Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

intense throb of desire that drew his balls up tight, precome making the head of his dick glisten. They drew their fingernails along the inside of his thighs, raking the skin until it was scored with scarlet marks, stroked behind his knees, until he squirmed, the sensation too close to genuine discomfort to endure, bent down and stared at his cock, his balls, his hole, until just being looked at felt like being touched, and his asshole clenched and released.
    "Touch me," he begged."Don't care if you hurt me, just touch me, please?"
    "We are touching you." There was a hint of laughter in Jack's words. "Be more...specific."
    Zach was past caring if they thought he was a slut. When it came to them, he was. "My cock. My balls. Fuck, touch me there. Need it now ."
    Jack's fingers clamped around Zach's nipple, reawakening the throb. "Ask nicely, boy."
    "What? Oh..." He gulped, regretting his choice of words, and tried for imploring, not imperious. "Please, sir. I'm begging you. So hard, sir, feels like I'm gonna explode. I'll do anything, say anything, just touch my cock, my balls, please ."
    His nipple was released, Jack's hand drifting south to settle on Zach's stomach. "You heard him, Tay. Zach wants us to touch him in some interesting places."
    "I heard him."
    "So give him what he's begging for."
    "More used to being on the receiving end," Taylor muttered, but he brought his hand down, slapping Zach's cock, a sharp light slap, more gesture than substance, though it still stung.
    "Oh, he can take more than that," Jack said pleasantly and proved it, until Zach was sobbing out 'sir' and 'please', his ass off the couch, spreading himself wider still for the slaps raining down on him. Lost in a sensual haze of arousal and pain, he could still appreciate that the slaps his balls got were closer to caresses, and that the hardest ones landed on his thighs and ass, but his skin felt as if it was on fire, and his climax was one slap away, making him grit his teeth as he tried to hold it back.
    "He's so close," Taylor said. "Let me taste him? Please, Jack?"
    "Not without a condom and if you tried to put one on, he'd spill."
    Taylor sighed. "Let him come then?"
    "He's been good, it's true." A spit-wet finger trailed over his exposed hole, and pushed inside, claiming him, even as Taylor's hand closed around Zach's cock, working it in smooth, steady strokes.
    "Anytime you like, boy," Jack said and shoved his finger an inch deeper.
    He tried to scream, but nothing worked, his body locked in a climax too intense to leave room for anything as mundane as speech or breathing. Every part of him got involved, the sensation building and exploding, wiping out his inhibitions and leaving him jerking and shuddering, tears leaking out, as he shot, cradled in their arms, touched inside and out.
    When his balls were empty, he lay back, spent, exhausted, and let them clean him up, the cold kiss of the wipes making him shiver and press back against the couch, the tart kick of the juice Jack gave him making him realize how dry his mouth was.
    "So," Jack said as Taylor walked around, tidying up with a put-upon look on his face. "Too much? Not enough?"
    "He likes a critique," Taylor said over his shoulder. He glanced at his clothes, then at Jack, who nodded. Taylor picked up his briefs and wiggled into them. "Be kind to him. Grade on a curve."
    "You're both incredible and I..." Zach faltered, still hung up on how complete the two of them seemed to be. "I want to do it again. Get to know you, too, not just get naked with you, but I still feel like I'm garnish on the plate, you know?"
    They exchanged glances, and maybe they could read minds, because Jack nodded as if Taylor had said something and turned back to kiss Zach long and hard and sweet.
    "You want us, you've got us. Just...we don't always play this hard. Sometimes we fuck and it's as vanilla as it gets. Hell, if we're in the mood, I've been known to bottom for Tay and God, do I feel it the next day. Or we go out to a bar, drink beer, shoot pool, and go our separate ways." Jack shrugged. "And more often than Tay would admit to, we're dead on our feet and we sleep together. Just that."
    "But it's a big bed Jack's got," Taylor said as he tucked in his shirt. "Big enough for three. And the next morning usually starts off with a blow job."
    "I don't know where I fit in, though," Zach said helplessly. "The two of you together is a risk. No one would mind much that you were gay, I guess, but the kinky