically thrown myself backward onto the bed, but the second I’d propped myself up to respond to Allé, Nelly swooped in and claimed what little pillow space I had. I looked down at the two red heads, who had ruined my sleep, and smiled.

“I wonder how many men have woke up to this exact situation, between these two, and with probably the same lack of sleep?”

I smirked as Allé tossed his head back and laughed quietly. “Honestly? I don’t want to know. Too many, though. They don’t talk about it, but I know they’re little freaks.”

“Right? Just wait, they’re going to end up with their own HBO show called Brother-Wives.”

“HBO or no, they’re totally gonna end up brother-wives,” he joked.

I nodded in agreement because it was true, the twins could barely function when they were away from each other. Allé and I smiled at each other from across the bed then his face became serious.

“Have you?” He asked.

“Have I what?”

“Have you...you know?” He nodded toward the twins.

“Hell, no! Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper shouted.

“What? It was a legitimate question. We all know Nelly is low-key in love with you. He’d have his ass in the air for you on command.”

“Ugh. A, he’s not low-key, medium-key, or high-key in love with me and B, do you actually think I want someone who has their ass in the air on command? Hell no, that’s my job. God bless the tops in the world, they make life as a bottom so full-filling.”

“Literally!” He laughed.

“Literally!”

With a smirk and a raised brow, he continued, “For a self-proclaimed bottom, you sure went on and on about Shane’s ass.”

“Just because I don’t want my dick constantly buried in a guy’s ass doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the male form. Shane has a nice, round butt. I would’ve enjoyed being able to touch it and maybe even lay my head on it during a naked snuggle or something. Sure, I’d totally have been down to top him once or twice, but a nice dry hump would’ve been cool, too.”

Talking about and visualizing Shane’s butt, and all of the things I’d wanted to do to it, innocent and otherwise, had caused me to seriously bone up. I adjusted myself as best as I could, given my proximity to the twins.

“Okay, we have to stop talking about this. I can no longer claim an innocent morning wood. I’m seriously turned on right now by my ex-boyfriend.”

Allé’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“You do know what you should do? You should snuggle against Nelly’s ass then I’ll wake everyone up. Nelly will be in heaven when he realizes he’s touching your boner.”

I tried to control my laughter so I wouldn’t wake everyone up. Allé is usually the mature one, but sometimes he throws out some real doozies.

“What the fuck dude?” I continued to laugh. “I’m not going to rub my boner against Nelly. That’s just weird.”

It was becoming difficult to keep our conversation hushed.

“Come on, it’ll be funny. He’s such an ass, he totally deserves it. Come on,” Allé pouted.

“He deserves to have my dick against his ass? If what you say is true, and he’s in love with me, how is this punishment?”

“Because he can’t have you.”

I rolled my eyes. I knew I was going to do it and, when I looked at Allé, I could tell he knew it, too.

“We’re such assholes,” I glared.

“Whatever, it’s what friends do. We have to keep him humble so, now, get in position.”

I looked down at Nelly, who was sleeping mostly on his stomach, but was propped up a little so he was kind of facing Allé. It didn’t take very much movement for me to be flush against him. I looked at Allé for more direction because I didn’t exactly know what he wanted me to do and I was struggling to hold back my laughter because the entire thing was so fucking ridiculous.

“Put your arms around him. You know, YOLO. Just play the whole thing up like you’re sleeping. I’m going to go downstairs to start breakfast. I’ll take Olie and Sam with me.”

I looked at him as though he was fucking crazy. “You’re leaving? I thought you were going to wake him up?”

“I will,” he smirked. “In a few minutes.”

Almost totally silently, I shouted.

“What am I supposed to do for a few minutes?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe try to get him to wake up naturally? Try to enjoy having a warm body against your dick?”

There was definitely an evil glint in his eye as he walked toward the end of the bed, where Sam and Ollie were sleeping, and I laughed.

“You’re not even a real friend!”

He put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, but before he woke him, he paused, looked at me, and winked.

“Pretend to be asleep,” he waved me away.

I flipped him off as I laid down and gently rested my hand over Nelly’s waist as Sam and Ollie stirred before finally getting off of the bed to help Allé with breakfast. I was about to trash the entire plan and follow them out when Nelly pressed himself against me.

My eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of his body rubbing against my electrical box and, suddenly, I couldn’t move. I wanted to leave, but I also wanted to stay. My body wanted to pop one off and before I could stop myself, I gripped his hip and grinded myself against him. It was good, too good. A few more minutes and I could’ve been done.

I was pretty sure Nelly wasn’t sleeping when he reached between us and started stroking me. I decided not to acknowledge what was happening; I could play it off as a wet dream. I kept my eyes closed and lightly thrusted while he jerked me off. In my head, I knew it was wrong, but men make stupid choices when they’re horny and being touched. So, sue me. As he touched me I slowly (since I was asleep and all) guided my hand to his cock and started softly stroking him.

After a while of rubbing and touching, Nelly’s underwear was pulled down to his knees and the feeling of his soft, warm flesh was heaven as I slid between his cheeks.

“Where’s your lube?” He asked.

So much for pretending it’s a wet dream, I thought in annoyance. I really wanted to do this without taking responsibility for my actions.

I motioned toward the side table. He quickly grabbed the lube and a condom, rolled the condom onto my hard shaft, and greased his hole and crack so I could effortlessly slide against him. Rubbing against him would’ve been plenty for me but Nelly wanted more. He moved his hips in an effort to help guide me in him. I refused his advancement—I wasn’t ready to cross that line, yet, although I knew it would be coming if I continued to use his cheeks to jack myself off.

“Come on. In,” he demanded.

“No, this is fine.”

“But in is better.”

“It’s crossing a line.”

He grabbed my arm as he slowly rolled onto his stomach, forcing me to follow until I was laying on top of his back. Part of my brain worried it was all a terrible idea, but mostly my hormones had taken over. Every tiny simulation sent my brain into sex over drive and before I knew it, the rational part of my brain was locked away and all I wanted to do was fuck his creamy white ass.

Nelly pressed his ass up and his hole twitched every time my cock glided over it.

“Don’t overthink it,” he encouraged, and my fight was quickly deteriorating.

I tightened my grip on his hips and squeezed my eyes shut as I enjoyed the feeling of his soft flesh against my hard shaft.

“I’m not a top,” I reasoned in a last-ditch effort, mostly to myself.

“And I don’t fuck my friends, but here we are.” He was breathless and slightly irritated.

I looked over and saw Nick sleeping soundly only a foot away from us. I wondered if it was possible for him to sleep through what was, inevitably, about to happen.

“Your brother?”

“I don’t care, you shouldn’t care, and he won’t care.”

He grabbed my pulsing rod and lined it up with his hole at the same time I thrusted forward. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to—well, maybe I could’ve, but I didn’t. I fell forward and gripped the sheets on either side of his shoulders as he tried to muffle his moan into the pillow while I sank into his hot, tight heat. I threw my head back as the pleasure and pain shot through my body. He was so fucking tight, I felt terrible for such a crass entry.

“I should’ve prepared you,” I offered as grinded ever so gently. I might not have prepared him correctly but I wasn’t gonna go balls to the wall until he was properly adjusted.

“No, I prefer it this way.”

The dude was a freak, and I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I knew what he meant. Though I didn’t like it on a regular basis, the pain and pleasure could be intense, hot, and worth going for. I hovered over his body and waited for him to relax so, every time I felt him ease up, I pushed further in.

I picked up my pace as I pulled all of the way out and then pushed all of the way back in, again and again. We were going pretty hard and I’d forgotten about the fact Allé said he was going to come back, but it didn’t matter anymore because what we were doing felt too good to give a fuck about anything else.

I also forgot about Nick, until I felt his lubed finger slide between my ass cheeks as I had my way with Nelly. The second he brushed against my hole, my entire body erupted with pleasure. Every nerve fired in ways I’d never experienced before.

My ass had always been overly sensitive, which is why I loved bottoming, but having my butt played with while topping made my eyes roll back into my head. I slowed my thrusts and hoped Nick would continue touching me—he didn’t disappoint.

“Oh, fuck.” I tried to moan but I’m sure it came out like more of a scream.

The double simulation was everything I’d ever imagined. I gripped the small of Nelly’s back and pushed him onto the mattress in an attempt to keep myself from buckling with pleasure as I continued to thrust, pound, and abuse him while Nick did the same to me with his fingers. Everything was tingling and the buildup was intensifying from deep within. I could feel it from my belly button to my fingertips.

I was torn between pistoning at sonic speeds or holding still while they did all of the work. My brain was short circuiting from pleasure, but no matter how fast I went or hard I pounded, I couldn’t find the glory. When Nick pulled his fingers away, I growled at the loss—I was never going to finish without someone touching my butt. I had never seriously considered a three-way before but all I wanted in that moment was to have my ass pounded while I was balls deep in Nelly.

I was about to ask—beg Nick, when pressed against me again only this time, it was something bigger. I whimpered with relief as I waited for him to press himself into my hole so I could become the meat in the twin pygmy goat sandwich.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Already on.”

If it was a bad idea, why did it feel so good?

As he pulled me so my back was against his chest, Nick said, “Stand tall on your knees, relax, and let us do the work, okay?”

I nodded and felt Nick grip my hips as he slowly pressed forward. As if on que, Nelly started milking me with his tight ass by slowly pulling away before slamming back to my pelvis. I just kneeled there, with my head flopped back, and enjoyed the sensation of fucking and being fucked, or should I say being fucked and being fucked since I wasn’t doing shit.

They slowly increased their speed in perfect unison and I had no choice but to inch toward my breaking point. I grabbed Nelly’s hips and slammed him against me, I needed every ounce of force to drive my body over the edge as Nick continued to work my ass until he finally found the spot, and not a moment too soon. My heart was beating faster than ever before as I screamed through the orgasm that was surely trying to kill me.

Fuck! I tried to hold myself up, but as Nick thrusted against my prostate and I couldn’t function properly. I slowly collapsed on top of Nelly who moaned and cried every time Nick forced me to go deeper.

Nick finally came and landed in a huff beside me as I rolled off of Nelly. I tried to control my breathing, but it was no use. We’d all just finished a marathon.

“That was too fucking weird,” I laughed at the not very humorous situation.

“Yeah, but it was a good weird,” Nelly added, to which Nick agreed.

Whatever you say, man.

The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. Since I wasn’t horny anymore, I was worried things were going to be weird and awkward between us and that wasn’t what I’d wanted. I didn’t know what to say or how to broach the subject.

“As fun as this was, and it really was fun, I think it’s best to leave it as a one-time ordeal,” Nelly said, breaking the potentially awkward silence.

I felt the weight of the world fall from my shoulders as his words sank in.

“And probably keep it between us?”

“Roger that,” the twins said in unison.

There was no way that was their first three-way. Kinky bastards. We got dressed in what I’d consider to be slightly awkward silence, but to the twins, was just another morning, and walked downstairs to a full breakfast as it was coming off the stove. I looked at Allé with a knowing glare.

“Why didn't you wake us up?”

There was an edge to my voice that only Allé could hear. He shrugged, but I didn’t miss the smirk on his face. The bastard did it on purpose.

“I figured you could use a few extra minutes.”

I mouthed, I will kill you, which only made him laugh. We sat down and started eating. The conversation was normal, we joked about the night before, and talked about what the week’s plans were. Nick and Nelly were masters of discretion. They didn’t hint that anything had happened, I wish I could’ve said the same. I probably had guilt or regret written on my forehead.

I’d just had a three-way. Something every man dreamed about. As good as it was, I couldn’t help but compare. In the end, sex with Shane was one hundred times better, which was very frustrating. Not only that, but I was feeling overwhelmingly guilty. I didn’t want Shane to find out.

I really, really didn’t want Shane to find out. I tried not to think too hard about any of it, if I did, I might’ve realized what a shitty thing I did, and that’s not what I wanted.