Craig leant on his elbows and stared into the deep brown eyes before him.
"You're gorgeous you know," he said with a sigh.
Sarah giggled at his words. "Craig!" she said in mock embarrassment, but they both knew she was more than aware of her looks.
Craig took a slow deep drink from his bottle. He loved sitting in the Dog with Sarah, he could feel the eyes of all the men on her and on him, envying him. Craig liked their envy and to prove a point he leant forward to kiss Sarah, their lips meeting with a slow lazy connection. Craig didn't want to rush the kiss; he wanted to make sure every man in the pub saw him.
"Oh look," Sarah said suddenly, "There's John Paul and Spike…"
Sarah waved over her boyfriend's best friend before Craig had the chance to stop her.
Craig shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. It had been three days since he had been at Spike's, three days since he had… Craig wasn't even sure what he had done, what had happened… all he could remember with any real clarity was how amazing it had felt and how it had haunted his dreams ever since.
"Hello stranger," Sarah said with a smile, kissing John Paul on the cheek as he took the chair next to her, leaving only the vacant seat beside Craig for Spike to claim.
Craig jumped slightly as Spike's hand accidentally grazed his thigh as he sat down. At least Craig assumed it was accidental, until he saw the glint in Spike's eyes.
"Sarah," Spike said with a bright smile, "Looking at beautiful as ever…"
Sarah blushed at Spike's compliment.
"So where have you two been hiding yourselves, I've not seen you in ages…"
"Oh you know how it is," Spike replied with a mischievous grin, "John Paul just won't let me out of the bedroom…"
Sarah giggled at the suggestion before turning her attention to Craig. "Aren't you gonna offer to get drinks Craig?" she asked.
"Err yeah, sure… what can I get you?"
Both John Paul and Spike asked for bottles of lager and Craig shuffled nervously to the bar. As he stood waiting to be served his eyes kept snapping back to the table worried about the conversation that could be happening without him there.
Craig was relieved when he returned to the table to find that the chat had centred on Sarah's latest modelling assignment, a tale that Spike seemed to find fascinating, or at least he did a very good impression of someone who was interested.
After a while Sarah got to her feet. "Gotta powder my nose," she said as she left the three men behind.
"What are you doing here?" Craig hissed once Sarah was out of earshot.
"Relax," Spike said squeezing Craig's thigh under the table.
"Don't do that…"
"That's not what you were saying the other night…"
"Shhhh…"
"Come on Craig it's fine," John Paul said with a grin, enjoying his friends discomfort.
"Yeah Craig," Spike repeated as he moved his hand higher, his voice getting lower, "It's all good…"
"Spike I mean it… I don't want Sarah…"
"Oh come on!" Spike interrupted, "I LIKE Sarah… what d'you think I'm gonna do?" Spike leant his face close into Craig, his breath hot against the man's skin. "Eh? It's not like I'm gonna tell her what a good shag her boyfriend is…"
"Spike," Craig hissed under his breath, glancing around the room in case anyone had overheard.
"I'm not gonna tell your girlfriend how much you enjoyed being fucked my a man, that you begged for it," Spike continued in a lustful but teasing tone, "What I AM gonna do however…" Spike paused to lick his lips as he saw Sarah heading back to the table, "I am gonna fuck you in the toilets later while your girlfriend is out here waiting for you…"
Craig's opportunity to reply was lost as Sarah arrived back at the table.
"You boys behaving yourselves?" She asked with a smile.
"We always do," Spike replied squeezing the top of Craig's thigh one last time before returning his hands to the top of the table.
---
For twenty minutes Craig tried his best to appear relaxed in the company of the three people that he had recently had sexual contact with and, thankfully, Sarah seemed blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.
"Well that's me needing the toilet," Spike said as he got to his feet, "Fancy joining me Craig?"
Craig's jaw dropped and Sarah giggled at the comment while John Paul simply watched on amused.
"Spike!" Sarah admonished.
"What?" Spike asked in an innocent tone, "You girls always go in groups… I wanted to know what I was missing out on… but it seems I have no takers so I'll just have to go on my own!"
Spike kissed the top of John Paul's head affectionately as he passed.
"Aww," Sarah gushed at the exchange, "Spike's really lovely isn't he?"
"He's quite something," John Paul agreed as he watched the retreating back of his boyfriend, admiring the way his jeans clung tightly to his behind.
"Craig?" Sarah said grabbing at Craig's arm, "Don't you have anything nice to say about Spike?"
Craig eyes met John Paul's for an instant and time seemed to freeze as he recalled the feeling of Spike pushing deep inside him, the feeling of John Paul's mouth hot around him.
"Yeah, he's alright I suppose," Craig stammered.
"High praise indeed," Sarah said with a grin to John Paul.
---
Two bottles of lager later and the pressure on Craig's bladder was increasing, but he was doing his best to resist a trip to the gents. He was worried that Spike would carry out his earlier threat. He was worried that Spike wouldn't carry out his earlier promise.
Finally the physical pain won out over his concerns and he got to his feet, quickly announcing his destination before departing.
Craig tried not to feel disappointed that Spike didn't jump up and follow him, he tried to convince himself that it was actually a relief.
The discomfort in his bladder taken away Craig slowly washed his hands and took a moment to calm himself.
"Waiting for me?" Spike's voice made him jump.
"No," Craig replied, unconvincingly.
"You sure about that?" Spike asked as he walked slowly up to the younger man, "Coz you didn't look in any rush to get back out there…"
"I was washing my hands…"
"So I see," Spike said as he grabbed Craig's face and forced his tongue deep into his mouth.
Craig made a half-hearted attempt to push Spike away but neither of them believed it for a second and Craig's resistance was over as Spike pushed him into the toilet cubicle.
"Now what was it I was gonna do to you in here?" Spike teased as he pushed his hand hard into Craig's crotch.
Craig whimpered at the touch but didn't reply.
"I said what was it?" Spike asked more forcefully, his grip on Craig tightening until it was almost painful.
"You were gonna fuck me," Craig gasped.
"Ahh that's right," Spike replied as if he had forgotten his intentions.
Spike quickly found his way into Craig's jeans and freed the cock that was as hard as he knew it would be.
"Of course if you'd rather get back to your girlfriend," Spike said as he gripped Craig's cock tightly and stroked his hand over it's length, "If you'd rather I didn't do this…"
Craig's breath came in hard heavy pants and he held onto Spike's shoulders to stop from falling.
"Or would you rather I did this…" Spike suggested as he slid to his knees and quickly engulfed the length of Craig's cock into his mouth.
Craig cried out as the sudden heat wrapped around him, pushing his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. Spike sucked against Craig's cock, taking it deeply into his throat and tracing his tongue over its length. He knew that time was against them but he also knew how easy it would be to make Craig come after leaving him thinking about this moment all evening.
Craig's body was already trembling at the intense pleasure Spike's mouth was giving him and a finger suddenly pushing deeply into him took him over the edge. Spike's finger plunged into him and caressed the perfect spot deep inside him. Craig bucked into Spike's mouth as he came, his cock pouring down the throat that encased it.
As Craig's climax passed Spike rose to his feet, licking his lips slowly as if he had just been fed the greatest feast.
"Turn around," he instructed and Craig moved until he faced the cubical door.
Craig's jeans were eased down over his hips and then he heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. Craig felt the pressure of a hard swollen cock pushing against his puckered opening. He gasped as Spike's cock breached his flesh and sank into him creating a combined sensation of pleasure and pain.
"I wonder what Sarah is doing right now," Spike said as he drove his cock hard into Craig making the man bite into his hand to stop from crying out, "I do like fucking you while she's out there waiting… the only real drawback is that John Paul had to stay out there to keep her distracted…" As he spoke Spike rammed his cock hard and fast into Craig until they were both panting heavily. "And you have no idea just how much I want to watch him fuck you," Spike continued, "How much I want to watch his cock slam hard into your arse… I want to hear you beg him to fuck you… I want to… oh fuck!" Spike's thoughts were driven from his mind as he came, holding onto Craig hard as his cock throbbed heavily inside Craig's body, filling it with his heat.
The second his climax ended Spike withdrew from Craig and quickly adjusted his clothes. Feeling dazed Craig pulled his trousers back around his waist and fumbled with the cubicle door. Peering out to make sure the toilets were empty Craig stepped out.
Spike walked calmly to the sink and washed his hands.
"Can't wait to do that again," Spike said as he headed out of the toilet.
Craig waited for a moment to gather his thoughts and stop himself from shaking. Every ounce of common sense told him that he shouldn't have allowed that. But his common sense was overruled by the desires of his body and the promise of things to come.
When Craig returned to the table Sarah looked at him with concern.
"You OK Craig?" She asked gently, "You look a bit flushed."
"Yeah… I… err… I think I might be coming down with something… look maybe we'd better go."
"Oh of course darling." Sarah turned an apologetic smile to the two men at the table. "Sorry guys," she said, "We're gonna have to love you and leave you." She didn't see the slow suggestive wink that Spike aimed at Craig as they turned to leave the pub.
"So?" John Paul asked once Craig and Sarah had gone.
"What?" Spike replied.
"Well you were in there long enough …"
"And…"
"Come on Spike… tell me…"
"You know what I was doing…"
"Yeah… but tell me."
Spike grinned and leaned over the table to his gorgeous blonde boyfriend. "Oh you want details," he said in a low husky voice.
"Come on… tell me…"
"What?" Spike teased, "You want to know how I sucked him until he came… or how I held him against the toilet door while I fucked his tight little arse… or d'you wanna know what I said to him while I was fucking him?"
John Paul swallowed hard at the images that Spike had put in his mind. "What did you say?" he asked in a breathless whisper.
"I told him how much I wanna see you fucking him… I wanna watch you banging him hard… but first…"
"But first what?"
Spike got to his feet and took John Paul's hand.
"Come on," He said leading John Paul from the pub, "And I'll show you but first what!"
---
"Spike we can't…" John Paul giggled out his reservations.
"Oh come on, live a little John Paul," Spike replied with a wicked grin.
"But HERE… anyone might see…"
"Well we'll just have to make sure there's something worth watching then…"
With a deep throaty laugh Spike pushed John Paul against the wall. They were half hidden in the shadows and overgrown trees that surrounded the fountain in the middle of the village, but only half hidden.
"Spike!" John Paul's protestations faded as Spike's mouth pressed against his.
Spike's kiss was hot and hungry, his tongue plunging deeply into John Paul's mouth, devouring every inch of him.
"You were saying?" Spike asked as he pulled back from the kiss that left John Paul flushed and panting.
"Nothing…" John Paul replied as he reached for the sexually addictive man before him, pulling him back against John Paul, holding him in a firm embrace so that he could feel every ripple of the man's muscles pressing against his body.
John Paul whimpered into Spike's mouth as a hand massaged hard against his cock, arousing him even further and making him a willing partner to whatever Spike wanted next.
There was a soft gasp as John Paul felt the cold night air brush over his suddenly exposed erection, which was just as quickly covered by a warm hand. Spike's fingers gripped John Paul's cock firmly, stroking it at an infuriatingly slow speed, but John Paul knew better than to complain, the more he objected the more Spike would tease, John Paul had learnt that lesson the hard way.
Spike looked into John Paul's eyes as he continued to stroke the length of his cock. He adored the look that John Paul got at moments like these. It wasn't love, Spike knew that and in many ways was glad about it. Spike didn't DO love, that path only ever lead to heartache. What he saw glowing in the brilliant blue of John Paul's eyes as they stood in the shadows was lust, pure and simple. A physical desire that Spike could arouse in the gorgeous younger man with very little effort. He loved it when John Paul looked at him like that and he knew that the blonde would be willing to do pretty much anything he asked at such moments, just like he'd known with Craig the first time he saw the desire in those deep chocolate eyes. Spike couldn't believe his luck when John Paul had agreed to try and get Craig to join them. He'd known for some time that there was something unspoken between those two men but Spike didn't really care, if anything it made the whole thing that bit more exciting, and Spike was all for making life exciting.
John Paul's eyes were half closed as Spike's hand moved faster over his length, making him gasp each time Spike's thumb passed firmly over his cock's sensitive head.
"I love it when you moan," Spike breathed into John Paul's ear, "I like making you want me…"
"I do…" John Paul gasped, "God I really do…"
"Good!" Spike licked the tip of his tongue lightly over John Paul's mouth before sinking to his knees and repeating the action over the tip of John Paul's cock.
John Paul grabbed at Spike's shoulders to steady himself as he felt Spike's lips part and his cock slip slowly into the heat of Spike's mouth. A sudden thought flashed through John Paul's mind, the image of Craig only a short while ago, his cock pushing deep into Spike's throat as he came. John Paul gasped at the strength of desire that those images aroused and he had to breath slow and deep to keep from climaxing there and then.
Spike sucked hard against John Paul's cock, his tongue flicking over its length as John Paul moaned his appreciation. He could feel the heavy throbbing in his mouth as John Paul's release came closer, he could hear John Paul's breathing increase and feel the tremble of his body and, seconds before John Paul came, Spike let the pulsating member fall from his mouth and he got to his feet.
John Paul couldn't prevent the small whimper of protestation that escaped from his lips.
"Not yet," Spike teased, "I want you to come when I'm inside you… I want to feel you come when I'm fucking you… you want me to fuck you don't you?"
John Paul nodded his head in agreement; he felt totally paralysed under Spike's dark lusty stare and every inch of his flesh ached to have the man's hard cock pushing inside him.
"Well you know what to do then…" Spike breathed taking a hold of John Paul's shoulders and turning him to face the wall.
John Paul raised shaky hands to rest against the uneven brickwork as the cold chill of the air caressed against his newly exposed buttocks.
There was a loud sound of flesh against flesh as Spike's hand slapped hard against John Paul's soft skin, making him cry out at the sudden sharp pain. But it never crossed his mind to ask Spike to stop and, as Spike's palm collided with his flesh again, he didn't really want it to.
Spike smiled at the red handprint glowing against the whiteness of John Paul's buttocks and stroked his hand gently over it, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath his fingers.
Spitting on his fingertips Spike eased John Paul's buttocks apart and pushed his fingers between. John Paul's tight puckered hole resisted him for a second as he moved his fingers in slow firm circled and then, with a firm push, one finger slipped into the heat of John Paul's body.
John Paul cried out at the wonderful intrusion, pushing back against Spike's hand to force him in deeper.
Spike was more than happy to oblige and soon thrust a second and then third finger into John Paul's desperate body, plunging them hard into him with a twisting motion that made John Paul's legs tremble.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Spike said pushing his body against John Paul's back, forcing his fingers ever deeper.
"I want… oh god Spike…" John Paul's words came in breathless pants.
"Tell me John Paul," Spike urged, "I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me, Spike please…"
Spike grinned to himself. Was there anything better than having such a gorgeous bloke begging you to fuck him? Spike could only think of one thing and, as he freed his aching cock from his jeans, he prepared to enjoy it.
John Paul moaned as he felt Spike's cock push against him, so much harder and thicker than his fingers had been, stretching and filling him more completely as it slammed deep into him.
"God you feel so good John Paul," Spike whispered as he started to move slowly inside the heat of John Paul's body, wrapping his arms around the man and pulling them close together.
"Spike…" John Paul's brow glistened with sweat, his heart raced and his breaths came in heavy laboured gasps.
Spike thrust hard and fast into John Paul before suddenly changing to slow and gentle, then back to hard again. John Paul never knew when Spike would change and the variations drove him to distraction.
Spike bit against John Paul's soft neck as he fucked the man slowly. Screwing Craig earlier had been exciting, but it had been rushed and he was glad to have the chance to savour this beautiful body a bit longer, but not too long as the need in his cock was growing with every thrust.
John Paul rested his forehead against his arms, trying to stifle his moans as Spike's cock drove deeply into him but his efforts at quiet were forgotten as Spike's hand suddenly grabbed at his throbbing erection, stroking it hard and fast and making John Paul cry out at the excruciating pleasure.
Spike sucked against John Paul's skin as he thrust faster, urging John Paul on with his hand until the man could hold off no longer.
John Paul's cries echoed into the stillness of the night as his cock throbbed hard and heavy in Spike's hand.
"Come for me John Paul," Spike said as the younger man began to tremble violently, "That's it… come hard…"
John Paul's cock pulsed out hotly over Spike's hand as his climax ripped through his body, leaving him breathless and shaky.
Spike moaned against John Paul's back as the man's body contracted deliciously around his cock, pulling his orgasm from his body as he thrust hard into John Paul, firing his hot load deep into him until he had nothing left to give.
Spike staggered back from John Paul, fastening his trousers with trembling hands as John Paul turned to face him, adjusting his own clothing.
"You are a very bad man," John Paul accused teasingly.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way," Spike replied confidently.
"True," John Paul admitted pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
"So anyway…" Spike continued.
"What?"
"When are we next inviting Craig around?"
---
Craig raised his hand to knock at the door and then hesitated. Something told him that he shouldn't knock and without pausing to think he pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
Craig's breath caught in his throat as he entered John Paul's bedroom. John Paul was lying on his bed, his arms clamped tightly around Spike's neck as they kissed. From where Craig stood he could tell it wasn't just a gentle kiss the two men were sharing. John Paul was moaning into Spike's mouth as his hands clawed at the man's body desperately. Craig felt like he should announce his presence, or leave, but the view before him was hypnotic and he stood entranced watching as Spike's hands roamed over John Paul.
Spike's powerful grip roamed over John Paul's thighs, squeezing hard at the flesh and making the man moan in frustration as his hands crept higher up those denim clad legs. John Paul's head was thrown back in a cry of pleasure as Spike's hand finally made contact with the growing hardness in his groin, massaging him strongly through his clothing and making him pant with desire.
Spike turned his head; his eyes glinted wickedly as they made contact with Craig's. There was no doubt in Craig's mind that Spike had been aware of his presence the second he entered the room. Just as he was certain that Spike's continuing teasing of John Paul was as much for Craig's benefit as it was for John Paul's.
"Our guest's here," Spike said with a smile as he stood up from the bed.
John Paul blinked open his eyes as he raised himself up on his elbows. His face was flushed and the realisation that Craig had just been watching him made his cock throb with excitement.
"We've been waiting for you," Spike said as he walked over to Craig, running his hand over the man's face, stroking his lips with one fingertip, "We were beginning to think you weren't gonna come." Spike took another step forward, his breath hot against Craig's face as he spoke, "And you know how much I want you to come…"
Craig felt his body react instantly to Spike's seductive tone and he reached out a hand to the man but Spike stepped back shaking his head.
Spike held out his hand to John Paul, who quickly got up from the bed, and pulled him close. His mouth pressed firmly against John Paul's for a second before he stepped away.
"Show me," Spike said simply as he walked to the other side of the room and leant against the window frame.
John Paul moved to Craig, his eyes shone brightly as he got closer and Craig could feel his heart racing wildly in his chest.
"Craig," John Paul breathed the name as he took a gentle hold of Craig's face, stepping forward to claim his mouth.
Their kiss began softly as they explored each other's lips. Craig's hands slid to John Paul's back, pulling the man against him, feeling the firmness in his jeans pressing against Craig's own erection, making him gasp into the heat of John Paul's kiss.
Spike watched the exchange with a smile on his face. He had always suspected that things could get hot between those two, he just hadn't realised how hot, or how fast and he settled back to enjoy the show.
John Paul slipped open the buttons of Craig's shirt, pushing the garment from the man's body to reveal his richly tanned skin beneath. John Paul kissed at Craig's chest hungrily, tasting at the sweetness of his skin, licking at the nipples that grew firm in his mouth as Craig dug his fingers into John Paul's scalp.
Lifting his face back to Craig's John Paul took hold of the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, his pale porcelain skin contrasting perfectly next to the deep colour of Craig's body, making him look even more angelic. But John Paul felt far from angelic as he pressed his chest against Craig's, pushing his tongue between the man's lips as his nails clawed at Craig's back.
Their kiss grew heavier and more frantic as they let their hands roam over each other, John Paul's hands reaching between Craig's legs to stroke at the hardness that strained against the fabric of his jeans.
"God John Paul," Craig gasped as John Paul slipped open his belt and, lowering his zip, slipped his hand into the heat of Craig's boxers.
Craig's legs trembled as John Paul's hand gripped him firmly, releasing his cock from the confines of his clothing and stroking over its length.
Spike licked his lips at the sight of Craig's cock in John Paul's hand, remembering the taste of it in his mouth and he fought back his urgent desire to join the two younger men. There would be time enough for that soon, for now he would content himself with watching and, as his hand moved to his own groin, it was certainly a most arousing sight.
Craig whimpered softly as John Paul released his hold of the man's cock but was placated when he realised the reason was to enable him to push Craig's trousers from his legs, quickly discarding them together with his shoes and underwear, leaving Craig totally naked in the centre of John Paul's bedroom.
John Paul remained kneeling on the floor, where he had ended up as he stripped Craig of his clothes, and looked up into the dark brown eyes above him. Craig's gaze was deep and heavy with lust and the very sight made John Paul's cock twitch with desire.
Reaching out a hand he stroked again over the length of Craig. Touching it slowly and softly as a deep sigh breathed from Craig's chest.
John Paul touched the tip of his tongue to Craig's cock, making it shudder in his grasp as his tongue teased lightly over its head and pushed gently into the delicate slit. Craig's eyes were fixed on John Paul's mouth as his lips parted ever to slightly to take the head of Craig's cock between them, his tongue still flicking enticingly over it.
John Paul breathed in the heady scent of Craig as he opened his mouth to take the man deeper into him. He had so often dreamed about being with Craig but he never thought it would happen, and he never thought it would be so good. Knowing that Spike, that his boyfriend, was only a few feet away watching as he sucked against another man's cock turned him on more than he would have believed possible. He wasn't sure if it was simply the idea of being watched or if it was because Spike was the one watching, either way John Paul began to suck against Craig's cock hungrily, taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth.
Craig moaned loudly as the heat of John Paul's mouth enveloped him. He grabbed for John Paul's face and held it firmly as he moved his hips slowly, easing his cock in and out of the mouth that continued to suck against it.
Craig started to thrust harder into John Paul's mouth as his desires grew. He cried out as he felt an unexpected touch parting his buttocks and a tongue plunging deep between.
Spike, unable to resist any longer, had fallen to his knees behind Craig and started to lap at the tight puckered ring nestled between his buttocks.
Craig's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as John Paul continued to suck hard against his cock and Spike pushed his tongue hard against his anus, making it quiver with excitement.
Spike's tongue ran in circles around Craig's tight hole before pushing into it, feeling the muscles relax the harder he pressed, lubricating the man with his saliva as he licked harder and harder against him.
John Paul cupped the weight of Craig's balls in his hand, rolling them gently together as he ran his mouth over the length of Craig's cock, sucking at the drops of precum with enthusiasm and then pushing his cock back deeper into his throat.
Craig's head swam with the combined sensations of his body and he trembled as the desire in him increased second upon second.
Spike fell back against his heels and smiled at the glistening hole winking back at him. Slipping his fingers into his mouth and coating them with saliva Spike leant forward and plunged one hard and fast into Craig.
Craig cried out suddenly, his hands falling to John Paul's shoulders for support as Spike's finger drove deep into him.
Spike didn't ease up for a second as he thrust his finger harder into Craig, making the man whimper with the agonising pleasure and then gasp louder as a second and then third finger joined with the first.
Spike's hand slammed hard against Craig's body, twisting inside him and making every inch of Craig's flesh shudder with excitement.
All too soon the presence of Spike's hand was gone and Craig instantly mourned its loss. Then, just as regretfully, the warmth of John Paul's mouth left his cock as John Paul was pulled to his feet by Spike.
The dark haired seducer and his blonde angel both looked at the naked form of Craig before them, the feeling of their eyes roaming over his body sending electrical pulses shooting through him.
"I think he's ready for you now," Spike breathed into John Paul's ear as he slowly released the blonde man from his jeans, pulling them slowly from his legs.
Once naked John Paul returned to Craig, their hard cocks pushing together as they embraced tightly.
"Are you sure you want this?" John Paul asked softly as he pressed his mouth gently to Craig's lips.
Craig curled his fingers around John Paul's cock, surprised about how good it felt in his head, remembering the feel of it in his mouth a few days earlier. "I want you," he said simply as he walked over to the bed.
Craig knelt on the bed, his back to John Paul, as the blonde man traced his hands up over the smooth warm skin, pushing Craig forward until he was resting on all fours.
Spike handed John Paul a bottle of lube that he generously poured over his cock, stroking it over the length, before guiding himself against Craig's body.
He hesitated for a moment. John Paul had desired Craig for so long and the reality of finally possessing him in this way both excited and terrified him. After taking this step there would be no going back, for either of them, but then things had already gone too far between them for their friendship to ever be what it was.
"God John Paul… please…" Craig's voice dripped with longing as he struggled with the agonising wait. He could feel the head of John Paul's cock pressing against him, hard enough to make him want it, but not hard enough to actually enter him.
John Paul took a deep breath as he held onto Craig's hips. Their friendship would never be the same, but something warm inside him told him that it could be better.
Pushing slowly forward John Paul gasped as he felt Craig's body open up to him. The muscles of his anus stretched to accommodate the girth of John Paul's cock, allowing him to slide deep inside with little resistance.
Craig's head drooped as he felt his body filled by John Paul. John Paul his beautiful friend, the friend who had once professed love for him, the friend who had always been there for him, the friend who felt so incredible as he plunged deep inside him.
John Paul closed his eyes and savoured every inch of Craig's flesh as he moved deeper into him, pushing gently but firmly inside until his entire being was consumed by the heat of Craig and John Paul was left panting at the sensation.
Spike stood quietly to one side as his boyfriend slowly and gently began to fuck another man. If Spike had been one for jealousy then he might have felt it at that moment. He could tell a feeling far beyond lust brought about the look on John Paul's face. He'd seen John Paul's expressions of desire many times, but what he saw in John Paul's startling blue eyes as they flickered open was something much deeper. Spike felt a moments regret that he would never get to be a part of those feeling but, as he continued to watch John Paul's cock plunging deep into Craig, he consoled himself with the part of this experience he could still join in with.
Spike pressed his hands to John Paul's waist as he stood behind him, touching his lips to John Paul's neck as the man moved with a slow steady rhythm into Craig.
"You look incredible doing that," Spike whispered into John Paul's ear, "You have no idea how much it turns me on watching you fuck someone else… and he really wants it John Paul… he really wants you fucking him hard."
John Paul closed his eyes as the warmth of Spike's chest pressed against his back, Spike's hands roaming over his body, rubbing his nipples and then squeezing them hard enough to make John Paul gasp.
Craig fingers curled into the bedding beneath him as John Paul's cock drove harder into him with each of Spike's words, the satisfying slap of skin against skin echoing around the room.
He turned his head in time to see Spike step to the side and quickly shed his clothing. Spike noticed Craig watching him and, licking his lips slowly, he ran his hands over his own body. Teasing at his nipples, making them stand out firmly, and then stroking down his chest and over his belly. Spike saw Craig swallow hard as his hand ran over the cock that was hard and firm in his grip.
Spike looked over to John Paul and noticed that the blonde man had also turned his head to watch and he relished the feeling of both those gorgeous young men watching him touch himself. Spike's gaze flicked between his two lovers as he stroked his cock hard and slow, watching their eyes follow his every move as John Paul's thrusts into Craig seemed to intensify.
It took a moment for Spike to decide who he wanted more at that moment in time, his desire to fuck them both was incredible but he knew that given time he would be able to enjoy both of their virile bodies many times over.
Climbing onto the bed Spike stood astride Craig's back, his legs pressing into Craig's sides as he fed his cock into the welcoming home of John Paul's mouth.
Releasing one hand from Craig's hip John Paul took a hold of the base of Spike's cock as he sucked it deeply into him. Spike was too aroused to hold back and he bucked his hips, forcing his cock deep into John Paul's throat and causing a momentary gagging reflex from the man.
Holding John Paul's face firmly Spike began to fuck his mouth. He realised that if he tilted his head at just the right angle he could not only see his cock plunging deep into that gorgeous face but he also got to watch as John Paul's cock continued to plough hard inside Craig.
Craig's breathing was heavy and laboured as John Paul drove deeper and deeper into him. He could tell by the slurping sounds above him that John Paul was feasting on the thickness of Spike's cock and the thought made him burn with a jealous desire, but he wasn't totally certain if it was because he wanted to be the one sucking on Spike's cock, or if he wanted to be the one inside John Paul's mouth.
Spike held onto John Paul's face as he thrust into his mouth harder and harder. He knew that the younger man was struggling to accommodate him as he drove deeper into his throat but Spike was too aroused to slow down, he needed the sweet release that was building fast inside him, he wanted to come in John Paul's mouth and he wanted the man to drink in every drop of him.
"Oh god John Paul…" Spike's voice shook as his body trembled, his cock plunging deep into John Paul's beautiful mouth that sucked against him with perfection. "God yes… suck me… suck me hard…"
John Paul's cheeks were hollowed out as he sucked firmly against the throbbing member that was pushing into his throat, his mouth filled with a sudden explosion of heat as Spike cried out, thrusting hard into John Paul's mouth as he came, pouring every ounce of his desire down John Paul's hungry throat.
Spike's body shook as he raised his leg over Craig and allowed himself to fall onto the bed beside the two men.
John Paul licked the drops of Spike from his lips as he speeded up his thrusts into Craig. His cock was aching with the need for a release and the thought of coming inside Craig made him shudder with anticipation.
Spike reached out a hand and took hold of Craig's throbbing cock, stroking it firmly and quickly to the accompanying gasps from the younger man.
"Fuck him hard," Spike urged his gorgeous boyfriend, "He really wants it… he wants to feel you come in him…" Spike squeezed Craig's cock harder making the young man cry out with desperation. "Tell him how much you want it Craig," Spike insisted as he rubbed Craig's cock faster, "Tell him…"
"Oh god John Paul…" Craig panted as John Paul's cock slammed hard and fast into him, colliding with that exquisite spot that he had never known before and pushing him ever closer to climax, "Come in me John Paul… god I wanna feel you come…"
John Paul cried out, unable to hold back his desires any longer as his orgasm ripped through him, making him thrust harder into Craig's body as he came, filling the man's tight flesh with his liquid heat.
Craig felt the man pulsing inside him as Spike's hand stroked him harder and faster until his cock exploded in Spike's grip. Craig screamed in pleasure, his climax soaring through his flesh before John Paul's had even ended, leaving them trembling and panting in unison.
The three men lay in a tangled, satisfied heap on John Paul's bed, exhausted and uncertain they would ever be able to move again.
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"John Paul I'm home," Myra's voice called up the stairs, "You boys still in? D'you want me to bring you some teas?"
John Paul leapt from his bed. "No mum that's OK," he called back, "We'll be down in a sec."
Spike laughed as John Paul and Craig both scrambled for their clothes.
"Spike get dressed," John Paul hissed.
"What if I don't want to?" Spike teased.
"Spike… please…"
Spike chuckled and reached for his clothing. Teasing John Paul was always such fun – whatever format that teasing might take.
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The three men entered the kitchen just Myra placed three mugs of tea on the table.
"Perfect timing," She said with a smile and then looked at the men with a worried frown. "You all OK? You look a bit flushed."
John Paul felt a deeper blush rise to his cheeks.
"We were playing video games," Spike lied with a smile, "You know how carried away we can get…"
"Boys!" Myra said with a laugh, "So who won?"
"Spike came first," Craig said trying to hold back a giggle, "Then John Paul… I came last…"
"Never mind," Myra sympathised at the young man's apparent good grace over losing the game.
"Nah," Craig said taking hold of his drink, "There's no shame in coming last after those two…"