Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

us."
    Solid point. Kaleb wouldn't have even thought twice if the trainees had come after him, in fact he would have expected it.
    His neck was nibbled and blown on. The guy working on his pants pulled them down and licked his growing erection. Suddenly, several arms encased him and lowered him to the bench.
    The first trainee's hand slowly glided up and down his shaft, starting out as a whisper of a touch, gently pulling him toward pleasure instead of the sudden shock of over-stimulation he was used to. Dropping Bryce's dick, the trainee lifted Bryce's ass up in the air, spreading his legs at the same time. Dipping his head, he took a long lick from the base of Bryce's spine to his rim, circling it and lapping, prodding with his tongue. Bryce groaned and squirmed. The trainee continued upward, over his balls, dragging up his shaft; ending with taking him into his mouth, one plunge all the way to the back of his throat. The man pulled off and repeated the process, several more times. Every pass the same leisurely speed, with more and more focus on his entrance. It drove Bryce wild.
    In the way of dreams, suddenly it seemed as if all the other trainees had stepped up at once. A mouth closed over his nipple, another wetly traced his abs. All of the men were touching one another, making all manner of noises from sighs to grunts. Bryce reached out and grabbed two available dicks to stroke. The trainee he had bumped into leaned down and softly kissed him. Bryce's body arched and he moaned into the man's mouth.
    "Is this it, Bryce? Is this what you need?" Bryce somehow knew the other man didn't mean multiple partners, but the gentle manner they were caressing and kissing him.
    After the upstroke of the tongue completed its circuit, Bryce's straining member was pulled into a warm mouth. Unable to keep from digging his feet into his current partner's back, he bucked and crammed his cock farther down the throat of the one who spoke. "Ungh..." Around pants and moans, he managed a "Yes. Oh God, yes."
    Rewarding Bryce with several pumps on his cock, the first trainee squeezed it painfully hard and let go. All of the others backed away as one. "Tell Kaleb."
    Too stunned to reply at first, Bryce reached down to put the man's hand back on him and looked to the others pleading, "Please. Please don't stop. Not now."
    "Promise you will tell him."
    Could he do that? He needed them to touch him; he'd say anything to get them to keep at it. "I will. I promise." Immediately, all of the hands and moist mouths returned to his skin.
    The one with the talented tongue repositioned, and gently pushed his cock deep into Bryce. Every inch gliding in made him cry out in ecstasy. Standing at his head and leaning all the way down, the one who had kissed him sucked his shaft into his mouth. Bryce returned the favor, taking the erection bobbing in front of his face down his own throat. A man mounted the fellow Bryce was sucking and hammered him front behind, his heavy sac hitting Bryce with each pump. The body connected to the cock between his lips rocked forward and moaned, sending vibrations through Bryce. Trainee number four groaned and thrust his wet member into Bryce's fist. After finding a slow but steady rhythm, the foursome moaned in unison, giving and taking pleasure from one another.
    It reminded him of the way Legos fit together. Bryce chuckled at the image of Lego pieces getting it on and …
    Waking, Bryce rolled to his side, throwing an arm over his partner. He would tell Kaleb soon, or he would continue to be miserable. What if Kaleb didn't understand and felt inadequate or, even worse, told Bryce to go fuck himself and showed him the door?
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    Today was the day Kaleb's resolve would weaken. He knew that because of the way his hands kept moving to smooth over the front of his slacks and the way he licked his lips when the man came into view. Ever since his ex-lover, Devon Lead, started working at his station, Kaleb had been avoiding him. Mostly for Bryce's sake and to uphold the sanctity of their rule, he'd made sure not to look at Devon, or spy on him in the showers, or sit anywhere near him at meals. That had apparently been the wrong thing to do; now he wanted him so badly he could rip the man apart. It had been a long while since he had received a pounding and he knew Devon was good for it. Bryce, much as he loved him, didn't have it in him.
    Ever since that first day at the training facility, Kaleb had been obsessed with Bryce.