Indifference of Heaven

  Boyd and Tim alternated fucking Paul’s mouth, each taking several thrusts before pulling out and letting the other man in. Paul was in carnal heaven. Boyd knew Kent would want the privilege of jacking Paul himself, just before he was ready to come, so this was the next best way to keep Paul in the game until Kent was ready to stop playing with him.

  Maybe next time I’ll DP him with Tim, if they’re up for that.

  Having someone this masochistic and eager squirming on his cock was always fun.

  Kent lasted nearly thirty minutes, the spectators cheering him on. Finally, Tim couldn’t take it anymore and fucked himself to completion in Paul’s mouth. When he made way, Boyd followed suit, holding himself deep while Paul swallowed, making him struggle just a little.

  When Boyd pulled out, Kent was stroking Paul’s cock as he fucked him, now really pumping his massive cock into Paul’s ass, shoving hard into him with each thrust.

  Boyd grabbed a fistful of Paul’s hair and held his head up. “Watch him fuck you, buddy. You’ve just been ruined by a pro.”

  “Ooohhh gaaawwd!” Paul’s body went rigid as he climaxed, spooging Kent’s hand while the crowd cheered again.

  Kent grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I’m…talking…about!” He finished with a ball-jarring thrust, his eyes falling closed and his body tensing and flexing as he filled Paul with his cum.

  Tim leaned in and whispered to Paul, then kissed him, tenderly, lovingly.

  Even with another guy’s cock and cum up his ass, and tasting like yet another’s.

  Love is strange.

  * * * *

  Boyd was enjoying the hot tub when Kent sought him out a little later and joined him. “How are the lovebirds?” Boyd asked.

  Kent grinned. “They’re staying over tonight. We crammed a fuck sheath up Paul’s ass, rolled him over onto his stomach, and he just smiled, stuck his ass up, and four more guys fucked him like that. Kid’s amazing.” He pointed at Boyd. “One of these days, I’m going to get you in my bed. I love blond and blue-eyed guys like you, you know that.”

  Boyd chuckled. “Dude, I know I can’t handle you.”

  Kent leaned in. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

  Tempting, just for the novelty, but… “Again, I can’t handle you. I know my limits. I haven’t had a fisting in years. I’m no size queen.”

  “Enough lube and practice and patience, and anyone can take me, if they’re dedicated.”

  This wasn’t the first time they’d had this go-round, so Boyd didn’t take offense. “I’m flattered, but no, thanks.”

  “Spoilsport.” He smiled. “Gonna let me watch you next Saturday?”

  “You could’ve watched me tonight, if you weren’t ruining another twink.”

  “Oh, man! The blue-eyed guy? He squirted all over himself tonight when I made him squeeze, then he got hard again while I was fucking him, and I was able to jerk him off.”

  “That explains the cheering I heard.”

  “Yeah. He’s a winner.” Kent relaxed. “Hope you like the newbie I’ve lined up for you.”

  Boyd cocked his head to study him. “Why are you so intent on this?”

  He shrugged. “I like my friends to be happy. I see guys come and go—and go and come—and they pair up eventually. You never do.”

  Boyd struggled and managed to keep his composure. “Don’t get your feelings hurt if we don’t hit it off beyond one hot night.”

  “I won’t. But I know you—you like green-eyed guys. Like Paul in there. You’re gonna love this guy. Have I ever paired you with a dud?”

  Boyd thought about a new guy at work he’d hired a few months earlier, green eyes, nice guy. Hot. But the sweet kind of hot, a guy who didn’t know it, not an asshole who took gym selfies all the time.

  Totally off-limits, too, since Boyd was his boss. Plus he didn’t even know if the guy was gay or straight—or bi, or other—or single or not. As the boss, those were conversations Boyd stayed away from unless an employee brought them up first, and even then he tried to avoid them.

  “You haven’t screwed me yet, Kent.”

  Kent grinned. “I would, if you’d just let me fist you first, buddy.”

  Chapter Four

  Around two a.m. Boyd was thinking about going home when Kent led a very happy-looking Paul over to him. Paul kissed Boyd, sliding down his body to his spent cock, where he started sucking him. Earlier, he’d seen Tim snuggling with Paul on one of the couches in the great room, where Deck the Halls was now playing on the TV.

  Kent, you sadistic bastard, playing Christmas movies this time of year.

  “Stay the night,” Kent invited. “Tim and Paul will sleep in bed with me. You can have the guest room.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to wake up to a blow job…or more? Tim said Paul is a great cook.”

  Kent reached down to where Paul was doing his damnedest to coax interest out of Boyd’s cock and fondly ruffled his hair. “We’ll have brunch and everything.” He leaned in. “Tim might have admitted to me he wouldn’t mind riding your cock tonight. Leave your bedroom door open and you’ll have a fun night.”

  It wasn’t like he had to be anywhere in the morning, and no pets to care for. He was going to the Suncoast Society munch, but that wasn’t until in the evening.

  Paul’s green eyes stared up at him, inviting.

  “Sure.” He stroked Paul’s hair and felt his cock twitch with interest inside the man’s mouth. “Thanks, man.”

  The other guests had all left by three. Paul, stuffed ass and all, was tasked with walking through the house with a pair of nitrile gloves, a container of wipes, and a garbage bag to clean up. Kent’s guests were usually well-trained—part of the deal about being invited—but every once in a while something got overlooked and didn’t make it into the garbage, usually a cup or plate.

  Boyd followed Kent to the master bedroom. Boyd had donned a towel wrapped around his waist even though Kent and his exhausted monster, and Tim and Paul, were all naked.

  “Can we talk a sec?” Boyd asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Paul tells me I’m inside a circle of trust I didn’t know about?”

  Kent grinned and smacked him on the shoulder. “Yeah, you are. That’s one of the reasons I fucking love you—you aren’t a pretentious, assuming asshole. Just a sadistic bastard.”

  “I appreciate that, buuuut…how’d I end up there?”

  Kent sat on the end of his bed. “Like I said, I consider you a friend. Not just another guest. I mean, I know we haven’t done bonding over beer at a bar or bullshit like that, but you’re…different. I know I can trust you. Guys come and go, but there’s a reason you are always on my list, and you can always show up, even if you RSVP’d a no—because I like and trust you. You and maybe two other guys.” He pointed at the bedroom door. “Well, four, now, adding Tim and Paul.”

  “I appreciate that. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

  He grinned. “And that’s another reason why you’re there.”

  The guest room had its own bathroom and was literally next door to the master bedroom. With both bedroom doors open, Boyd heard it when, just as he was dropping to sleep, Paul let out an unmistakable moan, followed by Kent’s hoarse voice.

  “Yeah, boy. Ride that fucking thing.”

  Boyd thought about peeking his head in to see if they wanted company when a shadow appeared in his doorway.

  Hmm.

  Tim didn’t have green eyes—his were a sweet, smoky brown—but that was okay because his oral technique was every bit as good as Paul’s had been.

  Boyd fisted his brown hair and humped his mouth for a few minutes, until Tim sat up and Boyd heard a condom being unwrapped. Before he could ask what Tim planned to do with that, he felt it being rolled down his cock.

  Okay, then.

  Boyd was better hung than Paul. Maybe Tim wanted a little realistically-sized joy of his own. As Tim climbed on and impaled himself on Boyd’s dick, Boyd bent his knees and braced his feet on the mattress.
He held Tim still as the man leaned in and kissed him, a less desperate technique than Paul’s, calmer.

  In the background, Kent was getting his groove on and Paul sounded like he might not be able to walk in the morning.

  Not that Paul would mind that.

  “He’s been dying to get reamed by Kent for a while now,” Tim softly said. “Spent this past week working him up with butt plugs and the fuck sheath. He likes it large.”

  “Hence the DP.”

  “Yeah, he fucking loves that. Always has.” He could hear the smile in Tim’s voice. “I love to watch, but I needed a fuck, and Paul is both occupied and in a total bottom headspace right now.”

  “And you’re not exactly up to Kent’s speed yet.”

  “Yeah, not even close.” Tim leaned in and kissed him again. Boyd let him start riding him. “But damn, that was fucking sexy as hell to watch.”

  Boyd wasn’t a sharer once he had a partner. If he wasn’t attached, and if the other parties were all on board with it, he wasn’t averse to swinging, under safe circumstances.

  “The guys Kent fucks seem to love it.” Boyd wondered if Tim was working up to something and hoped it wouldn’t get weird suddenly.

  Relatively speaking.

  Confirmed by Tim’s next statement. “How hard would it be to do that?”

  “Depends. You been fisted lately?”

  “Been a couple of years, but I have a big plug I like to wear when I’m fucking him at home.”

  Hmmm.

  “Well, it would be in the spirit of hospitality to let the host fuck you in the morning, if you’d really like to try it.”

  “Yeah.”

  So there would be a morning orgy in Boyd’s future.

  Cool.

  He rolled Tim over onto his back, threw his ankles over his shoulders, and plowed him as Tim begged for it. He felt Tim reach between them and start jacking himself, so Boyd slowed down and tried to time it right for the guy. Once he felt Tim starting to come, Boyd pounded him and quickly followed.

  Best night in a long time.

  In the master bedroom, Paul was still moaning while Kent was talking to him. After they cleaned up, Boyd followed Tim back there just out of curiosity.

  Sure enough, Paul sat astride the beast. Kent was pinching Paul’s nipples as he slowly rose and fell, and Boyd smiled and shook his head as he watched. Paul was likely in for a long ride, because the rare times he witnessed Kent getting it a third time, the guy could last forever. And since Kent had few guys who could readily take him on demand, he never turned down a chance for this kind of repeat fun.

  Tim gave Boyd a kiss before Boyd returned to his room and, this time, was able to fall asleep.

  Door open.

  * * * *

  Boyd didn’t know what time it was, except it was daylight, and the two mouths eagerly working on his already hard cock belonged to Tim and Paul.

  Hmm. Nice.

  He cracked open an eye to see Kent—naked, of course—lounging against the bedroom door frame while sipping coffee from a Doctor Who TARDIS mug. “There he is. Was beginning to think you weren’t going to wake up to join the fun.”

  Boyd patted both men on the head. “Three sugars, no cream, please. If we’re going to have fun before breakfast, I need caffeine.”

  Paul was the one to leap up and off the bed to go make it. Boyd spied a glimpse of the marks he’d left on Paul’s ass last night, and it made him smile.

  He also spotted that both men now wore matching wedding bands.

  Tim sat up, smiling, and Boyd could see the guy was hard and horny.

  “And I need to freshen up first,” Boyd said.

  “Festivities to immediately take place in the back bedroom,” Kent said. “I let you sleep in, and that gave them time to, eh, prepare. You’re welcome. Squeaky clean, both of them.” Kent hoisted the mug at him in a salute. “Allons-y!” He headed down the hall, and Tim followed.

  Boyd chuckled. In the bathroom, it took a moment for him to soften enough to go. Then he splashed water on his face, unwrapped a new toothbrush that was on the counter, and brushed his teeth, adding a gargle for good measure.

  He followed Kent down the hall to the back bedroom, where the door now stood open. Paul brought Boyd his coffee, and he sipped the sweet, strong caramel-flavored brew.

  “Good coffee.”

  “Right?” Kent asked. “I don’t buy the cheap shit, but that’s one of the Publix ones, and man it’s pretty damn good.”

  “What, exactly, is on the menu this morning?” Boyd asked. “I mean, before breakfast?”

  Tim smiled and held up a finger.

  Meaning him.

  “Just out of curiosity, what changed your mind?”

  The loving glance he cast Paul twisted Boyd’s heart and reminded him how alone he was. “Well, my boy seemed to enjoy it. As his Daddy, maybe I should try it at least once.”

  “Can’t argue with that logic.”

  Because Kent was a generous host, and because he loved watching Boyd fuck someone, he let Boyd fuck Tim first. Boyd put the man on his hands and knees on the bed and had Paul get under him and edge him by sucking Tim’s cock for him. With that out of his system, after disposing of the condom and cleaning up, Boyd got started helping Kent prepare Tim.

  They put him on his back for that part with Paul still edging him and keeping him needy and horny. It took an hour, and a lot of lube, but Boyd was finally able to get his hand all the way in there with Tim moaning and rocking his hips and begging for more.

  Boyd stripped off the glove. “He’s all yours. How you want him?”

  “A first-timer? On his back with his legs spread like a sweet little bitch, of course. I love watching their faces when they meet the monster for the first time. You know that.”

  Boyd had already grown hard again and planned on putting that load down Paul’s throat once they finished ruining Tim. Boyd sat against the headboard and spread his legs so Tim could lie against him and Boyd could hold his ankles for him.

  Paul would be on deck to help distract Tim during the process.

  Boyd pressed his cheek against Tim’s. “I suggest deep breaths, at first.”

  “Fuck, that thing looks bigger from this angle.”

  Kent was slathering lube along his slab. “Second thoughts?”

  “No, because I might not be brave enough to try this again.”

  “Make all the noise you want, buddy.” Kent grinned. “Not often I get to tap a matched set.”

  Kent knelt between Tim’s thighs while Boyd nibbled on Tim’s earlobe, prepared to bite down to distract him if it got too intense. Paul slowly stroked Tim’s cock, which had wilted a little when Kent pressed the head of his against Tim’s rim.

  “Push,” Kent told him. “And you can always tell me to stop if you need to.”

  Tim shook his head. “Don’t stop,” he gasped.

  Without a crowd to play to, Kent took his time and slowly worked his way into Tim’s ass as Tim moaned and swore and begged for more. Took Kent the better part of ten minutes to bottom out inside him, and Tim let out a gasp when Boyd told him he was there.

  “Fuuuuuck!”

  “Good job, you,” Boyd said.

  Paul leaned in to kiss Tim. “God, I hope I looked that hot last night, Daddy.” Tim, beyond words apparently, only nodded.

  “You did.” Boyd smiled. “Really hot.”

  “Flex your ass, buddy,” Kent said. “Let’s see what you got.”

  More moaning and gasping from Tim, then his cock jerked and exploded, ropes of cum shooting all over his belly as he came.

  Kent laughed. “Oooh, I got me a squirter. Damn, boy. That’s fucking hot.”

  Paul dove in to lick him clean and suck on his limp member while Kent slowly fucked Tim. It only took Paul about two minutes to get Tim hard again, and then Kent playfully shooed him out of the way.

  “My turn.” He grasped Tim’s cock in his hand and slowly jacked him while he fucked him. Tim squirmed agains
t Boyd, in heaven, his head thrown back against Boyd’s shoulder and getting kisses from him and Paul.

  “Told you, Daddy,” Paul joked. “Knew you’d love it.”

  Kent wore a languid smile. “Yeah, this is great. Gonna need seconds from you before you leave today. Sit there and watch TV with you riding my cock for a while and your boy tonguing my balls.”

  From the way Tim was moaning, Boyd suspected that was exactly what was going to happen.

  “You ruined another one, Kent.”

  He grinned. “Fuckin’ A, I did. I tell you, Boyd. You and me, it could be a beautiful thing.” He winked.

  Boyd chuckled. “Never change, Kent.”

  Apparently Kent didn’t want to wear Tim out his first time, so he picked up the pace and got Tim off right before he came. Once Paul had cleaned Tim up a second time, Boyd released Tim’s ankles and slid out from under him. Then Boyd grabbed Paul’s head. He needed no further prompting to dive onto Boyd’s cock.

  Five minutes later, all four of them were contentedly sprawled across the bed.

  “Well?” Boyd asked Tim.

  He gave a thumbs-up but otherwise didn’t move.

  Paul laughed. “I think Kent wore Daddy out.”

  * * * *

  Boyd grabbed a quick shower and dressed while Paul cooked breakfast and Tim dozed on the sofa with another of those fuck sheaths stuffed up his ass. It didn’t bother Boyd, with just them, that he was the only one dressed.

  “God, I almost hate to have to work this week,” Kent said. “Only thing gonna be good about going to Miami is borrowing Paul.” He reached over and slapped the man’s ass where he stood at the stove.

  “So what do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?” Boyd was now on his second mug of coffee. Now that he knew he was inside the “circle of trust,” he decided to ask Kent the kind of questions he usually avoided at these parties so he didn’t risk violating anyone’s privacy.

  “Started out running an automotive parts distribution business, but years ago we branched out into logistics and creating distribution solutions for other industries. I met Tim and Paul when I’d hired their software company to rewrite and integrate some software we were using that wasn’t doing enough for us. Had to export all sorts of data into separate programs. Plus I wanted app access for manufacturers and other vendors, set up on a per-need basis. So that if I want one manufacturer to see not just where something is in the system but anticipate sales trends, I can do that. And we can run pretty much any kind of report we want, from how long something takes to sell on average, how long it takes to manufacture and transport—everything.”