And here's some bonus content I wrote a while back for Tribulations. As you can see, I wrote these side stories out of order, hahaha.
This is what Minho had in mind when he wanted to celebrate just between the three of them.
Warning(s): Explicit Sexual content, double penetration, unedited
Side Story VIII: Double the Trouble (NSFW)
Thomas stood, naked and warily eyeing the camera perched on the tripod, its red light blinking tauntingly. He clutched his right arm, blunt nails digging into his flesh.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?"
"Honestly? Probably not." Minho laughed.
He sprawled onto the bed, naked as the day he was born and surprisingly perky. His dick stood at attention, ready for the real fun to get rolling. Newt was the only one still partially dressed, his blue boxers an oddly comforting sight to Thomas. He fiddled with the camera, adjusting it until it was positioned to his liking. He peeked into it briefly before he pulled away, pale cheeks pink.
He heaved a heavy sigh then stripped off his boxers, his half-hardened member bobbing from the movement.
Thomas felt himself flush.
"You two look great," Newt complimented, stealing another peek from the camera. "Like a couple of shuck-faced greenies in their first amateur porn vid. How bloody wonderful."
"Good that," Minho grinned. "We'll make a great threesome." He patted the mattress, giving Thomas a sultry look. "Come over Thomas. I have a friend who really misses you."
"This is the stupidest idea ever." He laughed, a bit hysterically. Thomas crawled onto the mattress, his muscles tense and uncomfortable. "We're really going to fuck in front of a camera? What if someone finds it? How are we going to explain that?"
"It's for our memories, Tommy." The blond explained, though he scowled.
Thomas guessed he hadn't bought that excuse either.
Minho laid flat on his back, his arms folded behind his head. He seemed so comfortable and relaxed despite the ever daunting red light blinking away at them. Thomas felt envious. How could Minho not care what they were about to do?
"You two are being awfully shy." He teased. "You'll send me naughty texts but you won't do this one little thing for me? Terrible."
Thomas bristled. He positioned himself in between Minho's legs, his backside facing the camera. Minho's lecherous smile turned hopeful, the excitement sparkling in his dark eyes. It took Thomas a moment to regain his confidence. He stared down at Minho's pert length, pink and thick, his veins prominent against his skin. A bead of pre-cum oozed out of Minho's slit, the boy's excitement mounting. It shouldn't have surprised him, not with Minho's bad habits of sending them risqué text messages whenever he was home alone, but out of the three of them, it was obvious Minho seemed most into videotaping their actions.
Newt slipped behind him, large hands grasping his pale shoulders. His lips brushed along the shell of his ear, his breath hot against his skin.
"Just go with the flow." He murmured. He licked the length of the brunet's ear, his fingers trailing down his arms to his waist in slow sensual movements. Thomas shuddered from his touch.
Minho licked his lips.
Thomas started first.
He crawled up Minho's frame and captured the boy's full lips with his. Kissing was always the best way to get Thomas into the mood. There was something about molding his lips together with Newt or Minho that flipped a switch in his mind. It never failed to arouse him, even with the most innocent of kisses.
He let Minho dominate the kiss, the boy's wet tongue a happy invader. Newt's hands traveled along his body. Those calloused fingers caressed the sides of his waist then dipped down the length of his thighs and then up deliciously slow to the mounds of his ass. He squeezed him affectionately and chuckled when the brunet groaned into Minho's mouth.
Minho's warm hands snaked around Thomas' neck, pilling him deeper into their kiss.
Heat pooled into the pit of his stomach, and Thomas felt the blood rushing between his legs. He pulled away from Minho then, and made to move when Newt pulled him back; his back arched against the younger male. He snatched Thomas' chin and stole the boy's lips. Thomas' moan was music to their ears.
"Great," Minho managed, breathless. "You're in the mood now."
Thomas wanted to retort, but words turned to mush. He was far too entranced with Newt's tongue and the ticklish touches Minho traced along his hips for his brain to properly function. He worked on autopilot afterwards, driven by the single minded desire to pleasure his lovers.
His mouth engulfed the full length of Minho's dick, relishing the startled gasp that escaped the haughty boy's lips. At the same moment, Newt spread apart Thomas' cheeks, admiring the perk hole that begged for the blond's attention. He moaned around a mouthful of Minho as Newt's slick tongue licked his ring.
"Fuck, that's hot." Minho groaned.
He threw his head back against the pillow, grasping the bed sheets in ecstasy. Thomas licked along the trail of his veins. He sucked the tip of Minho's head, dipping his tongue into the boy's slit to lap up the pre-cum oozing out in translucent pearls. Minho's breath came out heavy, his muscles slowly tensing.
Thomas had a hard time focusing on his task. Newt's expert tongue lapped his rim with impish delight. He licked circles along the puckered pinkness and slipped inside with relative ease. Thomas gasped at the intrusion, his low guttural groan sent vibration down Minho's throbbing dick.
"Okay, okay!" The older boy gasped. He ran a shaky hand through his sweaty hair. "Let's do this before I explode all over Tommy's face."
"Mmm, I'd like to see that." Newt hummed. He reached down to the ground for the bottle of lube.
Thomas held out his palm for a glob of the slick product, but Newt batted him away. Minho snickered at the boy's confused look.
"Oh no Tommy, you're not using this." He slathered a generous helping along his meaty length then tossed the bottle Minho, who readily poured a large glop onto his sweaty palm.
Thomas' heart quickened. He swallowed.
"Uh, y-you two aren't going to do what I think you're going to… right?"
Newt leaned into Thomas. He planted a tender kiss against the boy's flushed shoulder.
Minho grinned, sensing the blond's devilish delight. "Depends what you think we're gonna do." With one hand, he lathered his penis with the greasy glob, the other pulled Thomas into another kiss.
Newt took the boy's moment of distraction to slip a moistened finger into his hole. Thomas gasped into Minho's mouth, the familiar yet strange sensation stirring warmth within him. Newt's slick finger prepped him. He expertly lathered his walls, his opening and slipped a second finger inside to stretch him further. In truth, Thomas didn't need all that much preparation, but if Newt and Minho planned on taking him at once, he hoped Newt would be thorough. Even if he was used to both their lengths separately, having them shoved into him all at once was a different kind of stretch.
The blond's hot, throbbing thickness speared through Thomas unexpectedly. He tore away from Minho's dangerous lips with a high pitched groan, his body automatically arching in a downward curve. Minho took that moment to pull Newt's face into his, their kiss swollen lips feverish and desperate. Having Newt draw in closer to Minho pushed his hardness further inside Thomas, who gasped and whined pathetically at the intrusion. He felt his sphincter throb desperately around Newt's dick, torn between pushing it out and pulling it in.
The thought of Minho trying to slip inside sent a shiver of anxiety and anticipation down his spine.
They pulled away, flushed face and breathless. A string of saliva tore between their swollen lips.
"Hurry up and get him ready," Minho panted, his tone needy.
Newt chuckled. "You're so needy, Min."
Thomas whined in response, his thoughts too muddy to contribute. It made his lovers laugh.
"I'm not the only one."
Newt took his time with Thomas. His thrusts were agonizingly slow and rhythmic. In and out. In. Out. Any other day, this pace would have been perfect, but something inside Thomas urged the blond for more. He begged, even went so far as to reach out for his neglected member, but Newt snatched his hands away and allowed Minho to keep them restrained for the time being.
A few more agonizingly slow thrusts later, Newt pulled away with an embarrassing pop.
"Okay," he panted. "C'mon, easy does it."
He guided Thomas carefully over Minho and watched as the brunet slid down the older boy's eager dick with an erotic squelch. Minho hummed in appreciation, relishing the slick walls encasing his sensitive hardness.
They had never practiced this before. They usually took turns in their threesomes, though Minho often preferred to be the giver. Taking Thomas at the same time had been his idea, and yet, watching Newt tower over them as he carefully pressed into Thomas' overstuffed hole was enough to make Minho cum right then and there. They both looked so divine: Newt's brows furrowed and focused; Thomas' face scrunched into barely contained ecstasy and pain.
Thomas felt completely loaded with them inside. The burn was not too unpleasant. Newt's dick had always been on the thicker side of the spectrum, having him and Minho stretching his walls, filling him to the brim was an erotic experience. His own penis ached for relief.
When Newt moved, he nearly cried.
"Ah shit!" Minho hissed. "Shuck me…"
Newt groaned, his movements slow. He gripped tightly on Thomas' waist, blunt nails biting crescents into his flesh.
"Oh god!" Thomas gasped. He fell onto Minho's torso, his arms weak from the strain.
They moved in tandem; Newt pulled out, Minho pushed in. The rhythmic movements kept Thomas on edge. It didn't take long for them to pick up speed and soon, their room was filled with the erotic music of skin smacking skin and the moist squelches of lube. Among the chorus of noise was Thomas' high careening gasps.
He buried his nose into the crook of Minho's neck, crying and gasping into the boy's sweaty flesh. He drooled onto the pillow, his fingers desperately grasping for purchase. Newt's thrusts were building speed and strength, whilst Minho struggled to keep up. Thomas' weight against him restricted most of his movements.
"Oh god, please! Please!" Thomas begged. "Minho! Newt!"
Obscenities poured from Minho's lips.
Newt's only commentary were his heavy labored breaths.
They lost rhythm in their desperate battle for release. They struck Thomas' prostrate in unison, making the younger male shriek so loud, Minho felt his ears ring. Thomas came with a burst across Minho's abs, the white spunk hearty and thick. They milked him until Thomas was twitching on top of Minho, his body sweaty and flushed, his dick too sensitive to touch. His walls tightening around them sent Newt into his climax. He poured his seed into the boy's ass just as Minho's orgasm slammed into him and together, Thomas could feel their loads invade his insides.
Newt pulled away first. He collapsed beside them, his chest heaving, body exhausted. Thomas rolled off a second later.
He grimaced. It still felt weird to have that much cum inside him.
"Shuck me," Minho breathed. "That was hot as hell. Did we get that on camera?"
Thomas and Newt stilled, their afterglow quickly dissipating.
Minho eyed them lazily, sensing their tension. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Newt was out bed before either of them could move.
"Newt, wait! Come on!" Minho cried. He flew after Newt, who had taken the camera and stormed out of the room. "Don't erase it! It's for our collection!"
"Not a bloody chance, Minho!"
Thomas curled onto his side, deliciously sore and utterly spent. He tried to focus on his lovers' petty quarrel, but his eye lids fluttered shut, too heavy to hold up any longer. The sound of their voices faded off into the background, darkness overwhelming him. He was dead asleep before they returned.
Thomas was pulled from his slumber by the feel of damp cloth brushing his sensitive sphincter. He jerked awake, nearly kicking Newt on the side and smacking Minho hard in the face.
"Ugh! Thomas!"
"Wha – aahh!" He tensed. The lukewarm wash cloth brushed along his ring again, the burn unpleasant and painful.
Newt hushed him delicately, holding Thomas down by the back of his thigh. He swiped along Thomas' ass again, his fingers clutching tight as the boy twitched from the discomfort.
"I'm sorry Tommy." He sighed. "I should have noticed this sooner."
Minho grumbled. He pulled Thomas closer to him, smoothing down his bed head with affectionate caresses. His touch eased the panic that swelled within Thomas' chest, but his unease remained, clouding his confusion.
He frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"You're allergic to the damn lube we used." The track star muttered, his voice rumbling in his chest. "Newt's cleanin' ya up."
"Oh… is that wh – ah!" Thomas jerked again, the burn sharp and irritating.
He whimpered.
"Sorry," Newt murmured. He finally set the cloth aside and took his place behind Thomas. He curled into him, their naked bodies flush against the other. The burn still radiated from Thomas' backside, but the presence of both his lovers so close eased the discomfort Thomas felt. Minho and Newt pressed a kiss to his flesh: one on his temple, the other between his shoulder blades.
"You were so amazing, Thomas." Minho whispered against his hair. "So beautiful."
Heat pooled into his cheeks. Thomas buried his nose into Minho's chest, feeling embarrassed for more than his allergy.
"Shut up Min, you're embarrassing me."
"He's right Tommy," Newt chuckled. "The sounds you made were so erotic."
"Not you too!"
His lovers chuckled.
Newt draped an arm across them, his pale hand still hot and damp from the wash cloth. He rubbed small, delicate circles along Minho's hip, the athlete's tense body melting beneath his touch.
Thomas watched from the corner of his eye, contented with their position and sore from their previous activities.
"I never told you this but, you cum a lot for a shank who has issues holding an erection."
Newt's thumb stilled.
Thomas groaned.
Minho snickered. "What? Did I ruin the mood?"
"Shut up Minho." They chorused.
Minho's whole body rumbled with laughter.
I wanted to practice writing smut so I ended up writing this. Of course, I had to pick the hardest type which is sex with three characters, ugh.
The extra bit at the end was added upon request. I think it wrapped up the whole story rather nicely!
As always, thank you for reading!
And THANK YOU for deciding to pick up this story and seeing it through.
I really appreciate it =)