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should come first?” Nicky panted.
    “It would help you relax, yes,” Jonas confirmed. “I’d help you out but my hands are rather busy.” With one hand leaning against the headboard and the other trying to relax Nicky’s entrance, his hands were indeed otherwise occupied. Clay came to the rescue, moving his hand from Nicky’s hip to his glistening cock and fisting it rapidly.
    “Fuck!” Nicky shouted in frustration. “I can’t—” Jonas knew drastic measures were necessary so he kissed Nicky violently, nipping at his lips with his teeth. For the moment he didn’t care how it looked to Clay, he just wanted Nicky to let go of his inhibitions and drop his guard. Slowly he felt his lover give in, and the body under his hands relaxed.
    Nicky was breathing heavily. “Do it now, before I lose my nerve.”

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    “Only if you really want to,” Jonas replied tenderly.
    Nicky smiled softly. “It’s my buck, Jonas, so do it.” Jonas knew that if Nicky could stay in character and remember that he was supposed to be a client, he understood what he was doing.
    Clay by now had slumped down enough to let Nicky lie back and give Jonas more access to gently find a way to push into the incredibly tight space between Nicky’s muscular ring and Clay’s now almost purple cock. It was a very intimate and also rather sweaty affair. The combination of the tightness, the throbbing of Clay’s erection against his own, and the sounds all three of them were making, from clenched shouts, to profanity, to deep moans, was going to make it all over too soon. It took them a while to find a rhythm they all liked, but as soon as they did, Jonas realized Nicky could take it easily. To his more considerable surprise, it also dawned on him that the connection between him and Nicky was still there too. It didn’t matter that there was a third man in the room, in bed with them; but it helped that Clay’s eyes were closed, his head leaning back against the headboard in sheer ecstasy. It helped because it gave Nicky the chance to show Jonas how good it felt and how much he appreciated being stretched to the limit with two cocks sliding in and out of his tight body.
    “Fuck, I’m bloody close,” Nicky groaned.
    This time Jonas did have a free hand and he wrapped it around Nicky’s leaking erection. He looked over at Clay, who was staring at him intently, but not really seeing; his eyes almost completely black now.
    “Oh yeah, like that,” Nicky moaned.
    “Show me how good it feels,” Jonas teased. He knew exactly what would send Nicky over and let his thumb rub across the sensitive slit. Nicky jumped slightly, so Jonas ran his thumb across the edge of the swollen head.
    “Oh fuck, yeah!” Nicky’s breathing became ragged and then stalled completely as he thrust up in spasm, squeezing both Clay’s and Jonas’s cocks in the process as copious amounts of thick, clear 218
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    seed splattered across Nicky’s belly. Jonas thrust in powerfully, knowing how it prolonged his lover’s orgasm, but he felt Clay slip out as Nicky’s body started to relax and fall sideways. He barely remembered to hold the condom as he pulled back so he could let Nicky slide to the mattress.
    Clay was quick to react though, pulling off the condom and fisting himself over Nicky’s stomach.
    “Yeah, that it’s, big boy. Come like a porn star, all over me.” Nicky’s wickedly seductive look and dirty mouth clearly did it for Clay as he thrust his formidable member into his fist and shot his load all over Nicky, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.
    “Two down, one to go,” Nicky concluded, reaching for Jonas.
    Determined to not fall behind, Jonas came closer, kneeling on the bed next to Nicky. They didn’t need words. Nicky knew that Jonas would prefer his lover’s hand rather than his own, so Nicky fisted Jonas a few times until he came, grunting softly and painting his own juices across Nicky’s chest.
    The three of them, with Nicky in the middle, stayed on the bed for a while catching their breath.
    “Jonas tells me you top as well,” Clay remarked at Nicky.
    “Maybe next time we should share him, what do you think?”
    “Oh, I think we pretty much shared him now too,” Nicky rebutted, looking at Jonas. Then he turned back toward Clay. “But Jonas tells me you like to bottom from time to time? How about we share you one day?”
    Clay was quick to get up from the bed. “Maybe I better take a