Trio of Mates

Brandon

Zak kisses along my jaw while he palms my erection through my pants. I groan and turn my face to his, hungrily devouring his mouth. My hand runs from his hip up his bare, muscular back, and along his broad shoulders. I move my hand to his short mahogany colored hair, fisting it in my hand, keeping his head firmly trapped in my grasp. He isn’t quite as tall as I am, so I bend my head to his, pulling him closer to my body. My c*ck twitches in his hands, and he moans into my mouth.

“Brandon,” he sighs as he unzips my pants and I fall out into his hands. He wraps his fist around my swollen c*ck and squeezes as I break away from his mouth, my head falling back as I moan loudly.

“Holy sh*t,” I breathe out.

Zak chuckles and trails his lips along my neck. The rough stubble on his cheeks rubs along my jaw and neck, adding an extra texture to the pleasure. He begins to pump his fist and my hips involuntarily move to follow his rhythm.

Groaning loudly, I turn toward him and my hand travels down to his toned *ss, slipping into his pants. His muscular arm wraps around my hips, his fingers gripping my skin.

“You guys started without me?” A feminine voice says from the door to Zak’s room.

We both turn to see our other best friend, Charlie, walking into the room, stripping off her clothes as she walks closer.

“You took too long,” I grin at her, rubbing my finger over Zak’s *ssh*l*. He whimpers and begins pumping my d*ck harder. I close my eyes and hum my approval.

“Let me help,” Charlie says, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table. She walks over to Zak, pulling his head toward her for a slow, thorough kiss. The sight of the two of them kissing, her completely naked and him only in a pair of sweats slung low on his hips, is almost enough for me to c*m. I bite my lip to swallow my moan.

Charlie pulls Zaks sweatpants and underwear down. She squirts lube over his *ssh*l* and my fingers before kneeling in front of us. She grins up at me as she takes me into her mouth. She begins pumping Zak’s c*ck with her right hand.

“F*ck, Charlie,” Zak curses, drawing out the words. He closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“Good girl,” I say, grabbing the back of her head at the same time that I stick two fingers into Zak’s tight hole.

“Sh*t!” he swears, leaning into my body as I begin to scissor and twirl my fingers to loosen him up. Charlie suddenly pops me out of her mouth and starts to s*ck Zak’s c*ck, stroking her hand along my shaft.

“If you two don’t stop, I’m going to f*ck*ng c*m right now,” Zak says, trying to pull away from us. But we both tighten our grips, mine on his *ss and Charlie’s on his hips.

“Who said you could c*m?” I whisper into the shell of his ear, pulling my fingers in and out of him.

Charlie pulls back on his c*ck, so just the tip is in her mouth. She stares up at us and grins as she runs her tongue around his tip.

“Oh, f*ck!” Zak moans loudly. “I can’t help it.” He pulls her head so that his c*ck is completely engulfed by her mouth. His body rocks back and forth between Charlie’s mouth and my fingers. He fists his hands in her hair, f*ck*ng her mouth. Zak turns and kisses me, hard and fast, c*mm*ng down Charlie’s throat. I greedily swallow his moans, still pumping my fingers in and out of his *ss.

Zak leans against me as Charlie swallows. “Oh, Zak,” Charlie says, mock sadness in her voice. “You didn’t have permission to c*m.”

I grin wickedly at her and turn back to Zak. His eyes are fluttering and he is panting heavily. “Guess someone needs to be punished. What do you think, Charlie? Cuffs or rope?” I say, gazing into Zak’s face. He is still recovering from his orgasm and isn’t truly hearing what we are saying.

I lean down, pulling his nipple into my mouth and biting. I earn a gasp from Zak and straightens off of my shoulder.

Charlie chuckles, walking over to the dresser where we keep all of our toys. “Cuffs,” Charlie says, reaching into the top drawer. “He likes being completely helpless, but hates it when the only thing restrained is his hands.” Zak likes to be able to touch us, to move at will, or to be completely restricted. Either fully restrained or completely free. By just cuffing his hands, it will increase the amount of begging he does.

I smirk at Zak, his c*ck already half-hard again. “Perfect,” I say, grabbing him around the waist. I push him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and laying on top of him. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “I’m going to f*ck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

Zak moans and tries to turn his head to kiss me, but I pull back. Charlie giggles, attaching the cuffs to the hook on the bed and locking Zak’s hands into the cuffs.

“I think he likes that idea,” Charlie says, grabbing his now fully erect d*ck in her hand and giving it a few strokes. Zak hisses in pleasure.

Getting off of Zak, I grab the lube and pour it over my aching c*ck. I pull Zak up so that his arms are taut in front of him and he is on his knees.

Charlie puts a pillow under Zak’s hips. Then she slips beneath him, laying on the pillow.

I pour more lube onto Zak’s *ssh*l* as Charlie lines him up with her dripping p*ssy. She pushes him inside of her and they both gasp at the feeling.

“So f*ck*ng wet,” Zak grits out between clinched teeth.

“Holy hell!” Charlie moans, beginning to rock her hips onto his c*ck.

I wrap my arms around Zak and place my hands on Charlie’s breasts. I squeeze and roll her n*ppl*s, feeling them pebble in my fingers. I bite Zak’s shoulder for that extra feeling of pain and pleasure. He cries out for me.

“You ready for my big c*ck in your *ss?” I say against his skin.

“Please,” he whispers.

“I didn’t hear you,” I say, grabbing my c*ck and rubbing it against his waiting hole.

“Please, Brandon. Please f*ck me!” He cries out.

I smile widely and line my c*ck up with his *ssh*l*. “Since you asked so nicely,” I say and thrust completely into him.

Brandon

I open my eyes, breathing hard. I look around and find that I am in my own bed in my room. I’m naked and my cock is tenting the sheet, a dot of precum staining where the tip rubs the fabric. I roll over to find Devin with his back to me. He’s naked, like me. Not surprising since we pretty much passed out after fucking all night.

Devin’s muscular back and tan skin are relaxed and his firey red hair is messy from sleeping and our long night.

I quickly reach across him to the lube on the bedside table. My movement makes him stir, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “What time is it?” he says, rubbing his face. His voice is rough from sleep and screaming last night. Good thing our rooms are soundproof.

Not answering him, I quickly put lube on my fingers and rub them over his asshole.

“Oh!” Devin groans, half turning towards me. I push him onto his stomach, keeping my arm on his upper back, so he can’t roll back. I stick two fingers into his hole and beg