Five years with someone can make even the best sex seem stale. In this gay erotic fiction story, Arty tries to mix things up at the request of his boyfriend.
After five years together I wouldn’t say that sex with Arty had become boring but there was a certain predictability to it. A routine you might say. Rather than making time for it, it had become a thing we fit into our daily schedule. If there was time between getting home from work and dinner, or if we still had the energy after dinner and a couple of chores were finished in the evening.
Don’t get me wrong, the sex is still great. I doubt we would’ve lasted five years if Arty didn’t make me cum harder than anyone had in my life, myself included. But there isn’t as much of it and it’s pretty similar most of the time. One of us kisses the other, if the reaction is positive we ramp things up until we head to the bedroom and inevitably I end up with my legs on Arty’s shoulders while he breeds me and I paint my belly with my load. We still both fall back onto the bed panting and satisfied, but I couldn’t tell you the last time I topped or even just got a random blow job.
“I get it, babe,” Arty said after I brought it up last week. Then he paused thoughtfully. I gave him the time to think.
Arty then slid a little closer to me on the couch and reached toward the waistband of my pants.
“I didn’t bring it up as a way of asking for head Arty.” I sighed, but smiled as I gently stopped the progress of his hand.
“Alright. Can I have a day to think about it?”
“Of course.” I stood from the couch. “Top up?”
Arty handed me his wine glass and I walked to the kitchen, silently congratulating myself on finally bringing the issue up.
The next morning I woke up and Arty had already left for work. This wasn’t unusual, with the amount of days I spent working from home. I walked into the kitchen, my hole twitching from last night’s action, which had no doubt been spurred on by me opening the conversation up.
On the kitchen bench, next to a plate with a muffin from my favourite bakery was an envelope with my name on it. I sat on the kitchen stool, opened it and slid the piece of paper out from within.
Five years in love with you has been bliss
But I know there are things that I often miss
You told me your feelings and you took a stand
As always you’re right so I made us a plan
Tomorrow is our anniversary day
So I’ve got something special for Saturday
Keep yourself free for the night and make space
For Sunday morning too, just in case
I smiled broadly as I read his poem. Arty didn’t write as often as he used to, but he knew I loved it. I forgave him the simplicity of it, considering he probably wrote it early this morning. The thought was there. As I brewed my morning coffee and ate my delicious muffin I thought about what he had planned for Saturday. If I had to keep Sunday morning free it must be something big.
After finishing my muffin and my coffee I slipped down off the stool and walked into the study. I saw Arty’s laptop on his desk and was tempted to see if there was any evidence of bookings in his search history, but decided against it. If he was leaving it as a surprise, I didn’t want to spoil it.
I turned to my own desk and saw that my laptop was already open. I was sure I had closed it the day before. Maybe I hadn’t, or maybe Arty had used mine for some reason. That made the temptation to hunt for clues even stronger, but I kept my will and logged into the work portal.
Being Friday it was a slow day. Usually on days like this I would pass the time by slowly edging my dick below the desk, with a porn tab open on my second screen. Or I would work quickly to finish my work and allow myself time for an extended lunch break, featuring a long jerk off session. Today I avoided temptation, hoping that Arty’s plans would be made even more fun by a little build up.
“Did you enjoy your muffin babe?” I heard Arty’s voice before I realised he had entered the room. With my headphones in, I rarely heard his entrance. I slipped them out and turned to him, smiling.
“I did. Thank you.” Rising from my chair I walked to him, planted a firm kiss on his lips and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I can’t wait to celebrate with you tomorrow night.” The smile that spread across Arty’s face was broad, the glint in his eyes giving away that the surprise definitely included some sexual content.
Later that night, as we ate dinner in front of the TV, I could feel a little excitement from Arty. After so many years I could see the signs that he was proud of himself for what he had come up with. I stopped myself from asking for more information, and even stopped myself from trying to sneakily glean little bits from him. I was determined to let the surprise be a surprise.
“I think I should get an early night,” I said as I stood from the couch, exaggerating a yawn and a stretch. “I think I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“That might not be a bad idea.” Arty grinned but stayed seated. “I’ve got one more piece to organise. I’ll be in shortly.”
I smiled in reply before walking into the bedroom. As I stripped, I checked myself in the full-length mirror, stretching and twisting my muscles. I was pretty happy with what I saw and how I felt. I was also pretty sure being limber would be a key part of tomorrow night’s activities.
Laying back on the bed, I once again ignored the growing stiffness between my legs. If Arty hadn’t planned a night of great sex I would regret leaving it alone, but if there was no big sexual gesture tomorrow night I would have bigger problems to deal with than missing out on a wank.
As we pottered around the house Saturday, completing our usual weekend housework tasks, Arty had dropped hints occasionally, including that a car would come and pick us up at 6:00pm.
At 5:00pm, I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and found my boyfriend sitting on the bed. “So, what should I be wearing for our big night?” I asked.
Arty made a show of taking some thinking time. “Dressy, but comfortable.”
“That’s all I’m getting? Are we talking 5-star restaurant?”
Arty shook his head.
“Cocktail bar?”
Another shake.
“McDonald’s and a movie?” I laughed.
Arty tapped his chin before getting up and opening the wardrobe. He pulled out a pair of black jeans, one of my Ralph Lauren polos and a pair of dress sneakers. “There we go.” He laid them out and then stepped over to me and spoke softly into my ear. “How much you wear underneath is up to you.” He quickly spun back to the wardrobe and picked out his own, similar outfit.
I took a moment to consider the hint. He had chosen a good combination but now I had to decide what to add, if anything. I had a couple of jock straps that would frame my arse perfectly. But that would give off pure bottom energy and I was keen to drop my own hint to Arty, that I was still happy to be vers.
I smiled and dropped mt towel to the floor. I turned to face Arty before picking the clothes up from the bed. I wanted him to see my cut cock hanging and know that I had taken time in the shower to trim and shave the area. I also wanted him to see how full my balls were. He didn’t know I had avoided emptying them yesterday, but to me they felt large and hanging between my legs, and I hoped he noticed the same. The view elicited a grin from him and he removed his own t-shirt and shorts.
I watched him slide a pair of his Aussie Bum briefs up his legs over his thick, intact cock. He allowed me a moment to admire how perfectly they hugged his package before putting his jeans on. He glanced at me as I picked up my jeans, watching me slide them on without any underwear underneath. My dick twitched a little as he looked at it, before I slowly slid the zipper up and did the button. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows before sliding the polo shirt over my head and sitting on the bed to add my socks and shoes to complete the outfit.
As I stood again, I noticed him adjusting himself in his jeans before tying his own shoelaces.
“Ready to go?” I turned away from Arty and made a show of bending to check my shoes, hoping the movement would make the denim hug my arse and might make the shirt ride just enough to remind him that that denim was the only thing separating him from me.
“I sure am.” Arty stepped forward and gave me a light tap on my arse. I straightened up and he wrapped a hand around my waist, kissing me gently on the lips before picking up his shoulder bag and leading the way from the bedroom.
After passing my favourite steak restaurant, and the exciting new cocktail bar that I had mentioned more than once to Arty, our car stopped outside Fervour, a basic bar that shared an entrance with the Hepworth Hotel. I’d never been into Fervour. It never really appealed to me. You could get a vodka soda at any bar in the city. I had never been drawn in by the generic furniture, lighting and menu of this place. But Arty led the way and I followed.
We found a table and he walked quickly to the bar to order a drink. I looked around. Even at 6:30pm on a Saturday night there wasn’t much of a crowd in here. There certainly wasn’t any developing atmosphere. The staff all wore the same generic uniform, navy trousers, white shirt, maroon vest. The same as the staff of the hotel.
Arty returned and put a drink down in front of me.
“Here’s one for you babe. I’ve got to duck to the bathroom first, then I’ll be back with mine.”
I raised an eyebrow as he walked away, wondering why he hadn’t just bought a drink for himself to come back to. How long was he planning on being in the bathroom?
I took a sip and looked around again. As I scanned the venue I spotted Arty, talking to one of the wait staff who gestured back into the foyer. Arty nodded before looking around and turning toward the bathrooms, leaving me to wait with my drink.
I took the last sip of my drink and Arty still hadn’t returned. Now I was starting to get suspicious. I put my empty glass down and the waiter he had talked to immediately walked over to the table. He placed a card in front of me.
“Sir, you have been requested in room 2130.” The waiter smiled before picking up my glass and walking away.
I grinned, with both surprise and relief. Picking up the card, I slid off the stool and walked into the foyer, heading directly to the elevators. Inside, I tapped the card and pressed number 21. The doors closed and my ascent began.
When the doors opened I quickly found 2130. The do not disturb sign was hanging from the door handle. I grinned and tapped my card, turned the handle and pushed.
I immediately noticed the floor to ceiling windows showcasing the full view of the city directly opposite me as I walked in. The lights in the room were dim and I spotted Arty sitting on a chair by the window, a bottle of champagne in his hand.
“Happy anniversary babe.” Arty popped the cork and poured two glasses as I walked over to him. He stood and handed me one with a proud smile on his face.
“Happy anniversary.” I clinked our glasses together and took a large sip before leaning forward and kissing Arty hard. Our tongues immediately fought for space as he moved to press our bodies together. Our free hands wrapped around each other, holding tight as we made out. I felt my dick rise in my jeans immediately and felt Arty’s growing erection pressed against mine. We stayed locked together for a while before I broke our kiss and put my glass down. I looked over to the bed and turned to move towards it.
Arty reached a hand out and grabbed my hip, halting my progress.
“Relax babe. We don’t have to jump into that yet. I’ve got some room service coming first.” He guided me back to the seats by the window and topped up our glasses.
We sat and smiled across at each other. I could feel my dick still straining at my jeans.
“Are you sure you’ve already ordered?” I asked, spreading my legs slightly. “You can’t delay it?”
Arty grinned and opened his mouth, but a knock at the door interrupted him. “I don’t think I can delay it babe.” Arty stood from his chair and my eyes fell immediately to the bulge in his jeans. He did little to conceal or adjust it as he walked to the door and opened it.
A young man entered, pushing a trolley in front of him. He was tall, blonde and better-looking than any of the staff in the bar downstairs. He moved the trolley toward the table and smiled at me as he stood behind it and glanced over my body. I did the same, noticing the way his body filled out his shirt and trousers. I also noticed that those items were different to the ones worn by the staff in the bar. Instead of the blue and maroon combination, this waiter wore black trousers and a lavender coloured shirt. I’d seen places where different levels of staff wore different uniforms but they were usually at least close to the colour scheme of each other.
Arty sat opposite me again and then the waiter lifted the lid from the trays on the trolley. My eyes fell on the dishes presented to us. French pate, calamari, a beef salad and a decadent chocolate cake. My mouth watered and for a moment I forgot about how aroused I had just been.
“Thank you.” I said, looking up at the waiter.
“You’re welcome. My name is Toby, I’ll be your server tonight. What would you like to start with?” His smile was broad.
I looked over at Arty.
“He’s staying.” Arty glanced at the waiter and smiled. “To serve us. I want to spoil you.”
I blushed a little, not used to being waited on, or spoiled. I took another sip of my champagne before looking back to Toby. “I’ll start with the pate please.”
“Certainly.” Toby moved around the trolley, picked up the tray of pate and placed it on the table between Arty and I.
“Could you top up our drinks too please Toby?” Arty asked.
“Of course.” Toby pulled the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured into each of our glasses before moving to stand behind the trolley again.
I glanced at him, taking a moment to adjust to having a personal waiter, before I spread some pate on a piece of bread and began eating. Arty followed suit and as I drank a little more and moved onto the next course I began to relax.
“This wasn’t what I expected, babe, I have to say.” I placed my glass down beside the plate which had been cleaned of its salad. Toby immediately moved to refill it, emptying another bottle in the process.
“I wanted to show you a great night. And show you how much I appreciate you. But there is plenty more to come.” A grin flashed across my boyfriend’s face and he glanced again toward Toby, who had now bent to open the door at the bottom of the trolley to retrieve our third bottle. I couldn’t help but follow Arty’s eyes and watch the fabric of Toby’s trousers hug his arse cheeks. I also noticed the slight bend in his back and as he squatted to reach deeper under the trolley I watched his shirt untuck to reveal the waistband of a jockstrap and just a hint of the crevice between his cheeks. My dick twitched in my jeans and I looked over at Arty who grinned and winked at me as Toby filled our glasses.
“Ready for dessert gentlemen?” Toby smiled as he stood at the trolley again.
“Yes we are Toby.” Arty shifted back from the table a little. “But that chocolate cake is far too large for us. Why don’t you join us?”
“Are you sure sir?” Toby smiled and glanced between us.
“I insist.” Arty stood and moved an extra chair toward the table. “Don’t you agree babe?”
“Yes. You should join us Toby.”
“As you wish.” Toby moved the cake onto the table.
“And I think the cake goes better with the whiskey I ordered,” Arty said.
“I agree.” Toby squatted to reach under the trolley again. Arty and I both watched his shirt lift to reveal his smooth skin and that teasing waistband again.
“Pour yourself a glass as well.” I suggested as Toby straightened and opened the bottle.
“Very well.” Toby poured three glasses before sitting.
The three of us slowly ate cake and sipped whiskey. We sat quietly, our eyes darting around. Each time I made eye contact with Arty he smiled and nodded slightly, occasionally in confirmation and occasionally towards Toby. Whenever I looked at Toby I noticed his eyes wandering over my body, pausing occasionally at my crotch where I was having less and less control. I avoided looking down at myself, not wanting to see how much I was giving away.
Arty shifted in his chair and I could see that he was in a similar predicament to me. However, he was doing less to hide it and I wondered if the bulge in his jeans was as obvious as the one in mine. For a moment I regretted not wearing underwear.
Arty and Toby insisted I take the last bite of cake and I obliged before draining the last of my whiskey from the glass. The three of us sat back in our chairs and let out a satisfied breath.
Toby stood up and collected the plates and glasses from the table. As he did so, Arty glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. I raised my own and cocked my head. I had an idea of what he was trying to communicate, but I wanted to be sure. Arty responded by smiling and nodding toward Toby, his eyes darting toward the waiter’s ass filling his trousers as he bent to return the bottle of whiskey.
That confirmed my suspicions and I quickly nodded and smiled in reply.
Arty stood as Toby returned the last of the lids onto the trolley. I followed his lead and we both stepped toward Toby.
“Is there anything else sirs?” Toby smiled, his eyes moving between us. He stood with his hands behind his back.
“Yes. I don’t think we’re done just yet.” Arty smiled and placed a hand on Toby’s hip who grinned and shifted forward slightly. Arty guided his movement until the waiter was facing me. I locked eyes with him and took a step forward. Toby did the same and then with one quick movement our lips touched. A spark and a shiver spread through my body as Toby’s lips opened and allowed space for my tongue to push in.
I took another step forward as we kissed, sliding a hand around Toby’s back and pressing our bodies together.
I felt Arty’s fingers on Toby’s hip and then felt Arty’s other hand reach forward to wrap around my lower back. He squeezed and pushed Toby and I more closely together. The waiter’s growing erection pressed against mine and a soft moan escaped my lips. My hands began to roam over his body as we made out, beginning to grind slowly against each other.
Another push came from Toby’s body and I opened my eyes to see Arty pressed up behind him. My boyfriend smiled broadly before moving his head forward to kiss at Toby’s neck. The younger man gasped, breaking our kiss as his head fell back. I moved quickly to kiss the other side of his exposed neck, reaching one of my hands out to grasp at Arty’s body. I slid my hand under his t-shirt to rub his bare skin, reaching around to his lower back to press him firmly against Toby.
My dick strained at my jeans, pressed in the space limited by the fabric and the closeness of our bodies. I could feel it leaking already, the slickness spreading on the denim.
As Toby’s hands moved over me, lifting my shirt to expose my skin and sliding slowly over my body, Arty’s hands reached between us and undid the button of my pants. He tugged them open and I breathed a sigh of relief as some of the pressure was relieved. Toby responded quickly, moving a hand down my body to grasp my now exposed cock. His fingers wrapped around the thickness and I moaned and pressed into his grip.
Arty’s hands slid around the waistband of my jeans, loosening them before pushing them down. I shifted my hips and they fell, fully exposing me. Toby, again, wasted no time, bending his knees to lower himself and quickly take my dick into his mouth.
I gasped and my head fell back as he wrapped his wet lips around my exposed head.
The waiter worked quickly, bobbing his head up and down to work the length of my cock. His tongue flicked over the head with each upward movement and his throat opened as he moved down.
I felt a hand slide around to the back of my head and I opened my eyes as Arty moved his face towards me. I smiled before he pushed his lips against mine and we made out feverishly as Toby knelt between us and sucked my dick. My hands slid down Arty’s body before I opened his jeans, quickly working to slide them down before doing the same with his briefs. I gripped his hard dick as we kissed, stroking him and feeling the slickness of his foreskin. He moaned into my mouth and I grunted into his as Toby once again took my head into his open throat.
Arty broke the kiss and our eyes met. I could see the arousal in his eyes, knowing that my pleasure was fuelling his own. I looked down at Toby, who looked up at me. I slid a hand over his cheek, slowing him down enough that I could pull back and slip my cock from his mouth. I then turned his head to face Arty.
“Fuck,” the waiter panted. “I’ve hit the jackpot with you two guys.”
The words had barely fallen from his lips before he took the entire length of Arty’s cock into his mouth. After years of sucking that dick I knew the girth presented as much of a challenge as the length, but Toby took it all with ease. My boyfriend’s eyes screwed shut and his hand clamped onto my naked hip. I wrapped an arm around his back to hold him in place as Toby worked him over. The waiter moved quickly, sliding his wet lips up and down the length. I didn’t know where to look. I wanted to watch my boyfriend’s cock disappear into the hot young man’s mouth, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the pure pleasure on Arty’s face.
I felt Toby’s hand reach back and slide up my leg. I took a step to the side to provide him better access as he reached my balls and gave them a squeeze. I shuddered before his movement continued and he wrapped his fingers around my cock, still wet from his intense sucking. He stroked me in time with the movements he made on my boyfriend and I looked down to watch him pleasure us both.
“You good babe?” Arty leant over and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck yes.” I gasped my response. “You?”
“Oh yeah.” Arty’s arm slid around my back and he pressed our sides together as Toby continued his efforts. “I think he’s a bottom too. Did you see that jock?”
“Of course I did.”
“You want first go at it?”
I groaned in response, a long shudder passing through me.
Arty kissed my neck before sliding his cock from Toby’s mouth.
Toby stood slowly, trailing his hands over Arty’s legs before facing us both. His eyes were watering slightly, from taking Arty’s dick so hard and deep, but the pleasure on his face was clear.
“You want these dicks properly?” Arty asked, running a finger around the waistband of Toby’s trousers.
“Yes sir.” The younger man’s eyes lit up.
“Get naked and get on the bed.” I ordered, deciding I would make the most of the rare opportunity to be in control.
Toby immediately let go of our dicks, speedily undid his shirt and tossed it aside. My eyes roamed his long, smooth torso as he undid his trousers and slid them down. Arty reached out and put a hand on the waiter’s chest, halting him for a moment to allow us to admire the young man we were about to share. My eyes moved to the pouch of his jockstrap, the fabric straining around the hard dick still held inside.
“Leave that on,” I said before nodding toward the bed.
Arty smiled at me as Toby walked. “I love that top energy babe.”
“You should let me let it out more often.”
Arty kissed me deeply. “Let’s see if you can walk the walk.”
We turned to the bed to see Toby on all fours. Arty moved to the head of the bed and reached into his bag. He retrieved a tube of lube before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He spoke softly to Toby as I moved into position at the foot of the bed and ran a hand over the younger man’s cheeks.
“He’s good to go bare babe.” Arty tossed me the lube. “All yours.”
I popped open the cap and squeezed some of the gel into my hand. I dropped the tube and slid a finger through the slick liquid in my palm. As I wrapped one hand around my rigid dick I slid my wet fingers over the smooth hole presented to me. Toby moaned and I felt him shudder against my fingers. His opening twitched and I pressed a digit inside. The bottom let out a slow breath and I felt him relax and take me inside him. As I slicked up my cock I worked my finger in and out of the younger man, adding a second as I felt him relax around me.
As I opened Toby up, Arty slid onto the bed. He sat against the bedhead, his legs either side of Toby’s arms. I watched my boyfriend slide a finger under the younger man’s chin and lift his head. He kissed him hard, both of them moaning as they pressed their lips and tongues together. I felt Toby’s hole grip my finger as another shudder of pleasure ran through him.
Arty broke the kiss and pulled Toby’s head up again.
“Are you ready boy?” he asked.
The waiter turned his head to look back at me. “Yes sir. Please give it to me.”
The look of near desperation on the young man’s face sent a surge of arousal through me. I shifted quickly on the bed, lining my throbbing head up with his open hole. I thrust my hips forward, feeling the slight resistance and pressing against it.
“Yes. Please.” Toby gasped, urging me forward.
I pushed again, feeling his hole give and my cock slid in. His entrance gripped me as I thrust and I felt the warmth of him take me.
A moan escaped the bottom as I pushed, but it was quickly muffled. I looked up to see Arty’s hand on the back of Toby’s head, pushing it down onto his dick. As I bottomed out inside this new man Arty grunted, doing the same with Toby’s throat.
I held still for a moment, enjoying the long-overdue feeling of being inside someone, and allowing Toby time to adjust. I was going to fuck him, and fuck him hard.
The bottom between us let out a deep breath before starting to bob on Arty’s cock. I felt his hole relax around me and I knew that was the green light. I pulled back, watching my dick slide from his hole before pushing forward again, slamming deep.
Toby moaned as I thrust, gagging on Arty’s dick at the same time.
“That’s it babe. Give it to him.” Arty’s hand was still on the back of Toby’s head but he was letting Toby do all the work. My boyfriend’s eyes locked onto mine and the pleasure present in his face was the last signal I needed to get to work.
I moved my hands down Toby’s body and gripped his hips. I looked down again to watch my cock slide from his open hole. I paused, my head just at the entrance, before I thrust hard and deep. His body stiffened as I pushed into Toby but he held his position, taking every inch. I slid out again and slammed deep, feeling his body shift and hearing him moan on Arty’s cock. My body shivered as the slick, tight hole gripped me. I held it deep for one more moment before I began to thrust hard.
I quickly found a steady rhythm, thrusting my hips and pounding Toby’s hole. The room filled quickly with the sounds of skin on skin, my hips slapping against his firm cheeks. Our grunts added to the noise, the three of us moaning in pleasure as I slammed Toby’s arse and he worked over Arty’s hard dick with his wet mouth.
“Fuck yeah babe. Fuck that hole.” Arty’s words were thick with arousal, interrupted by panting breaths.
Toby grunted, with a mouthful of thick meat, adding his approval to my hard fucking. I locked eyes with Arty again, who smiled at me as Toby took him deep into his throat. He nodded, encouraging me, urging me to continue.
I gripped Toby harder, already feeling the stirring in my balls. My eyes widened and Arty’s smile broadened. He knew exactly what that meant.
“Fuck. This arse is so good.” I slapped Toby’s arse as I thrust, the sharp sting causing his hole to grip me tighter. I did it again as I slammed deep, feeling the squeeze.
Arty lifted Toby’s head from his dick and looked him in the eye. “My boyfriend is going to breed you. You want that?” He asked.
Toby nodded. “Yes sir. Fuck yes I do.” He turned and nodded at me, watching me thrust hard into him.
I moaned deep as I slammed hard. I felt my balls tighten against my body and my legs stiffen.
“Yes babe. Give him that load.” Arty said.
“Breed me sir. Please!” Toby panted, holding himself firmly in place on the bed.
I thrust deep and let loose, my cock firing hard and fast inside the younger man. My eyes screwed shut and I moaned loud and deep, holding myself in place as I emptied my overdue load inside the bottom’s open hole.
“Fuck yes.” Toby grunted, pushing back against me and squeezing my cock.
“Hmmm. That’s it babe.” Arty’s voice was low and soft.
As my climax continued to tear through my body I began to thrust again, pushing hard to fire every drop of cum inside this eager hole in front of me. I knew Arty would be watching me, his eyes watching my muscles tense as I fired my load, watching the sweat begin to drip down my body. I smiled to myself, knowing how much he would be enjoying the show.
I thrust deep one more time as the last shock of my orgasm and the last of my cum poured into Toby. I panted and held myself against him as I slowly came down from the intense climax.
I felt movement on the bed and opened my eyes to see Arty moving up towards me. He wrapped an arm around my back and kissed me slowly and gently on the lips.
“That was so fucking hot.” He spoke softly and I felt his hard, wet cock against my hip.
I slowly removed myself from Toby, both of us gasping before the younger man flopped forward onto the bed. I wrapped an arm around Arty and kissed him again, feeling my wilting cock leak onto the mattress.
“Your turn.” I said, sliding my fingers around Arty and giving his dick a squeeze.
Toby let out a deep breath but turned over on the bed. I sighed and lay down beside him, the last of my energy fading fast.
“Where would you like me, sir?” I could tell Toby was drawing deep on his energy reserves but was still eager to please.
Arty thought for a moment before gesturing for Toby to get up. “Ride me.”
Toby smiled and moved quickly, he slid off the bed to make space for my boyfriend to lay beside me. Arty moved into position and ran a hand over my dick, taking some of the slickness for his own. Toby lifted a leg to move on top of Arty but was halted.
“Take off that jock. I wanna see you cum too.” Arty’s tone was firm, the voice of an experienced top who was used to being in control. Toby did what he was told, sliding the small piece of underwear down his legs and revealing his cock to us for the first time. It was shorter than either of ours, but thick, and cut, with a large head swollen on top of a rigid shaft.
The waiter moved into position, sliding his legs either side of Arty’s before reaching back to guide the hard dick toward his hole. In one quick movement Toby dropped down, taking every inch of Arty inside him. Both of them cried out beside me. Arty’s eyes clamped shut and Toby threw his head back. I knew all too well the feeling of Arty’s thick cock opening you up and despite my post-orgasmic exhaustion, a little part of me was jealous. But as Arty grabbed Toby’s hips and began to thrust up into him, that feeling was replaced by arousal as I watched the action in front of me.
“Fuck babe. You really filled him. He’s so wet,” Arty panted as he thrust hard into the man on top of him.
“I knew I’d need to lube him up for your thick cock.” I reached over and ran a hand up to Arty’s nipple. I tweaked it lightly and felt the shudder of pleasure ripple through him.
As my boyfriend fucked hard into his hole, Toby bent down, placing one hand on Arty’s shoulder as the other gripped his dick and began furiously stroking. His head glistened with precum and twitched with every thrust Arty slammed into him. His muscles were tense and I could tell he was already close.
I slid my body up against Arty’s, continuing to squeeze his nipple between my fingers as I planted kisses over his neck.
“Your big dick is going to make him cum babe.” I spoke slowly and softly.
“Fuck yes.” Arty grunted.
Toby could only moan.
“Are you going to breed him too? Add your cum to mine?”
Arty moaned long and low. His body tensed as he held Toby in place.
“Yes! Yes!” Toby’s moans increased in pitch. “I’m gonna cum. Breed me sir! Breed me!”
Arty grunted and slammed deep. I watched his toes curl and felt the shiver tear through his body. He pushed Toby down to take the full length of his cock as he fired. He grunted loud, his body spasming with each shot that filled the already leaking bottom.
Toby cried out, his hand working furiously as he pushed himself to his own orgasm. I reached down and spanked his firm arse again, the slap echoing off the walls. That sent the bottom over the edge. He moaned and shook as his cock fired. Rope after rope of thick cum painted Arty’s chest and belly. Both men shook and moaned as their climaxes hit, Toby’s sounds high and fast, Arty’s low and intense.
Arty’s movements slowed as the last shudders of his orgasm ran through him. Toby slid his hand from his dick as the last drops of his seed spilled onto Arty. They panted and gasped as they came down from their own intense highs.
“Holy shit. That’s a hot arse.” Arty eventually spoke between heavy breaths.
“Thanks.” Toby slowly lifted himself from Arty’s dick and turned, falling onto the mattress on the other side of my boyfriend. “And I wasn’t joking about hitting the jackpot. Your cocks are both incredible.”
“Happy to provide,” I said, the only one of the three of us not still out of breath.
We lay still for a moment, the three of us pressed beside each other on the bed. The musk of sweat and cum filled the room.
“I should have a shower.” Toby slid off the bed and looked down at us. “But I’ll get you a towel too sir.”
“Thank you.” Arty chuckled.
Toby walked into the bathroom and Arty and I both watched the muscles of his well-used arse move as he did so. He returned quickly with a towel which Arty took to wipe himself up. Toby returned to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Arty turned to me after cleaning his body. “Happy anniversary, babe.”
“Happy anniversary to you too.”
“How’d I do?”
“I think judging by the mess he shot all over you, I’d say you did well.”
Arty laughed. “I didn’t mean-”
He stopped as Toby entered the room, his tall, slim body glistening from the shower.
“Thanks again guys. That was… better than most of the calls I get.” Toby began to dress himself, finding where his clothes had been strewn around the room.
I looked at Arty, raising an eyebrow. He just smiled. “Well we’ll take that compliment.”
“The hotel is nice too.” Toby continued. “Great food. Thanks for sharing.”
“Well, it seems we love to share.” I replied, giving Arty’s chest a playful tap.
Toby walked back over to the bed, fully dressed again. He planted a kiss on each of our lips before walking back to the room-service trolley. “Do you want me to leave this out in the hall?”
“Yes please.” Arty answered before I could.
“Sure. Give me a call again sometime if you want yeah?” Toby smiled and pushed the trolley. He opened the door with one hand and was quickly gone.
I turned onto my side, propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at my boyfriend and the sheepish grin on his face.
“So, I’m guessing Toby doesn’t work for the hotel?” I pinched Arty’s nipple and he flinched.
“No.” Arty blushed a little and swatted my hand away. “I found him online. You said you wanted something different. Something to mix it up. I think we did that tonight didn’t we?”
I held back my reply, furrowing my brow a little in what I hoped came across as annoyance. “We certainly did.” I broke into a smile and leant down to kiss Arty.
We made out for a while before I lay beside him again.
“So you bought room service, then hired us a bottom to serve the food and then serve us?” I asked.
“Bingo.” Arty reached down and gave my dick a squeeze, it responded by twitching and beginning to grow again. “I think I made a good choice to start our anniversary night of switching it up, didn’t I?”
“You did. You did.”
“Your browser history certainly helped.” Arty’s grin spread even further across his face as my jaw dropped.
“THAT’S why you used my laptop?”
Arty just laughed.
I shook my head as I slid off the bed. Despite my dick growing again already, I wanted to tease Arty a bit and make him wait for round two. “I really would like to hit up that new cocktail bar though.”
Arty smiled and thought for a moment. “Well, we do have the room for the night.” He got up and reached into his bag, pulling a pair of handcuffs from it. “I guess these can wait.”
My dick twitched. The temptation was strong, but my need for a drink was stronger. I grabbed Arty’s hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.
“Later, stud.”
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