Carrick
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to always go with the flow. It’s how I stay calm when the rest of the world is going to hell, smile when a smarter man would be screaming, bend when everyone expects me to break. It’s also led to some pretty amazing experiences; like meeting Zac Hanson, for one thing. The party where I met his brother? I’d dropped by on a whim, even though I’d been on my way somewhere else. People ask me if I believe in fate, but I like to think of it as serendipity. Just happening to be in the right place at the right time, and doing what feels right.
What feels right doesn’t always feel good, though; walking away from Zac hurt like hell, not that I’d ever let him know. I just put on my best smile and told him it was for the best, which it was. I’ve been accused of having too big a heart, and I’m not exactly arguing. Sure it sucked, but I’ve never been one to mope. That’s the best part of going with the flow; nothing keeps you down for long.
So I kept myself busy when I went home to Cali. Jammed with some friends, hung out at the beach, the usual. I knew I’d hear from Zac eventually; okay, maybe a tiny part of me wasn’t positive, but I was pretty sure. It surprised the hell out of me when Taylor texted me, though. But what surprised me even more was what he wanted.
Did I wanna fly out there and have a threesome with him and Zac for Zac’s birthday? I don’t know; do hipsters wear plaid? Hell yeah I was down. But I’m no idiot; Tay and I had a nice little chat about what brought this on. He told me things were going fine, but he knew Zac missed me, and Tay couldn’t bear to see Zac wanting for everything. So after getting his solemn swear this wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass – no pun intended – I hopped the first flight out to Oklahoma.
And now here I was, flashing Tay a wink as we led Zac into the living room and bookended him on the couch. Part of me couldn’t believe what we were getting ready for, but I was psyched. I wondered if Zac would chicken out, or Tay for that matter, since all the confidence of thirty seconds ago seemed to be vaporizing. Zac glanced between me and his brother, laughing nervously.
“So… Hey guys…” Zac spoke up finally.
“Mhm?” Taylor answered, looking a little pale.
“Hadn’t really planned much further than this…” Zac’s cheeks turned a shade of pink. I couldn’t help lauging, but I rubbed his back to reassure him.
“We, um… I mean, you said…” Taylor was stammering, blushing even more than Zac.
“Yeah, Tay?” Zac encouraged, leaning into me and relaxing some. Taylor didn’t answer, but he looked down shyly and put his hand on Zac’s knee.
“Isn’t he cute when he’s nervous?” Zac half-whispered to me, and I chuckled.
“Yeah, he is…” It was true, the guy was damn close to adorable. He looked up at my words; I decided to test the waters, covering the hand on Zac’s knee with one of mine. I caught the slight shiver, and so did Zac, grinning at both our hands on him.
“Is this… okay?” Taylor ran his free hand through Zac’s hair, drawing a purr out of him.
“Better than okay… Best birthday ever.”
Taylor smiled, glanced at me for a moment, then leaned forward to kiss Zac. He seemed so nervous about kissing him in front of me, and I understood why; he didn’t want to make me upset or jealous, and I appreciated that. But like I’d told him on the phone, I knew what this was, and it was more than fine by me. I brushed my thumb over Zac’s knee, leaving my fingers on Tay’s; I wasn’t sure who caused it, but Zac let out a soft moan against his brother’s mouth.
My other hand was still on Zac’s back; I went back to rubbing softly, and leaned over to kiss his neck. I felt Tay move his fingers against mine then, pulling back to look at me when Zac moaned louder. He smirked as I caught his eye, smirking back as I lightly bit Zac’s neck.
“Like what you see?” Zac asked, smirking at Tay.
“I think so…” Tay looked between Zac and me, smiling. I was still working on Zac’s neck, and he let out a whimper, staring at Tay. He responded by kissing him deeper; meanwhile I gripped his leg tighter, drawing another moan from him and making him grasp at Tay’s hair. Stepping things up a notch, I moved my hand to his other leg, running up and down his thigh. This time it was Taylor who moaned; feeling a little competitive, I caught Zac’s ear between my teeth, pulling him towards my side of the couch.
“God,” Zac sighed, whimpering.
“I think someone’s trying to get your attention,” Tay breathed, nodding towards me. The heat was getting to him, I could tell by his half-lidded eyes and smirking lips; he wasn’t the only one.
“Yeah?” Zac laughed, turning my way. I didn’t bother answering, instead pulling him in for a deep kiss. He was all in, moaning and running a hand up and down my chest, and there it was. It’d been months since I’d felt this, and even though this was the absolute last time for emotions, I allowed a little piece of my brain to enjoy it for non-lusty reasons. When I felt him slide a hand under my tank, I smiled and pulled back.
“Well someone’s gotta be the first one…” The air felt great on my skin as I peeled off the top. Zac caught Taylor eyeing me, and grinned.
“I think he definitely likes what he sees,” he mock-whispered to me.
“I think so.” I smirked at Tay, who was chewing his bottom lip.
“Tay,” Zac giggled. “You nervous, baby?” Either the nickname or the (correct) observation made him go even darker red.
“You were right, he does blush a lot…” I couldn’t think of any girls I knew that blushed as much as he did, but I thought it made him that much hotter. Tay’s eyes widened at that, making Zac giggle again.
“I know, right? But it’s so cute.”
Taylor huffed a bit, but he was still smiling; I had a feeling it was something Zac teased him about a lot.
“Kiss him,” Zac whispered in my ear. “See how much he blushes then…”
Tay’s eyes got even wider, like a deer in headlights, but the way his lips twitched told me he wasn’t objecting. I grabbed his collar and pulled him close, being a little rough to play with how timid he was acting; his eyes darted between Zac and me, licking his lips and swallowing hard. I glanced at Zac; he was enjoying every second of this. I kept my eyes on him as I closed the gap between me and Tay, kissing him hard.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Zac moaned; Taylor seemed to agree, whimpering and relaxing, his eyes following mine to his brother. Zac’s hand started to creep down, but I brushed it out of the way and replaced it with my own; if anyone was gonna touch him tonight, I wasn’t about to let it be himself. He let out a soft moan, his head falling back. Tay reached over and joined me, the two of us stroking Zac, making him curse. I pulled back for air, my hand still working him along with his brother’s.
“You like your present, baby?” Tay asked.
“Oh fuck… Yes. Did you really have to ask?”
I leaned down and started kissing Zac’s neck again; out of the corner of my eye I saw Tay do the same to his other side. Zac moaned loudly, thrusting his hips up into our hands, and Tay mimicked the sound.
“I think he likes it,” I chuckled against Zac’s neck.
“Mhm,” Tay breathed, dragging his tongue over Zac’s skin.
“Wasn’t just a present for me, was it?” Zac asked, his voice a little shaky.
“Yeah, well…” I replied, smirking. “Call it a late housewarming gift.”
Taylor snorted in response, and Zac giggled.
“It’s definitely… warming things up…” Zac giggled, and Taylor snorted in response. He ran a hand under Zac’s shirt, making the younger boy shiver.
“I think someone’s a little overdressed,” I said teasingly, placing a few more kisses on Zac’s neck.
“Definitely,” Tay agreed with a smirk.
“Who, me?” Zac put on his best innocent face, but I knew better.
“Shut up and strip, birthday boy.”
Zac
There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that this was the best birthday I had ever had. My head was spinning from what little we had done–kissing Taylor in front of someone else for the first time, kissing Carrick after months apart… watching Carrick and Taylor kiss…
If it was even possible, I felt my erection swell even more at that last thought, and so I hurried to obey Carrick’s command. In addition to tugging my shirt over my head, I quickly wiggled out of my pants. By sheer luck, even though I had no clue this was going to happen–could not have even dreamed of it–I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Removing those two items left me completely naked with the two most gorgeous men I’d ever seen staring at me, yet somehow I didn’t feel self conscious at all.
“Better?” I asked.
Taylor’s eyes went wide, as he still wasn’t accustomed to my assertive side. Maybe he hadn’t fully realized how much I wanted this threesome, either. Until it was really happening, I don’t think even I had realized how much I wanted it. I couldn’t help giggling at Taylor’s reaction, and I could hear Carrick laughing, too.
“Well?” I stared Taylor down. “Now who’s over-dressed?”
He glanced back and forth between me and Carrick, as though he were hoping one of us would reconsider the need for him to get naked. I certainly wasn’t going to, and Carrick was making no secret of his attraction to Taylor. When Taylor swallowed nervously, Carrick actually snorted with laughter.
“I think he needs help, Carrick,” I said, enjoying the role I had seemed to take on as the director of my own personal porno.
Carrick nodded his agreement, snaking his hand up the front of Taylor’s shirt. Taylor shivered at his touch, his eyes falling closed so that I could no longer see the nervousness in them. I was still amazed sometimes by how innocent Taylor could be; I knew he wasn’t a great deal more experienced than me, but it was still odd – and kind of hot – to discover the things that made him blush.
“You wanna do the honors?” Carrick asked me, his hand still resting somewhere amongst the patch of hair on Taylor’s chest.
Instead of answering him with words, I just reached between Taylor’s legs and grazed my hand across the very obvious, and very large, bulge there. I didn’t linger, though; I just wanted to tease him. I made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and shoved them down hard, discovering that he hadn’t worn underwear either. Taylor took the initiative to kick his pants off into the floor, while I turned to see Carrick’s reaction. His eyes were unsurprisingly wide.
“Not bad, huh?” I grinned, feeling strangely proud to show Taylor off to Carrick. Taylor, judging by how much he was blushing, wasn’t quite so proud.
Carrick smirked lustily. “Not bad at all…”
I ran my hand up Taylor’s chest alongside Carrick’s hand, yanking his shirt up and over his head. “Yeah… I’m one lucky guy…”
“Not as lucky as me…” Taylor replied, smiling at me.
“Aww…” Carrick said, almost sounding sincere.
He let his hand fall down to Taylor’s leg, just barely grazing his inner thigh, but not going any further than that. Taylor’s eyes darted nervously back and forth between the two of us. To distract Taylor from the nerves he obviously still hadn’t shaken, I gave Carrick a nudge and said, “Hey, you still have pants on… not fair…”
His response to that was to stand up and drop his pants, smirking the entire time. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. As it turned out, he was freeballing too, and I had a feeling at least he had been prepared enough to make that a conscious decision.
“See something you like?” Carrick asked Taylor, his pride obvious in the way he smirked and rested his hands on his hips.
I could only giggle at Taylor’s blatant staring and the way he nodded quickly.
“Yeah…” Taylor finally said, swallowing hard.
“Yeah… me too,” I added, not even trying to hide the fact that I too was staring. Sure, he wasn’t as big as Taylor, or even as big as me, but I knew exactly what Carrick could do with what he was packing.
With his eyes still clearly on Carrick, Taylor ran his hand almost idly up and down my leg. As Carrick sat back down, still smirking, I reached down and nudged Taylor’s hand closer to my dick, hoping he would get the hint. He did. He gripped my dick loosely, but deliberately, his eyes still on Carrick and one eyebrow slightly raised. It was a hint for Carrick, I suppose, because he reached over and wrapped his hand around Taylor’s.
“God…” I gasped.
Taylor’s eyes remained on Carrick as he began to stroke me. Carrick did the same, his hand moving right along with Taylor’s as the two of them engaged in a seriously intense and seriously hot staring contest. To my surprise, Taylor was the first to break their stalemate as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Carrick’s. It was a brief, fairly chaste kiss that left Carrick smirking.
I couldn’t resist. Once again, my inner porn director came out to play. I ran my hands through their hair, then planted my hands firmly on the backs of both of their heads, nudging them closer together until their foreheads bumped and they took the hint. Carrick’s eyes flickered my way and he gave me the tiniest of smirks before crushing his mouth against Taylor’s, drawing a moan from Taylor as they kissed.
“Fuck… so hot…” I moaned out, my hips rolling upward in agreement because they had apparently developed a mind of their own.
Carrick pulled back from Taylor and brushed his lips against mine. I let my mouth fall open, my hand finding its way into Carrick’s hair again and tugging on it. I struggled to keep my eyes open so that I could see everything else happening around me. I didn’t want to miss a minute of this, this once in a lifetime thing. Carrick’s eyelashes fluttered against my cheek as he glanced Taylor’s direction, but it did nothing to prepare me for Tay’s next move.
Taylor leaned in, nudging my nose with his as he hovered in front of mine and Carrick’s faces. His tongue darted out to touch my lips, which parted just as easily for him as they had for Carrick, and I felt his tongue slip inside to mingle with both mine and Carrick’s. I moaned loudly, my free hand creeping up to tangle in Tay’s hair as well.
It took us a moment to figure out just what we were doing, with all three of our tongues battling for dominance. Just when it was obvious that the three of us were running out of air, Carrick pulled back and gave Taylor a pointed look.
“You want the first taste?” He asked.
I stared back and forth between the two of them, actually shaking with anticipation. Even though I felt like the director of my own greatest wet dream ever, I knew I was really at their mercy here, and I didn’t mind that at all.
Rather than answer with words, Taylor simply dove straight into my lap, a smile on his face. His lips wrapped softly around me. I cried out, thrusting up and driving my dick further into his mouth. Taylor moaned, the vibrations of his mouth almost enough to drive me crazy, and his hand snaked across my legs and into Carrick’s lap, finding its way right to Carrick’s dick. I couldn’t resist adding my hand on top of it, mimicking what he and Taylor had done to me only moments earlier. Carrick’s eyes were on me as he moaned, but his hand was creeping onto the back of Taylor’s head.
“Fuck this is hot…” Carrick remarked, letting out a low growl.
I nodded. “God… I know…”
Taylor pulled back a bit to glance up at me, and Carrick quickly shoved his head back down, forcing my dick even further down Taylor’s throat than it had been before. He didn’t seem to mind at all, though, judging by the way he moaned.
“He likes it when you’re rough with him,” I told Carrick, laughing a little.
Carrick’s eyes widened. “Is that so…”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied, nodding. Taylor whimpered, his eyes flickering up to the two of us. They were wide, and I was sure he was wondering what we might have planned for him.
As if to test what I had said, Carrick gripped Taylor’s hair harder and I thrusted up into his mouth faster. Between the two of us, Taylor really didn’t have a choice but to suck my cock and suck it well. As he moaned around it, he stroked Carrick’s dick faster. Seeing that only turned me on more; I rolled my hips up harder and faster, panting as I fucked Taylor’s mouth.
With a growl, Carrick yanked on Taylor’s hair, pulling him off my dick. Smirking, he said, “My turn.”
“There’s enough of me to go around…” I moaned, watching as Carrick dropped to the floor between my legs and swallowed me in one gulp.
While Carrick sucked my dick, Taylor placed a hand on my face and leaned in to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth and ran my hand down his chest, finally letting it come to rest on his dick. His hips bucked upward as I stroked him. A moment later, Carrick’s hand found its way onto mine, his eyes darting up to stare at me. I gave him a smirk and shoved him back down just to make sure he didn’t forget what he was supposed to be doing. To my surprise, Taylor’s hand joined mine on top of Carrick’s head.
Carrick pulled back. “Ganging up on me now?”
Taylor gave me a quick glance, then shoved Carrick’s head back down. I giggled. “Did I mention he can give as good as he gets?”
Carrick shook his head slightly, but nevertheless resumed sucking my dick. While he did, Taylor’s lips fell to my neck, kissing it softly. The contrast of his gentle movements with Carrick’s relentlessness made me feel dizzy. I let out a moan and stroked Taylor harder. That was, evidently, his cue to dial it up a notch, as he bit down on my neck and tangled a hand in my hair to tug on it. Carrick joined in, reaching up to drag his fingernails down my chest.
“Fuck…” I hissed, causing Carrick to chuckle.
Taylor’s hand crept down to Carrick’s shoulder, and I watched closely to see what he was planning. He crawled down my body, his eyes trained on mine as he planted kisses down my chest and stomach. He gave Carrick a little nudge and I shivered as I realized what Taylor had in mind. Once he finally reached his destination, on the floor next to Carrick, he paused and bit his lip as though he were considering his next move very carefully.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Tay… please…”
Carrick repositioned himself to give Taylor more room, and Taylor glanced at both of us one last time before finally snaking his tongue out and letting it just barely brush against my cock. Even that small movement was enough to make me moan. Taylor’s eyes remained trained on Carrick as he licked me, and Carrick seemed to take whatever unspoken hint Taylor was giving him, letting his tongue graze my dick as well so that it brushed up against Taylor’s tongue.
“Fuck… Tay… Carrick…” I gasped out, my brain far past the point of intelligent thought and my hips thrusting up once again like they had a mind of their own.
Carrick glanced up at me, then gave Taylor a conspiratorial smirk. Taylor nodded, and I began to get really freaked out by their weird psychic connection. He tilted his head to the side slightly, and Carrick mimicked him, so that the two of them were effectively kissing each other with my dick inbetween their mouths. If simply watching them kiss had been hot, then the word hadn’t yet been invented to describe this. Taylor reached over to stroke Carrick’s dick, and the two of them slowly found a rhythm, their mouths moving together perfectly in sync.
“Motherfuck…” My head fell back against the couch. Even though I wanted to watch, it was almost too much; I could still feel their every move and that was just as good.
Carrick gave a low growl, and I shivered. I could feel Taylor’s hand brushing against my balls, and my hips bucked upward again, forcing more of me into Taylor’s hand. He slid down further, his mouth finding its way to my balls in place of his hand. Carrick took over sucking my dick then, taking me fully into his mouth as he nudged one of my legs upward to give both him and Taylor better access to what I assumed was their next goal. Taylor lifted my other leg, his tongue inching ever lower.
“Yes… Taylor…” I whimpered.
He gripped my leg tightly as he pressed his tongue against my ass, the tip of sliding inside. I moaned out his name again, which caused Carrick to growl and drag his teeth lightly across my dick.
“Feeling ignored?” I asked, giving Carrick a smirk.
Carrick raised an eyebrow, and I sensed a sarcastic comment coming. To that stop, I grabbed him by the hair and pushed him back down onto my dick. I felt him laughing around me, which felt strangely good. Taylor soon distracted me from that, pressing even more of his tongue into me.
I pushed myself against him, urging him to go deeper. “Fuck… more, Tay…”
He gave me a nod, then began thrusting his tongue in and out, mimicking fucking me. Carrick brought the attention back his actions by pushing even further until he was deep throating me. I felt like a ping pong ball, bouncing back and forth between the two of them, and it was easily the best feeling ever.
“Mmm, fuck… so good, you guys,” I gasped out.
Taylor pulled back and stared up into my eyes as he replaced his tongue with a finger. I was slick enough from his saliva that it easily slid in all the way, leaving me whimpering in pure pleasure. Taylor leaned down to nibble on my thigh as he thrust his finger in and out.
Carrick pulled back to watch Taylor for a moment, then ducked down into the floor to fumble in his pants. I had no clue what he was doing until he returned to his former position, a small tube in his hand. Trust Carrick to come prepared. He quickly squeezed some of the lube into his hand, then almost tentatively pressed a finger against me.
“Yes… fuck…” I choked out, almost incoherent just at thought of both of them fingering me.
He pressed his finger into me alongside Taylor’s, and I cried out. Taylor even moaned, his eyes still on me as he kissed my thigh. Carrick stared intently at Taylor, matching his movements, and drawing Taylor’s eyes to his. After a short staredown, Carrick leaned in and kissed Taylor deeply, their mouths meeting just inches away from my cock.
I moaned at the sight. “God… I could watch that all day…”
Carrick glanced at me, not even breaking the kiss. His free hand snaked up to wrap around my cock, and Taylor’s soon joined it. Below that, Taylor pressed another finger against my hole, and I nodded eagerly to assure him that I wanted more. Taylor nodded back in acknowledgement, then pushed his second finger inside. It was a stretch, but it felt good – damn good. He curled his fingers to hit the one spot that he knew would drive me crazy, and Carrick mimicked him.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my hips rolling toward them to meet their motions.
Taylor nudged aside Carrick’s hand and took my dick into his mouth, never even pausing his fingers’ movements. Carrick leaned in to bite down on Taylor’s neck, which caused Taylor to moan around my cock.
“Fuck… so hot…” I gasped out.
Carrick curled his finger again, and I saw stars. My vision threatened to leave entirely as Taylor and Carrick moved together in perfect sync. I cried out, the sound not remotely approaching any of the words I was thinking, but I was pretty sure it still expressed just how fantastic it felt to have the two of them working together to stretch and prep me for what I hoped was to come.
“Someone… needs to fuck me… soon,” I panted out.
Carrick seemed to find that amusing, judging by the way he smirked as he slipped a second finger inside of me. A scream tore of out of my body along with a very loud curse. If I wasn’t feeling this and wasn’t watching it happen with my very own eyes, I would have thought it was impossible. It was the sort of thing you saw in porn and wondered if it even felt good. It didn’t. It felt amazing.
“Yeah?” Carrick smirked darkly as Taylor just stared up at me. “You like that?”
My body shaking, I moaned, “Yes… fuck…”
Taylor stared at their fingers pumping into me as though he too were in awe of what was happening. Carrick never stopped smirking. Glancing at Tay, he asked, “Think he’s ready?”
Taylor nodded, and I just barely found the motor skills to do the same. “Fuck yes I am.”
“Who do ya want first?” Carrick asked, still smirking.
That was easily the best ultimatum ever. I knew that there were serious implications no matter who I chose, but I also knew that either choice was a win for me. I could choose Taylor and give Carrick the live action porno of his dreams, or I could have Carrick again for the first time in months. There was no way to even compare how good either of them were, so it wasn’t a matter of choosing who I wanted most…
Finally, after glancing back and forth between the two of them as I contemplated my options, I let my eyes land on Carrick.
“You.”