Jack sighed as it sprang out of its cage. Sam stared at the monster with undisguised fascination. There would be time for him to look later, Jack decided. An unfamiliar impatience was on him. He wanted to feel Sam’s mouth. He stroked his hard cock and lined it up with Sam’s lips. “Open.”
Sam’s mouth came open, and Jack firmly took hold of his hair. He planted his feet and eased his dick into Sam’s mouth. If he worried that he’d have to direct Sam’s every move, that anxiety was immediately shoved away. Sam’s mouth closed over Jack’s cock, and his tongue ran over it, licking him from base to head and back again.
Jack groaned. Sam’s mouth felt completely different from Abby’s. Abby’s tongue was small, and he struggled to force his dick into her little mouth. There was no such trouble with Sam. Sam swallowed him down easily. His lips closed over Jack’s erection, and he sucked in long passes. His head worked up and down. Jack found himself fucking hard into Sam’s mouth, trying to find that soft place at the back of his throat. Sam might not have given a blow job before, but he was a natural. Jack felt himself rushing toward orgasm.
“Stop.” Jack pulled out of Sam’s mouth. He looked down at the man he’d been with since they were both teens. It felt good and right to be with him this way. He wanted this first time to last. “You’re mouth is like a furnace, Sam. I don’t want to come, yet. Abby?”
He turned slightly, and Abby’s little tongue ran across him. He hissed between clenched teeth. If Sam was a Hoover, Abby was a little butterfly running across his dick. He loved the differences between them. They were his, he thought with deep emotion. They were finally both his.
“Lick my balls, Abby,” he demanded. “Play for just a minute, then I’m going to shoot my cum straight down Sam’s throat.”
Abby ran her small hand around his balls just the way he liked it. She gently cupped them, rolling the sac up as she sucked the pre-cum weeping from the slit of his cock. After a moment, she bent down and licked the line separating his balls. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth. His balls drew up, ready to shoot off. She felt so good.
Jack pulled her off gently. She sat back as he turned back to Sam. “Suck my cock, Sam.” He tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair as he fed him his cock. Sam’s tongue immediately started rolling over him, and Jack knew he wouldn’t last long. “Relax, Sam. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Just concentrate on breathing and following my directions.”
Sam relaxed slightly. His tongue still teased the underside of Jack’s cock, but he gave up control of the movement. Jack took over. He gave in to his instincts. Sam could take a hell of a lot more than Abby could. Jack could be a little brutal, and it would just get Sam hot. Jack ruthlessly fucked Sam’s mouth. He hit the back of Sam’s throat and pressed down before pulling back almost to his lips. Those lips sucked, desperately trying to keep him in. Jack could have explained he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was concentrating on the way his balls hit Sam’s chin when he shoved his way in.
“I’m going to come, Samuel,” Jack said, the words harsh to his own ears. His eyes found Abby’s hot, hazel ones. He was certain her little pussy was dripping by now. “Tell him what I want, Abby.” He wanted to hear her sweet feminine voice tell their lover exactly what he required.
She moved close to Sam. “He wants you to suck him dry. Oh, baby, he tastes so good. Swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”
Her hands ran up Sam’s sides, and her tongue traced Sam’s ear. Jack allowed it because Sam didn’t miss a beat. His mouth sucked hard at his cock, daring him to come. Jack’s balls drew up painfully. He groaned as he hit the back of Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed, and Jack felt himself shooting off jets of steaming cum. Sam worked furiously, milking him for every drop.
“Lick it all off.” Abby was whispering in Sam’s ear. Jack knew she was going to start rubbing herself soon. She wouldn’t be able to help it. “Let me help,” she practically begged, and then Jack was treated to two tongues running along his softening cock.
He watched the lovely sight of his gorgeous subs licking him clean. Their tongues played along his dick, running against each other lovingly. He let his hands find their heads and stroked them both. He chuckled. His dick was already starting to get hard again. Fucking both Sam and Abigail would be hard work. “Enough,” he ordered softly. Sam would be going out of his mind at this point. Jack could see his hands were shaking with need. Samuel was very impatient. It was a problem he intended to work on, but not tonight.
“Jack?” Sam was breathing heavily. His mouth was red and swollen. Jack leaned over and brushed his lips across Sam’s. He could taste himself there.
“Go on, Sam,” he said softly.
Sam was on his feet, lifting Abigail in his arms before Jack could step out of his slacks. “Samuel, the bedroom please.”
Sam cursed and turned. Jack knew what he had been planning. Sam would have found the nearest flat surface and shoved his dick into Abigail the minute he got her legs spread. As Jack intended to join them, he preferred the bed. Sam disappeared into the bedroom. Jack heard Sam grunt and knew it hadn’t taken him long to start fucking their wife. He probably still had his clothes on. Jack shook his head and stripped out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly. He walked into the big bedroom and was greeted with the sight he’d expected. Sam had Abby on the edge of the king-sized bed with her fuck-me shoes wrapped around his neck. He stood driving his dick into her pussy with a single-minded strength. He’d gotten his shirt off, but his pants had simply been shoved down far enough to set his cock free. It was a lovely sight. Sam had a damn near perfect body, and Abby was so feminine it made him sigh to think of her. He watched them for a moment. Sam was dragging in oxygen as he pounded into Abby. Jack could tell from the way he was starting to tense that Sam was getting close.
“Sam, you are not allowed to come, yet,” Jack said with his arms across his chest.
Sam turned his head to look at him. His handsome face was wearing a startled expression. He didn’t stop fucking Abby, but he did slow down. “What do you mean, Jack? I gotta come. I’m dying here.”
“You should have thought about that before you pulled that shit tonight.” Jack strode over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. It was where Julian kept the toys. It was his version of a mini-bar. Jack selected a tube of lubricant, though he noted a few other items they would need very soon.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop from coming, Jack,” Sam said a little desperately.
Abby didn’t seem to be paying a bit of attention to them. She bucked her hips up trying to force Sam to fuck her harder. Jack swatted her hand as she tried to toy with her clit.
“Mine, Abigail.” He was amused at the way she pouted and gave him her sad puppy eyes. It wasn’t going to work. “Did you think I would let you get away with all the shit you’ve pulled? Do I even know all of it?”
“No.” Sam pulled out of Abby. She whimpered at the loss.
“Hands and knees, Abby,” Jack ordered. “Sam, underneath her. You take her pussy.”
Sam sighed. “Thank god.” He threw himself under her and was pulling her down onto his cock before Jack could get the lube open. Sam gritted his teeth as he thrust up into her. “You feel so fucking good, Abby. I’m going to fill you up tonight.”