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It had started on a weeknight late into autumn, all the leaves brown and wet from the chilly rain, sticking to Sam’s sneakers as he made his way up to the mountains where his best friend lived. The hood of his grey sweatshirt was pulled over his head, denim jacket holding the soft cotton tight to his torso and keeping him warm with the frigid winds that seemed to hit him straight in the face no matter which way he turned. The point of the season in which the weather made one final turn toward winter had always depressed Sam. It meant the end of warm weather; no more t-shirts, no more shorts or swim trunks, no more pretty girls in bikinis, no more skateboarding. All he had left to look forward to was the novel appeal of tucking himself under a soft throw blanket and watching horror movies in preparation for Spirit’s Eve, only a week away.
Sam had let himself into the carpenter shop and exchanged brief pleasantries with Sebastian’s mom before hurrying down the creaky steps to the basement. Sebastian sat at his computer like usual, looking up as Sam walked in. “Hey,” Sam sighed, plopping onto the couch and letting his head fall against the cushions as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Hey,” Sebastian replied. He clicked his mouse a couple times, the whirring of fans in his computer coming to a stop as the dark-haired boy stood up and stretched. He settled onto his mattress, legs stretched out in front of him as he surveyed the blond. “You’re energetic today.”
“It’s freezing outside. I’m already over it.”
“It’s not that bad,” he’d insisted.
“Says you.” Sebastian had quirked a pierced eyebrow upward. “You have Abigail to keep you warm. I’m alone. So utterly alone.” Sam was being a bit dramatic. Yeah, the colder seasons were better when there was a significant other involved, but he wasn’t yearning for it. He was young, only eighteen. And honestly, a part of him had resented Sebastian when the couple had told him that they’d made things official. While Sebastian was a few months older, he was still eighteen, too, and their whole lives were opening up before them. Sam’s best friend being tied down to a girl he could date five years down the road if he really wanted to only held both boys back from experiencing everything adulthood had to offer.
“I don’t see Abigail here, do you?” She’d been busy performing unpaid labor at her dad’s shop all month, it being their busy season and all. Sebastian would still have her in his bed all winter long, so Sam didn’t feel too bad for him
“You know what I mean.”
“Get yourself a girl, then. You have to be interested in someone, right?”
“I don’t know. Haley’s been hanging around outside our houses and I’ve talked to her a lot, but I don’t know if she’s really my type.”
“You have a type?”
“I usually go for the girl next door,” Sam replied. He thought for a moment— Haley was quite literally the girl next door. He amended, “Metaphorically. Pretty, but in the way that she still gets embarrassed when I tell her she’s pretty.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Like who?”
“I don’t know… like Penny, I guess. She’s smart and funny and proper and innocent, and that’s all kind of a turn-on.”
“So go for it.”
“I’m not sure that’s really what I want. Commitment isn’t something I’m interested in right now. I just like the body warmth.”
“So why does it matter? Cuddle with Haley if she’ll let you.”
“I mean… there are other things I want, too.” Sebastian raised both brows, a smirk spread over his mouth. “I’m just, like, so horny. My hand is getting tired. I just need someone to help me out at this point.”
“Not sure any of the girls here are going to offer that service, sorry.”
Sam scratched at the back of his neck, staring down at his feet. “Not to pry or whatever, but… are you and Abi fucking all the time? I never hear you talk about that kind of thing.”
“We do stuff sometimes, but not that. She says she’s not ready.”
“And you don’t crave it?”
“Obviously I do,” Seb scoffed. “I guess I’m just better at jerking off than you are.”
“What’s your secret?”
“Porn’s a good start.”
“You think I don’t look at porn? It’s not working for me.”
Sebastian sighed. “Maybe you’re just one of those people who will never be satisfied unless someone’s doing the work for them.”
“How do I figure out if that’s my issue?”
“Test it, I guess.”
“I’ll get right on that,” Sam replied with a roll of his eyes. They’d already established that no one in this tiny-ass town would be open to a relationship free of exclusivity, and Sam would be holding out a while longer before he gave up his freedom just to quell his sex drive. Sebastian pushed himself off his bed, crossing the room to sit on the couch next to Sam.
“I know it sucks, dude, but that’s just part of living in a community like this. Lucky for you, you have the best friend ever.”
Sam didn’t see Sebastian’s hand reaching toward him in the moment, but he certainly noticed when his friend’s palm landed on the button of his denim jeans. The rough fabric pulled over his crotch as Seb wrestled the metallic button free, tugging the zipper down and sliding his hand underneath to grasp Sam’s length through his boxers. “What the fuck?” Sam asked, but it left his throat in a whisper, barely audible.
“I’m down to help you, dude, but you have to let me. Not trying to brag, but I’ve got a lot of experience jerking off. Way more than any girl here you could possibly ever trick into doing it.”
Sam had been so frozen in shock and indecision and Sebastian hadn’t stopped to ask for an answer. He continued running his fingers over Sam’s growing boner until the pressure was stretching his boxers to the point where the fabric was thinning with tension and a drop of precum had leaked into the fabric. Seb had looked up at him and he immediately lifted his hips, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs and leaving them on the floor.
Sebastian made embarrassingly quick work of Sam’s erection. The long, slender fingers wrapped around his cock, the chipped black nail polish on his fingernails, his nonchalant demeanor as Sam felt like his insides were on fire— all of it piled on top of each other and spurred Sam on, closer to orgasm. “What about Abi?” the blond gasped, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut if the question presented a possibility that this might stop abruptly.
“Abigail knows I jerk off. This isn’t different, really. I’m jus’ doing it while I’m also being a really great friend. What’s the problem with that?”
“Nothin,” Sam groaned, his hips thrusting upward into Sebastian’s fist. “Fuck… Seb.”
“Am I better at it than you are?” he said with a laugh.
“Fuck yeah.” He was loosing his composure second by second, deep groans leaving his throat while his hand searched for something to hold onto, fingers eventually intertwining with Sebastian’s dark locks. Sam found himself face to face with his best friend, Sam a panting mess, pupils blown out and mouth open while Sebastian looked into his eyes like this was just another Monday afternoon. As the knot in his stomach was growing impossibly tight, Sam captured Sebastian’s lips in a sloppy kiss full of tongue, just for a second, pulling back when Seb’s hand shifted focus to his leaky tip, precum slicking up his pink head and leading the knot in his stomach to unwravel. Seb, having sensed it, had pulled Sam’s shirt up to his chest and continued to stroke wildly while aiming at Sam’s pale stomach peppered with light brown hairs. Sam had come all over himself, Sebastian continuing to stroke the full orgasm out of him until little dribbles of hot white cum slid down his shaft. He’d pulled back and leaned away, settling into the couch as Sam caught his breath.
“Let me know if that helps.”
It hadn’t. Not with quelling Sam’s sex drive, at least. He went home replaying the events over and over in his head, couldn’t look Sebastian in the eye for weeks, and it took even longer with Abigail. Finally, Sebastian had cornered him in his bedroom and interrogated him on his weird behavior. Sebastian had figured that maybe Sam regretted it, but the blond had bashfully admitted that he didn’t. He couldn’t figure out what he felt about the whole thing, but he knew that he couldn’t stop thinking about it and his cock would usually throb to the idea. Sebastian had consoled him, talked him through whatever pangs of guilt were plaguing him, and jerked him off again.
This arrangement lasted months. When Sebastian and Abigail finally called their relationship off, Sam noticed a shift in Sebastian. He’d ask Sam to hang out almost every night, not beating around the bush for too long before wrapping his hand around Sam’s length and not letting go until his palm was sticky with his friend’s cum. One night, after a full week of this little routine, Sam was walking home. He’d stopped on a dime, turning back to the mountains and heading back down to Sebastian’s room only to find him in bed, rubbing his cock with his hand still stained with Sam’s jizz.
“Whatcha doin’?” Sam asked, causing Sebastian to jump as he looked over at his friend. Sam didn’t wait for an answer, locking the door behind him and sitting next to Seb amongst his dark blankets. “Need help?” Sebastian had gone slack-jawed, leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head so he could look at Sam as he jerked his cock. It was longer than Sam’s, but maybe not as girthy. The pulsing of blood underneath the pale skin was clear, his tip flushed bright pink as Sam stroked along it, pretending it was his own cock. In all honesty, it had been a while since he’d had to resort to masturbation, and he worried he’d been losing his touch. Sebastian reached down only a couple minutes later, though, tugging Sam closer to his dick by his messy blond strands of hair. Without warning, Sebastian’s length pulsed and shot a thick white rope over Sam’s face. He’d jumped back a bit and Sebastian only laughed as he continued to orgasm, Sam’s hand still stroking him so as to not ruin the experience.
Once the barrier was broken down, the boys became even closer. They’d find porn to look at together, jerk themselves off as they sat close on the couch, eventually reaching over to service their best friend. Sebastian had insisted Sam sleep in his bed when he spent the night, and they’d practically fall asleep doing the same thing, snuggled into one another as they did so. Sam had been horny since puberty, but being spurred on by Sebastian made him even worse. All he could think about half the time was his next orgasm, and whose hand it would be at. Usually the answer was Sebastian.
As he laid in the black-haired man’s bed, Sebastian busy trying to pull up a video on his phone as they lay together, both just wearing boxers, Sam huffed and tucked his head against the crook of Seb’s neck. “Hmm?” Seb asked absentmindedly.
“I’ve been thinking about that farmer lately.”
“What about her?”
“Fucking her, mostly,” Sam chuckled. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
“I’m shocked.”
“You act like you haven’t seen her body.”
“I’ve seen it. I’ve thought about it.”
“You’ve thought about it with me?” Sam feigned surprise, shooting Sebastian his sad puppy dog expression.
“Yeah.” Seb pressed his palm to Sam’s face, pushing him away playfully, but Sam returned right back to his side. “If it’s bothering you, maybe you should invite her over.”
“Invite her over for what?” Sam asked with a skeptical eyebrow raise. Sebastian only gave him a pointed look. “‘Hey, Y/n, wanna come over and get spitroasted by my friend and I?”
“Maybe she’d say yes.”
“Maybe she’d slap me in the fucking face.”
“Well, are you into that?”
Sam groaned. Sebastian was no good at girl advice. The two of them were older now. Still in their early-twenties, but older than they were when they first started this little arrangement. Sam hadn’t wanted commitment back then, which had gotten him here in the first place, but he hadn’t stopped to reconsider the subject since. The thought of returning back to a boring old platonic relationship with his best friend was enough to turn him off it completely, leaving him again only with the choice of finding someone here who was okay with a hookup. You were newer to the town, fresh off a crazy life in the city. Maybe you were his best hope.
“I’m not gonna pitch the threesome… but I’ll invite her over to hang out,” Sam conceded.
The faint wet sounds of a couple making out started playing through Sebastian’s phone as he’d settled on a video for the two of them to watch. Finally satisfied, Sebastian’s hand snaked into Sam’s boxers to find his half-hard dick awaiting. “Sure, whatever makes you happy. Now grab my dick.” Sam had chuckled dryly, reaching across to trail his hand down Sebastian’s body and stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers while Seb gave him a wet kiss before returning his attention to the video.
That conversation had brought them to tonight. You’ll be on your way any second and Sam can’t help but feel nervous as he paces around Sebastian’s room. He’d already tried to get Sam to relax to no avail. “What exactly did you say to her?”
Sam sighs. “I told her she looked great, and I asked if she’d come hang out so I could look at her more tonight.”
“Cheesy as fuck,” Seb scoffs.
“I was hoping that would be enough for her to get the hint without having to say it.”
“I feel like you just made me out to be the third wheel.”
Sebastian is sat on the wooden floor, back against his mattress. Sam sneaks his way onto the bed and lets either leg rest against his friend’s shoulders, fingers tangling into Seb’s hair to gently massage at his scalp. “‘Course not. Unless you’re into that.”
The creak of the boards comprising the staircase outside Sebastian’s door alert them to your arrival. You knock, opening the door slow and peaking in to see the two men staring expectantly, Sam with a big smile and Sebastian with an indifferent nod. You let yourself in, closing the door gently behind you and taking a spot on the couch. Sam practically skips over, squeezing in to your side. “Hi pretty girl.” He lays an arm over the couch behind you.
“Hey, guys,” you reply, a rosy blush spread over your cheeks as you look between Sam and Sebastian who is still settled on the floor next to his bed. “What are you up to?”
“Just waiting for you.” It was true, and Sam couldn’t be bothered to lie. “What do you wanna do?”
You shrug. “I don’t know, we could play something? Watch a movie, maybe? Whatever you guys usually do.”
Sam sneaks a look at Sebastian who’s smirking to himself while he fights back a laugh himself. “Movie works, yeah, Seb?”
He clears his throat. “Yep.” With that, he stands up and walks to the TV set up on a little stand against the wall, digging through the cases of movies stacked in the shelves underneath as he searches for whatever title he’s looking for.
“TV’s kinda far away, huh? Let’s sit on the bed,” Sam ushers, climbing back to his feet and holding out a hand to help you up. You hesitantly take it, allowing him to pull you to stand next to him and guide you over to the mattress covered in a fluffy black comforter. Sam takes the spot next to the pillows, moving them against the wall so you can all settle into them and get comfortable. He pats the spot next to him, in the middle of the bed, and you slowly climb up with a glance over your shoulder at Sebastian who’s throwing a DVD into the slot. He eventually takes a seat to the other side of you, closest to the TV, and starts the movie.
Sam had seen the film a few years ago, and while he didn’t remember much about it, he did recall that Sebastian had watched it alone with Abigail when they were dating. He’d said he was too preoccupied with Abi’s hand down his pants for the last half of the movie to remember how it had ended. It was some rated-R romance movie with a nudity warning. Sebastian had put it on not long after he saw it with Abi and they’d both missed the ending again as the content had seemingly struck Seb with the same inspiration, and Sam had cum all over the sheets the three of you sit on now, and the cleanup had lasted through the rest of the film. Whatever the fuck this movie was about seemed to turn people on, and Sam bit back a grin as he realized how overt Seb’s motive was, and how oblivious you were to it.
The first sex scene is only about half an hour in, and while the video doesn’t show much, it’s full of dirty talking and moans and Sam feels himself twitching below his jeans. Stealing a glance over, he notices that your hands are folded in your lap, fingers clenched together, teeth bit tight over your bottom lip, eyes wide. Sam laughs to himself and you snap your attention back to him, your first instinct to look embarrassed. You quickly correct to match him, letting out a little giggle as if amused by the situation at hand, nestled between two of your guy friends while you all watch a movie whose plot ultimately revolves around sex. You’re so cute when you pretend you’re not affected by it. Sam wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into him so your back rests over his side. Sebastian eventually moves over, taking the space you’d once occupied and closing the gap.
More plot goes by, and Sam begins to grow a little bored with the strife between the “couple.” Seb seemingly does too, yawning dramatically and leaning in more until his head rests on your side, face almost nuzzled into your stomach. Sam squeezes you and you look back, a half-hearted smile being sent his way. “You look so pretty,” Sam says quietly. You laugh and shake your head, turning away, but he uses his free hand to pull your chin back to look at him. “Really. I should’ve sat on the other side of the bed because I can’t focus on the movie when you’re right in front of me.”
“I can switch spots with you,” you offer with a laugh.
“No, thanks. Wouldn’t change it if I could. I just… I wanna kiss you.”
You look down at Seb, his chest rising and falling steadily as if he’s asleep, or nearly so. Looking back, you say, “I can’t, not with him. That’s… I don’t know, it seems weird.”
“He’s fine,” Sam insists, reaching further behind you to ruffle the man’s black hair. “Yeah, Seb?”
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles, voice gravely. His eyes remain closed.
“See? It’s all good.” You’re clearly hesitant, and Sam truthfully doesn’t blame you. But he needs to kiss you. For himself, for Sebastian, for the plan. “So… can I kiss you?”
A long pause. Finally, you nod, slow and careful like you’re still not sure but you can’t find any other answer. Sam doesn’t waste much more time, holding the side of your face and leaning forward until your plush lips meet his. Sam wants so badly to push forward, force his tongue into your mouth and really taste you, but he holds himself back. Instead, he pulls away after a few seconds with a gentle suck of your bottom lip. You look up at him through your lashes and his thumb strokes over your cheek. “Good girl,” he smiles before letting go and pulling you closer to his chest. The movement forces Sebastian to adjust and he wraps an arm loosely over your thighs as he does so. You don’t acknowledge it, turning your attention back to the TV as another steamy scene begins.
Sam takes advantage of it, letting his fingers rub soothing circles over your stomach. Slowly, as the scene progresses, he inches higher and higher until his palm is basically over your breast and you don’t even seem to notice. His thumb grazes over your clothed nipple and only now do you jump, startled. “Sam!” you whisper sharply.
“Sorry,” he responds as if it were a simple accident. He pulls his hand back but uses the other to push Sebastian off you. Sam gets you turned so your shoulder is against his chest now, knees bent as you sit sideways between Sam’s thighs. Sebastian shoots Sam a glare behind your back, groggily pulling himself back up to sit against the wall with right leg pressed against Sam’s left. Slowly, Sam leaves a gentle kiss to your temple, peppering them along the side of your face until you turn to look at him. He doesn’t give you an opportunity to argue, capturing your mouth in a kiss as innocent as the first.
He doesn’t pull away this time, though. Instead, he leans further into you when you try to sit back, and he knows the energy has shifted. His desperation and desire is seeping into his motions, hasty in keeping your mouth busy with his own. His tongue drags along your bottom lip and you part your mouth slightly, allowing Sam to jump on the opportunity to slide it through and explore your mouth. You taste good, your spit covering his tongue. His jaw opens while his palm falls to the side of your face again to hold you in place and tangle his tongue with yours. He can feel the subtle pull on the fabric of your shirt as Sebastian drags his nails up and down your back to comfort you. Sam wonders if you think he’s doing it, given your lack of reaction.
You press both your palms to Sam’s chest to pull away. “Sam, I really don’t want to make Sebastian feel weird.” You send the man an apologetic, bashful smile before turning your attention back to the blond.
“He’s okay with it, really. Maybe he feels a little left out, though.”
Your brows furrow and you look back at Sebastian in search of clarification, but the black-haired man greets your gaze with a more overt rub of your back and you finally put the pieces together. “Not my style to come onto you like Sam does, but I think you’re pretty, too.”
“Why don’t you kiss him?” Sam suggests, letting his grip on you go so you can turn yourself toward Sebastian instead of looking awkwardly over your shoulder at him.
“I don’t-” you begin, but Seb is already leaning closer, sure to keep eye contact with you until he’s only an inch from your face. You lean in just the slightest but it’s enough for Sebastian and he closes the distance, setting one long kiss to your lips as you’re practically frozen. He pulls away and smiles sheepishly. Sam smirks. Sebastian isn’t sheepish about much revolving these situations, and his act is clear as day to Sam.
“Good girl,” Sam affirms you again, ignoring the facade Sebastian is weaving for you. “Wanna kiss again?”
“Which one?” you ask, so quiet he can barely hear you over the grunts coming from the TV.
Sam shrugs. “You can pick.”
You move back toward Sam and his heart jumps, eagerly running his hands down your body to settle on your waist as you kneel in front of him and lean down. You let him close the distance and he does so immediately, excited that you’re not running away and excited at the knowledge that you picked him. He twists his fingers into your hair and holds you close, opening his mouth a little more with every kiss until his tongue has slipped past your lips again and tangles with your own. Wet licks and sucking fill his ears and he’s growing harder, wishing you would take a hand holding you up off his thigh and move it over just a few inches.
You sit back for air after a few minutes and Sam begrudgingly ushers you back to Sebastian. “Thank our host, ‘kay?” You do so without much hesitation and Sebastian follows Sam’s move, a bit slower than he had, taking his time in deepening the kiss. Watching the two of you doesn’t give Sam any break as he had hoped, only wanting more to grab his cock and stroke it to relieve some of the tension building up in his body. Instead, Sam sits up enough to tug his t-shirt over his head and throw it off the side of the mattress, palming himself while you’re occupied with Sebastian.
When you break away, you look to Sam expectantly as if intending to return to his lap. Instead, Sam tells Seb, “Take your shirt off.” You watch Sebastian carefully, taking a moment to study the torsos of both men in front of you. Sam’s got definition, but he knows he eats too much pizza to look as toned as he wants to. Sebastian on the other hand is skinny so the muscle he does have is way more prominent. Sam blames the cigarettes on the lack of appetite when he gets jealous of Seb’s effortless physique. “Looks like it’s your turn,” Sam finally says to you, eyeing your shirt. You don’t move, gnawing at your bottom lip as you look between the two. “Need help?”
“No, it’s fine,” you quickly brush off, tugging at the bottom hem and dragging it past your stomach, past your breasts to show off a simple white bra with a touch of lace, and finally drop the fabric to the side.
“So pretty, huh, Seb?”
“So pretty,” he coos, tracing fingertips up your ribs.
“Don’t you think it’s kind of unfair, though? She still has a bra on. We’re naked above the waist.”
Sebastian nods, brazenly staring at the curve of your tits. “Yeah, that is kind of fucked up.”
“Bra, too, baby.” Sam can tell you want to object, but you do it anyway. Like something is driving you to push it further and you don’t want to pass up the opportunity. You reach behind your back to unhook the clasp before pulling both straps down your arms, keeping the cups pressed to your chest until you finally work up the courage to let them fall. Your face is flush with embarrassment, exposed to your two friends like this, but it only adds to Sam’s erection.
He stands, making way for you to lay down along the length of the mattress with a plush pillow propped under your head. Sam and Seb lay down on either side of you, Sam stealing a few kisses as Sebastian runs his hand over your stomach up to your breasts, playing with your skin and flicking over your nipple. Sam can hear when Sebastian’s tongue takes the place of his finger, not only by the warm wet suck over your chest, but also by the moan that falls deep from your throat and is muffled in Sam’s mouth. Sam takes his opportunity to play with your other nipple as he kisses you, until finally leaving a line down your neck as his mouth makes his way to join Seb. As the two men suck each nipple, they exchange smug grins, your head tilted back in pleasure. Sam grabs Sebastian’s cheek delicately, guiding him over your chest to meet him halfway in a kiss. A little gasp comes from above and Sam lets Seb go, instead following him over to your left nipple and letting his tongue gloss over it and mingle with Seb’s in the process. Fuck, there’s something about kissing his best friend, something usually isolated to when he’s on the brink of orgasm, with your tit in their mouths that had him humping into the bed, desperate for friction along the underside of his cock. Your inability to hide your surprise only adds a voyeristic desire to push it further.
Maybe Sebastian feels the same way. He props himself up next to you, giving you a sloppy kiss not unlike the work he’s done on your chest, pulling away and speaking quietly in your ear. You nod slowly, sitting up and staring at Sam. “Take your pants off, bud,” Seb orders with a smirk.
Sam doesn’t wait for you to interject, or for Seb to change his mind. He stands, pulling off his jeans and patterned boxers, letting them fall to the ground. His cock is fully erect as he settles between the gap you two have left on the bed. Sebastian has seen Sam’s cock so often that he’s no longer all that phased by it. You, understandably, are staring at it as you take it in. Sebastian beckons you to move in closer and you crawl hesitantly to Sam’s lap, hand wrapping around his length while your eyes are trained to his. Sam puts his palm to the back of your head to position you closer, kissing you before letting go and allowing you to settle in, face so close to his shaft. “Need help, babe?” Sam asks again as he watches you, unmoving as you shamelessly stare at his cock resting over his lower stomach. You glance up while he uses his thumb to tilt it toward your lips, smearing the formed bead of precum over the soft, delicate skin of your mouth. “Open.”
You follow his instructions, lips parting enough for him to slide the tip through. You instinctively wrap them around the ridge of his head, tongue swirling over his sensitive skin as you tease him and soak in the taste of salty precum continuing to bead at his tip. Sebastian sits up next to Sam, watching you intently, studying the way Sam reacts to your touch as your mouth sinks further down the length of his cock. Sam’s head rolls back as he lets you work him, the feel of something besides a hand wrapped around his dick so exciting and long overdue. He lazily looks to Sebastian, temple pressed against the wall behind him. “Feelin’ left out?”
Sebastian shrugs. “I don’t mind watchin’ for a minute.”
“Wishin’ your dick was getting sucked, too, or wishing you were down on your knees next to Y/n?”
“Is that an offer?” Sebastian winks. Sam gestures down toward you, shifting his focus back on your head bobbing up and down, eager eyes staring up to his for validation.
“Feels good, baby,” he reassures you, settling his fingers into your hair at the top of your head to guide you up and down, picking up speed and pushing himself a little deeper with each thrust. The bed shifts next to him as Sebastian climbs to the other side of Sam’s lap, cupping at his balls. It looks like it throws you off a little, the added hand, but you don’t stop. Not that you have much of an option as Sam continues to take more control from you. Only when he notices Sebastian leaning in closer does he pull you off to let you catch your breath and wipe the spit from your lips. Seb doesn’t waste his opportunity as Sam holds the base of his cock, quickly taking your place and dragging his tongue over the length of Sam’s drool-covered cock. The ball-shaped piercing embedded in the man’s tongue adds a sensation Sam had never thought too hard about, but it sends a shiver up his spine as the cool metal connects with his hot skin. He chuckles as he looks at you, your eyes wide as your spot is so quickly taken. “He’ll share, babe, don’t worry.”
“C’mere,” Sebastian grumbles to you, shifting further to the side to allow you enough room to copy the motions of his tongue on Sam’s dick. You hesitantly follow, tongues lapping over one another atop Sam’s cock, occasionally getting distracted as you exchange sloppy open-mouthed kisses which Sam has to redirect you away from with his fist tangling into both heads of hair. Even though he’s not being sucked and throated like earlier, something about watching his best friend and the girl he’s fantasized over make out with his cock at the same time is really doing it for him. He imagines what it would be like to cum right now, shoot thick white ropes over both your faces as you eventually leave his cock behind to lick the mess off one another. While the thought is addicting and nearly enough to get him close, he knows it’s far too early in the night for that.
“Now I feel left out,” Sam pouts to the two as Sebastian’s tongue flicks over his tip to collect precum, almost immediately shoving it in your mouth as you tangle into another brief makeout, tongues stroking along his head each time your jaws open to go in for another wet kiss.
Sebastian pulls back just an inch, watching as you lean in more to capture his lips again, instead blocked by Sam’s dick as your tongue catches against the side of it. Your eyes finally open. “Sam wants a kiss,” Seb says with a roll of his eyes. You giggle, licking along your bottom lip to take in the collection of fluids building up on it. As you linger there, silly smile and all, Seb finally looks up at Sam. “Think she wants to keep sucking your dick.”
“T’s fine, come here,” Sam mutters to Sebastian who sits back next to him. Sam sets his fingers on the side of Seb’s face, grazing along his jawline, turning his head. They share a knowing look before opening their mouths, tongues meeting just as their lips crash together. Sam can’t look at you, but he feels you eventually start to stroke him again, suck him off slow like you’re distracted. He reaches down to absentmindedly stroke the back of your head. “Can you handle two?” he asks you through gasps of air. One of your hands moves to Sebastian’s thigh, Sam’s cock too deep in your throat to answer around it. Seb doesn’t waste time, tugging his black jeans down his legs, boxers following closely behind. When he groans into Sam’s mouth, he can tell you’ve started stroking him off, pulling off Sam’s dick to divide your attention between both men with your hands.
“Let’s make it a little easier on her,” Sam suggests, pulling himself onto his knees and taking a loose hold on Seb’s hair to direct him to follow. Their cocks, Sam’s still wet with spit, slide against one another now as they lean into each other, hands grabbing into locks of hair as they make out. You look up at them, watching as you remain crouched on the bed, hand wrapping around their shafts as you stroke the two of them together. Sam and Seb had talked about grinding against one another like this, but Sam imagines he might be disappointed if they tried later on without the assistance of your soft, careful strokes around them. Especially disappointed without the delicate licks you spread over the sides of their dicks, fighting to get between them enough to taste the mix of precum forming for you.
“You gonna fuck her or ‘m I?” Sebastian asks as Sam nips at his bottom lip.
“Think we both are, yeah?” Sam replies, looking between their bodies at you, grabbing your chin to force your gaze up. You nod, eyes wide as you stare at the two from under your lashes.
“Who’s first?”
“Are you asking to go first?”
He hums as he thinks over the offer. “No, you go first. I’ll let Y/n suck my cock for a while.”
Sam shrugs, happy to take him up on the arrangement. He positions you to lay on the bed, Seb kneeling next to your head while Sam places himself between your thighs. Despite the neglect they put you through as you pleased them, you’re wet enough to coat Sam’s tip in arousal. He slides his length through your slick folds, sure to grind against your clit. You gasp out his name as you throw your head back, so eager to move your hips in time with his. “Dirty girl,” he grins approvingly, hands raking over your soft thighs while his fingers dig into the flesh. “Wanna take my cock so bad.”
“Fuck, yeah,” you whimper. Your hands reach down to grab him in an attempt to position him at your entrance. He chuckles, obliging you as he sneaks himself inside, inch by inch. The way your cunt grips the tip of his cock makes his eyes roll back in his head, all the more eager to slip the rest of himself in until he bottoms out. Sam grabs your legs, propping them up against his torso, knees bent around his shoulders as he leans in, effectively tightening you up even more. Now that you’ve adjusted to him, Sebastian is greedily nudging his cock to your lips to part them enough to slip in. You moan and mumble around his thick dick as Sam begins thrusting in and out while his hands roam freely over your body.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he groans, half to Sebastian and half to himself.
He attaches his thumb to your swollen nub, rubbing circles into it. His hips angle upward to hit that sweet spot inside you as he grinds himself into your sweet cunt. If he didn’t feel good enough from the physical sensations your body is providing him, watching you drool around Sebastian’s cock, slack-jawed, eyelids heavy, would surely suffice. Seb grunts, “Chill, dude. You’re distracting her.”
Sam leans in, moving your legs to his sides to hover over you as he continues to fuck you. He’s in the perfect spot to take over your responsibilities and let you feel good. Sam opens his mouth, Sebastian redirecting his leaky tip to the blond’s tongue without a second thought. Sam bobs his head in time with his hips, the thick head slipping toward his throat as Sebastian tangles his hand into Sam’s wild hair, holding him down at random to gag on his length. You moan underneath them, fingers scratching along Sam’s back. “You’re both so good at sucking my cock,” Seb praises, brushing his thumb over Sam’s cheek.
“Who looks cuter doin’ it?” Sam challenges, to which he receives an apologetic shrug. “Fair enough.”
You push yourself up just a little, enough to reach Sebastian again. He holds himself between you two, allowing you to share him like you and Seb had shared Sam earlier. He’s not sure whether he likes being on the receiving end or the giving end better. Sam can feel himself approaching the edge all too soon, not ready to sit out and let Seb have all the fun. Your pussy clenches around him as your body collapses back to lay flat on the bed, fingers twisted into the sheets as you moan their names, “Cum for us, baby. Wanna see how much you like it. Gotta make sure you’re having fun,” he mumbles in your ear, speeding up his pace and shooing Sebastian off so he can focus in on helping you reach your orgasm. As it comes, Sam fights himself to not join in, though he’s not sure how he finds the will with the way your cunt sucks him in and holds tight around him. “Good girl,” he coos when you begin to come down, chest heaving with the excitement.
“My turn?” Seb questions.
“He hasn’t cum yet,” you mutter between gaspy panting.
“If Sam was gonna let himself cum, he would’ve already filled you with it.” Fuck Sebastian, he thinks he’s learned everything about Sam just because he’s jerked him off for years. And yeah, he’s right, but he just can’t let Sam seem mysterious.
Sam slides out of you, immediately missing the warm pressure your cunt provides. He helps you sit up before Sebastian tilts you onto your hands and knees while he stands on the side of the bed and teases you with his cock, much like Sam had. He bets it must feel so much wetter now with your cum leaking down your thighs. Fuck, even in the dim lighting of Sebastian’s basement room, he can see it glistening across your skin. Sam makes himself comfortable sitting against the wall on the bed next to you, stroking himself as you keep your eyes locked on him, Seb slowly entering you from behind. He watches your expression twist with pleasure, jaw dropping open as he fits his cock in, eyebrows drawing in as you moan out for Seb. Of course he’d rather be fucking you, but watching you get fucked is so good that his cock is throbbing in his grasp, aching for you. He wants you to relax, though, focus on taking Seb and feeling the deep angle he’s achieving, nudging so close to your cervix. “Feel good, baby?” he asks, brushing hair from your face. You nod fervently.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Seb chimes in, letting his hand swat at your ass as his hipbones smack against the backs of your thighs. “Damn, I dunno how you didn’t cum in her, Sam.”
“Was fuckin’ hard,” he assures.
“Make your mouth useful and suck him off,” Sebastian demands of you. You start to tilt toward Sam, but he quickly interrupts.
“I’ll move for ya, don’t worry.” He shifts over enough to lay his thighs on either side of your elbows, your head naturally falling to his lap. You take it in, already pushing him close to orgasm as his dick eagerly accepts stimulation from a source besides his hand. Seb continues to pound into you, forcing you to dig your palms into the mattress to brace yourself as you focus on Sam. He pets your hair in an attempt to make up for Seb’s brashness. The way you suck him, the way your throat closes around the tip of his cock as you swallow and gasp around his length—Yoba, he’s addicted to the feeling of it. His fingers grab at the roots of your hair more aggressively than he intends but he’s too far gone to hold back. “Your mouth is fuckin’ amazing, babe. Doin’ so good takin’ my cock down your throat while you’re getting stuffed by Seb. So good at letting us use our slut.”
“Gonna cum down her throat?” Sebastian grunts from behind you.
Sam nods, gulping down a whimper as your tongue swirls around his tip. “Don’t move,” he tells you, grabbing the sides of your face to hold you just above his dick. “Open wide, sweetheart.” You listen so good, sticking your tongue out to graze along Sam’s head as he frantically strokes himself to you getting pounded in front of him. Sebastian aids him, gripping at your hair to keep your neck craned for the blond. “You’re so pretty when you’re waiting for my cum,” Sam coos between quick breaths, hips starting to buck as he feels himself approaching his release. “Lips all swollen from bein’ a good slut. Shoulda told me you were such a good toy and we coulda fucked you a long time ago. Ready t’ take my cum?” You nod as best you can, moaning with your mouth wide. Just before the first spurt of cum shoots from his red tip, he positions it to your mouth and watches as it hits the roof of it before puddling on your tongue. The process repeats as he lets rope after rope go, some of it overshooting your awaiting mouth to cover your cheek or run down your chin. You patiently wait for him to stroke himself dry, slapping his length on your lips and smirking down at you. You show off the full mouth of cum before closing and swallowing. Sam grabs your chin, thumb tugging at your bottom lip and you open to show off your emptied mouth, swallowing it down without complaint. “Such a good girl,” he gushes.
Sebastian pulls out as you’ve finished Sam off, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling you to sit on his lap, back facing him. You rock your hips on his cock and he takes a second to admire your ass before pulling your back flush to his chest. Sam gets back on his feet to stand in front of you and the two boys work together to pull your feet up, knees bent to your chest, heels pressed to Sebastian’s spread knees. Sam watches now, Seb’s hands tight around your waist, your thighs spread wide, Seb’s cock fucking into your little cunt. He can’t help himself from taking a knee there, placing his hands over Seb’s, and licking from the base of Seb’s dick all the way up to your clit in a solid line. He can taste precum even through your arousal and remnants of your cum from Sam’s turn with your pussy, and fuck, that has to be the best thing he’s ever tasted. He continues the motions, earning higher-pitched moans from both of you.
“Enjoying yourself, babe?” Sebastian mumbles in your ear, pairing it with tender, wet kisses to the side of your neck.
“Mm-hmmm,” you quickly answer, one hand snaking down your torso to fall into Sam’s hair, keeping him in place.
“Gonna cum on my cock? Cum all over Sam’s face while he helps us?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good girl. Cum all over us, princess.” Sam focuses his attacks to your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge, your sweet little gasps and moans urging him to keep going until your hips are bucking wildly against the men. Sam spreads his attention back to cover Seb, set on helping him cum inside you as your pussy spasms around his length. He pulls his hand back from your waist to replace it over Sam’s, giving it a tight squeeze as he twitches under Sam’s tongue. Seb stills after a moment and Sam nearly pulls away until he catches a taste of cum, opening his eyes to watch it slip out of you and down Sebastian’s cock. Sam does his best to clean it up, basking in the raw sexual taste of your cum mixed together as you two work to catch your breath.
Having come down, you shift in Seb’s lap and the motion allows his cock to pop out, followed by another much larger gush of cum spilling from your pussy that gathers along Seb’s sticky cock. Sam takes it in his mouth, stealing a few deep sucks over the length of it as cum continues to leak out of your used hole. Just before you climb off, Sam takes a few passes at it to help manage the obscene wetness between your thighs.
The three of you slowly separate, ending up collapsed on the bed with you in the middle. Sam reaches across you to pull Seb in, effectively forming a cuddle puddle as he pulls your head into the crook of his neck and strokes your hair. “You did so good,” he reassures. “Did y’ have fun?”
You nod into him. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting all of this to happen tonight.”
“Sorry, guess I should’ve warned you.”
“You wanna stay over?” Seb asks.
“Yeah. I don’t think I can walk,” you joke.
“Tha’s fine,” he mumbles, sitting up to pull the soft comforter from the end of the bed up and over the three of you. He returns to spoon you and Sam can feel his thumb running over your nipple absentmindedly as he nuzzles into you. Sam settles in, flipping the light of the lamp off next to him and turning on a quiet television show to lull him to sleep. “Since Sam won’t, I’ll warn you this time,” Seb mutters sleepily. “You won’t be getting a lot of sleep laying naked between us.”
“I don’t mind,” you giggle.
Sam presses a kiss to your lips, exchanging a glance over your shoulder with Seb. Maybe they’ve finally found a keeper.