Craig still wasn't sure how John Paul had persuaded him to do this. The last thing he ever wanted was to spend the evening at Spike's flat. Spike! Even his name was ridiculous. But John Paul had begged, looking at Craig with those big bright blue eyes, pleading with Craig, insisting how important it was to know that his best friend and his boyfriend could be mates. In the end Craig had relented. How bad could it be?
Which is how Craig found himself sat next to John Paul on Spike's sofa, can of beer in hand watching some pretentious film that he didn't even understand. He was trying desperately not to notice Spike's hand resting on John Paul's leg, just like he was not noticing when Spike would occasionally say something to John Paul and then kiss him.
It wasn't that Craig was homophobic. Of course not, he had no problems with John Paul's sexual orientation. It didn't matter to him, John Paul was his mate and that wasn't about to change just because his mate liked to sleep with men. No, it was Spike that Craig had a problem with. He just didn't like him, he wasn't certain why but there was something about Spike that just got on his nerves, big time.
Craig flinched as John Paul got to his feet, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. Fixing his eyes on the TV screen Craig emptied his can of beer and placed it on the table in front on him.
"You don't like me do you?" Spike asked, flipping open another can and handing it to Craig.
"I've never said that," Craig replied taking the drink and deliberately avoiding actually answering the question.
"You don't have to SAY it," Spike continued, "You make it pretty obvious every time I'm around… so what is it you don't like about me then Craig?"
Craig fidgeted nervously; there was too much alcohol in his system for this conversation, not that he would want to have the conversation stone cold sober.
"Shall I tell you what I think it is you don't like?" Spike asked moving up to occupy the space on the sofa vacated by John Paul.
"If you have to," Craig replied pushing himself closer into the sofa's arm.
"I don't think you like the fact that I'm sleeping with John Paul…"
"It doesn't matter to me what you do."
"Really? Are you sure about that?"
"Positive… It doesn't bother me."
"Only I've seen the way you are when I kiss him… you certainly look bothered…" Spike leant closer to Craig and his voice dropped lower, "And then of course you know that I don't just kiss him don't you… I don't think you like the idea of my hands on him, my mouth… all over him…"
"It's not something I think about," Craig lied, his cheeks flushed with discomfort, what was taking John Paul so long?
"You know I think you do," Spike said with a throaty laugh, "Did he ever tell you about the first time I fucked him?"
Craig choked on his beer with shock. "No, no of course he didn't," he stammered.
"Shame… it was quite something you know…"
"I'm sure," Craig replied uncomfortably, wishing that the sofa would just swallow him whole, or that Spike would stop talking or something, anything would happen to take away the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Of course he was a bit nervous at first," Spike was continuing as if talking about this with Craig was the most natural thing in the world and he couldn't sense Craig's discomfort, "But once he relaxed…. Oh then he was a whole different person."
Spike smiled as he watched Craig squirm in his seat, he knew exactly what he was doing and he knew he was getting the results he was aiming for. He had seen the look in Craig's eyes a hundred times when he was kissing John Paul and it wasn't just friendship that shone in those deep brown depths, but whether Craig knew that or not was another matter.
"I tell ya before long he was begging for it… can you imagine that… John Paul McQueen begging to be fucked… and of course I couldn't refuse, who could eh? Those gorgeous blue eyes looking at you… wanting you… a person would have to be made of stone to be able to resist that. And he was so good… so hot and so tight, he felt incredible as I pushed inside him, as I fucked him… god it was good… and when he came… well I've never heard anyone scream so loud… it's a good job the house was empty…"
Spike took a slow drink from his can and watched Craig over the rim. The younger man sat motionless in his seat, his breathing was shallow and his cheeks were flushed. He jumped violently when Spike's hand touched his thigh and Spike leaned into his ear, whispering hotly.
"Do you scream when you come Craig? Do you think I could make you beg me to fuck you?"
"You're insane," Craig said nervously as Spike's hand crept higher up his thigh.
"I think I could," Spike breathed, "In fact I think I will… I've been imagining fucking you ever since I started seeing John Paul… I'm gonna fuck you so hard Craig Dean that you won't even be able to remember your own name…"
"I don't know what the fuck you think…"
"Shhh relax," Spike interrupted, "You're obviously misunderstanding me…"
"Misunderstanding?" Craig replied, there was hardly any room for misunderstanding where Spike's words had been concerned.
"Yeah," Spike said soothingly, "When I said I was gonna fuck you… you obviously thought you were getting a choice…"
Craig finally found the strength to get to his feet. "I don't think John Paul would be too happy about your plans," he said backing away from Spike.
"No?" Spike asked looking pointedly at the door. Craig turned to see John Paul standing in the doorway and he had a feeling that the blonde haired man had been there for some time.
Craig's heart was pounding heavily in his chest and he felt like a trapped animal cornered by two hungry predators, so why wasn't it fear that was making his heart race like that?
"Well Craig?" Spike continued as he backed the dark haired man against a wall, "It's up to you… we can all carry on pretending you don't want this…" Spike's hand cupped the growing erection in Craig's jeans and massaged it gently, "Or you can admit that you do and we can all start having some fun…"
John Paul walked slowly back into the room. He had been stood in the doorway since Spike had started talking and Spike's words had turned him on almost as much as seeing Spike's hands pressed against Craig's groin was doing now.
Raising his hand John Paul stroked Craig's cheek as he looked into the liquid pools of his deep brown eyes. There was no fear in Craig's eyes just a hint of confusion and a whole lot of lust.
"Well Craig?" John Paul asked quietly.
"You're both mad," Craig gasped as John Paul's hand ran over his face and slid to the back of his neck, whilst Spike was still paying exquisite attention to his groin.
"But you're not asking us to stop," John Paul said stepping forward, "You only have to say the word Craig… just tell us to stop…"
Craig opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, instead, and without registering what he was doing, Craig grabbed at John Paul's t-shirt and pulled the man towards him. Their mouths collided fiercely as Craig sunk his hands into John Paul's hair and forced his tongue between the man's delicious lips.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist," Spike chuckled softly as he manoeuvred Craig away from the wall and stepped behind him.
Craig moaned with the unexpected pleasure of John Paul kissing him deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of John Paul's mouth as another mouth, Spike's mouth, kissed his neck from behind, teeth biting lightly into his flesh making his body shiver with pleasure.
Spike slipped his hands around Craig's waist as he continued to kiss at his neck, and easily released his belt and unbuttoned the younger man's jeans. He had always suspected that Craig wanted more from his relationship with John Paul than mere friendship but he hadn't expected his planned seduction to go this easily. It seemed that Craig's desire for the beautiful blue-eyed boy ran far deeper than either of them had suspected.
Craig gasped into John Paul's mouth as Spike's hand plunged into his boxers, wrapping around his already hard cock and squeezing it firmly.
"Now tell me you don't want this," Spike teased as he ran his hand over the length of the cock in his grasp. Craig's only reply was a louder deeper moan against John Paul's kiss.
"He's so hard John Paul," Spike said as he continued to kiss and bite at Craig's neck, "Just hearing about me fucking you has got him this hard…" Spike took hold of one of John Paul's hands and pushed it inside Craig's clothing to join his own.
Craig's knees nearly buckled as two hands roamed over his cock and balls, teasing him and exciting him without knowing who's hand was touching him where, and it was only the presence of the two bodies against him that kept the man upright.
"What is it that turned you on more Craig?" Spike asked as he continued to share the man's cock with John Paul, "The thought of fucking John Paul until he screams your name… or the thought of a hard cock deep inside you, fucking you until you come?"
Craig broke away from John Paul's kiss gasping for air. He couldn't breath, he couldn't think. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, having these two men touching him like this but it felt so good he couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it.
John Paul caught Spike's gaze over Craig's shoulder and they shared a smile. When Spike had first broached the idea John Paul had laughed it off as impossible. But the more Spike had talked the more John Paul had wanted it to happen. In fact Spike's detailed description of what he wanted to do to Craig had turned John Paul on so much that it had led to the most amazing shag he could remember. And now Craig was here, between them, and it seemed that Spike's intuition had been well placed.
With his free hand Spike pulled John Paul's face to him and kissed the man deeply, relishing the thought that Craig's mouth had been there only seconds earlier.
Spike wasn't the jealous type; to him sex was something to be enjoyed, to be shared. And if he could share his gorgeous boyfriend with his equally gorgeous mate and get the chance to enjoy both of their bodies then he saw no harm in it… not if they were all willing, and they were certainly that.
Spike pulled his hand from Craig's jeans, leaving John Paul's wrapped tightly around the man's throbbing cock, and eased the jeans over Craig's hips. He watched slowly as Craig's olive toned buttock were revealed, licking his lips at the sight, and pushing Craig's clothing to the floor, helping the man step out of them, pushing away his shoes and socks until Craig was stripped from the waist down.
John Paul cast his eyes down to where Craig's hard cock was exposed it all of its naked glory, save for the covering of John Paul's fingers. Craig followed the blue-eyed stare and felt his cheeks flush at the sight of his erection wrapped in John Paul's hand, but it wasn't embarrassment that brought the colour to Craig's face.
Grabbing the edge of Craig's t-shirt Spike pulled it over the man's head and threw it unnoticed to the ground, leaving Craig standing naked between the two fully clothed men.
Spike ran his hands over Craig's broad back, stroking the soft smooth skin and his hands travelled lower.
John Paul's fingers tightened around Craig's cock and ran over its length, pushing back the foreskin to reveal its glistening head so sensitive that Craig gasped loudly as John Paul's thumb passed over it.
Spike squeezed tightly against Craig's buttocks, pushing them together and them prising them apart in a slow circular motion.
Craig's head was spinning with the pleasure his body was receiving from both men and he held tightly onto John Paul's shoulders to keep himself upright.
"Tell John Paul how good it feels having him holding your cock," Spike said in a voice heavy with lust, "Tell him how much the thought of fucking him turns you on…"
Craig looked into the dazzling blue of John Paul's eyes and they both knew the truth of Spike's words.
"God John Paul I…" Craig's words were lost in a cry of pleasure as he felt a hot tongue thrust itself between his buttocks, licking firmly at the tight circle of muscle nestled between. "Oh my god I…"
John Paul smiled at Craig's outburst. He knew exactly what Spike was doing and what's more he knew just how good it felt.
"Spike really wants you you know…" John Paul whispered into Craig's ear, "It's not just his tongue he wants to push inside you…" As he spoke Spike pressed his tongue harder against Craig's flesh, feeling it relaxing as he eased it in slow circles, its tip dipping into Craig's body making the young man whimper with the excruciating pleasure.
"And do you know how much that turns me on… the thought of watching him fuck you?" As he spoke John Paul tightened his hold of Craig's cock, stroking it firmly but slowly. "Ask him to fuck you Craig… you know he wants you to beg for it…"
Craig cried out, pressing his head against John Paul's shoulder, as he felt Spike's finger pushing into the hole that his tongue had so expertly excited. He had always assumed it would feel wrong to let a man touch him like this, but as Spike's fingertip brushed lightly against a point inside him that he never knew could give him so much pleasure he discovered how wrong he had been.
Craig's legs trembled as Spike buried a second finger deep inside him, moving them with a slow steady thrust until Craig couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh god Spike… I want…."
"Go on say it," Spike urged as he drove his fingers hard inside Craig's desperate flesh, "I want to hear you say it…"
"Oh for Christ's sake Spike fuck me… I want you to fuck me."
Spike laughed with satisfaction. "Well you only had to ask," he said with a grin.
Craig was surprised how aware he was of the feeling of the sofa's fabric under his fingers as he gripped tightly onto its back; it was as if all of his senses had been heightened. It felt like another person who had been sitting there recently hating Spike. Why had he hated Spike? Craig couldn't even remember the reason now as he stood in nervous anticipation.
Craig's eyes were closed tightly and he wasn't certain where John Paul was standing, but he knew the blonde boy was close, was watching, and that thought excited him more than he felt it really should.
"Now just relax," Spike voice said in a low seductive tone, his hands stroking over Craig's soft buttocks, "This might be a bit uncomfortable for a second but try not to tense up… trust me it'll be worth it…"
Spike took the bottle of lube that John Paul held out to him and poured it liberally over his cock that stood out eagerly before him. Spike was still fully clothed and had simply pushed his jeans down to free the throbbing erection that he guided against Craig's body.
Craig took a deep breath as he felt the hardness of Spike pushing against him. He cried out as he felt his flesh succumb to Spike's cock with a sudden pleasure and pain mix that left him panting and breathless. Spike's fingers inside him had felt unbelievable but his cock was something else all together. Craig felt himself being filled and stretched in a way he had never imagined possible. Spike's cock felt enormous inside him and he was certain that his body wouldn't be able to take it, but the deeper Spike pushed the more he wanted it and the better it felt.
John Paul stood in silence as he watched his boyfriend ease his cock into Craig. It was the most erotic sight he had ever witnessed and his own cock throbbed painfully in appreciation.
Spike gripped Craig's hips tightly as he pushed his cock fully inside Craig, moaning as the man's tight hot body gripped him so perfectly. There was something about being the first one inside Craig's body that made it feel that much better, just as it had done with John Paul. Part of him had wanted to watch John Paul fuck the young man that he had secretly wanted all this time, but a larger part of him wanted to be the one to take Craig's anal virginity, to be the one fuck he would never be able to forget. There would be plenty of other times for John Paul to ride this gorgeous body, he was certain of that.
John Paul hardly blinked as Spike began to move in and out of Craig's body, watching his hard cock being swallowed by Craig's flesh in a satisfying slap of skin against skin.
Spike turned his head to look at John Paul as he continued to drive his cock deep into Craig. John Paul's eyes were wide and dark with lust and his jeans stretched uncomfortably over his erection.
Holding out a hand Spike beckoned John Paul to him, slipping his hand behind John Paul's neck and pulling the man into a deep kiss as he continued to rock inside Craig. John Paul parted his lips, welcoming Spike's tongue inside, tasting it hungrily as it plunged the depths of his mouth in a mirror of his cock plunging into Craig.
Spike's hand trailed over John Paul's arm and tickled lightly over his belly before coming to rest against his groin, extracting a deep moan from John Paul's throat at the sudden pressure against his erect cock.
With an ease that spoke of much practice Spike released John Paul's jeans one handed and curled his fingers around the heat of the younger man's cock, stroking it gently to the sounds of plaintive sighs slipping from John Paul's lips.
"Just look what you've done Craig," Spike said as he continued to tease John Paul's cock, "Look at the state you've got poor John Paul in… what are you gonna do about it?"
Craig opened his eyes and turned his head to see John Paul stood behind him, his cock hard and impressive in Spike's grip.
"I… I don't know…" Craig stammered, his voice shaking with each thrust of Spike's hips.
"Well we can't leave him like this can we?" Spike asked gripping John Paul's cock harder and making the man moan louder as the desire in him increased. "That would hardly be fair… you could offer to suck it for him…"
Craig bit his lip at the suggestion. The idea both excited and terrified him and then he turned his gaze to meet John Paul's deep azure eyes, eyes that were watching him with longing and desire.
"Please Craig…" John Paul said quietly and Craig surprise himself by nodding.
Climbing onto the sofa so that he was facing Craig John Paul took his cock in his hand, his jeans were pushed from his hips and he felt his heart racing as he held his cock inches from Craig's face, offering it to him and desperate for him to accept.
Craig licked his lips nervously as John Paul moved a little closer until he could smell the man's heady scent and Craig raised one hand that had been gripping tightly to the back of the sofa and took a gentle hold of the cock before him.
John Paul sighed with pleasure as Craig stroked over his length, resting his hands on Craig's shoulders he had a perfect view of Spike still pounding deeply into Craig from behind.
Craig parted his lips and took a tentative lick at the head of John Paul's cock. John Paul murmured his encouraging appreciation and pushed himself forward, forcing the tip of his cock into Craig's open mouth. Craig found the firmness of John Paul in his mouth incredibly exciting and welcomed it deeper as he began to suck gently against it. John Paul looked down to see his cock sinking into that gorgeous mouth and had to take some deep steadying breaths to stop himself coming straight away. How many times had he dreamed of Craig touching him like this? How many fantasies had been fuelled by the thought of Craig's mouth around his cock? And now it was a reality it was better than he ever imagined, especially with the added presence of Spike thrusting harder and deeper into Craig with every passing moment.
Craig closed his eyes and sucked hard against the throbbing cock that filled his mouth, lapping at the salty drops of precum. His body shook with the force of Spike fucking him hard from behind as John Paul began to move his hips gently fucking Craig's mouth.
Craig's body felt alive with the acts being performed on it and the pleasures it was receiving. Spike's cock felt so good buried deep inside him, slamming ever harder into him, and John Paul tasted so good in his mouth as he sucked his cock deeply into him.
John Paul's sparkling eyes locked with the dark mysterious depths of Spike's over the beautiful body that they were both fucking, as his breaths grew heavier and his legs shook with the terrible need of his body.
"Suck him hard Craig," Spike said not taking his eyes from the blue-eyed boy, "Let him show you what he feels like when he comes…"
John Paul's head dropped and he watched as Craig's cheeks hollowed out, sucking John Paul's cock deeply into his throat until John Paul could resist the sight and the sensations no longer.
"Oh god… god yes…" John Paul yelled loudly as his cock pulsed inside Craig's mouth. Craig gagged for a second at the sudden unexpected rush of hot come pouring into him and running down his throat but he continued to suck every drop until John Paul sank to his knees on the sofa completely spent.
"That was amazing," John Paul whispered to Craig taking the man's face in his hands and kissing the mouth that had been the source of so much pleasure.
Craig grinned with surprised pride as John Paul climbed down from the sofa and fastened up his jeans.
Closing his eyes again Craig concentrated on the feeling of Spike's cock inside him. With each new thrust a fresh wave of pleasure washed over him as Spike hit the hidden spot deep inside him.
Craig was so caught up in enjoying Spike that he didn't hear the sound of John Paul sitting on the floor beside his legs and he gasped as a warm hand gripped his cock. John Paul wriggled closer to Craig and began to stroke his hard cock in time to the continued motion of Spike's thrusts.
Craig moaned loudly and his cock ached with the need for release. John Paul leant his head close to Craig and took the tip of the man's cock into his mouth, running his tongue over its sensitive head, licking hungrily at the slit that was already leaking precum and making Craig's moans come louder and breathier.
Spike's brown glistened with sweat as he rode deeper into Craig. The man's body felt so good, and watching Craig make John Paul come was making it very difficult for Spike to hold back his own climax and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was filling Craig's body with the evidence of just how much he was enjoying himself.
Craig panted heavily as John Paul's mouth sucked harder against his cock and Spike rammed forcefully into him. It was more than he could stand and he cried out loudly as he came, pushing his cock into John Paul's throat as his lust filled the blonde haired man's mouth with heat. John Paul sucked gladly at Craig's throbbing cock, drinking in every drop of his orgasm until he had nothing left to give.
Content that both his partners had been satisfied Spike finally let go of the climax that he had been holding back and, as Craig's body contracted around his desperate cock, Spike dug his fingers into Craig's hips and yelled out an animalistic cry, thrusting deeply into Craig as his pleasure exploded from him and his cock pumped itself into the hot flesh that he had enjoyed so much.
The three men collapsed together on the floor, resting their weary but ultimately satisfied bodies against the sofa's back. Craig was aware for the first time that he was the only one stripped naked but that didn't seem to bother him as John Paul and Spike sat on either side of him, their three bodies leaning against each other.
"So do you like me any more now?" Spike asked with a mischievous laugh.
"I could probably get used to you," Craig replied with a laugh of his own.
"You two!" John Paul said in mock indignation.
"John Paul?" Spike said in a beseeching tone.
"Hmm?"
"You don't fancy putting the kettle on do you?"