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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 10
I entered the apartment, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. The click of the door behind me echoed through the grand space, the sound bouncing off the polished marble floors and high ceilings. I tossed my keys onto the sleek console table by the entrance, the jangle of metal against wood piercing the silence.
The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, streaming in through the large bay windows. The golden light cast long shadows across the plush velvet sofas and ornate wooden furniture, giving the illusion of a warm, inviting space. But I knew better.
"Home already?" Tom's voice floated towards me from the living room. I found him sprawled on the sofa, a book open on his lap, a glass of wine on the coffee table. His eyes met mine, a hint of wariness in them. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he held himself coiled, ready to spring.
"Yeah," I replied, loosening my tie as I walked towards him.
"How was work. And how did it go with Chloe?"
"Could we talk about it a little later ?" I asked, avoiding his gaze.
I wasn't ready to discuss the heated words exchanged with my daughter and the weight of her ultimatum. I needed a moment to process, to push down the guilt that threatened to consume me.
"Sure thing, boss", Tom said with a smile.
He closed his book, setting it aside. "You've had a long day. How about I pour you a drink and give you a proper welcome home?"
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Oh, really? And what exactly does a 'proper welcome home' entail?"
Tom leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Well, it starts with a drink," he said, gesturing to the glass of amber liquid he'd poured for me. "Scotch, neat, just the way you like it."
I took the glass, our fingers brushing, the brief contact sending a jolt through me. I downed the drink in one go, the burn welcome, grounding.
"Then," Tom continued, his voice dropping an octave, "it moves on to a proper greeting."
He stood up, closing the distance between us. His hands went to my chest, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. I bent down to kiss him, my tongue forcing its way into his mouth, tasting the wine he'd been drinking. He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I ground against him, my own dick stirring in response.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my hands moving to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "Well, tonight I have a surprise for you."
Tom looked at me, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
I stepped back, putting some distance between us.
"I've invited someone for dinner." I watched as Tom's expression changed, the lust in his eyes replaced by confusion.
"Who?" he asked, his voice guarded.
I walked over to the window, looking out at the city skyline.
"Harrison," I said, turning back to face him.
I saw the surprise register on Tom's face, followed by a flash of something else. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Why is he coming for dinner?" Tom asked.
I shrugged, trying to play it casual.
"I thought it would be nice."
I wasn't really clear of my own motives for inviting Harrison. Part of me wanted to show Tom that I could trust him, that I wasn't worried about his attraction to Harrison. Another part of me wanted to put them in the same room, to see how they interacted, to watch for any signs of... what? Betrayal? Desire? I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the hunger in Tom's eyes.
"I'll go to the kitchen preparing", I said. "Why don't you open a bottle of wine? Something red, full-bodied. We can let it breathe while we... prepare."
Tom nodded, his eyes still filled with questions, but he didn't press further. I heard him rummaging through the wine rack, the clink of glass against glass as he selected a bottle. I began to prepare dinner, the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables and searing meat grounding me.
As I cooked, I could feel Tom's eyes on me, his gaze burning into my back. I knew he was watching me, his mind racing with questions. I could feel the tension in the room, the air thick with unspoken words and pent-up lust.
"Need any help?" Tom asked, his voice close behind me. I turned to find him leaning against the counter, a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes gleaming in the soft light.
"No," I replied, my voice sharp. "I've got it under control."
Tom raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is that so?" he asked, taking a step closer.
At that moment, the doorbell rang . Tom's eyes widened, his gaze darting towards the entrance.
"He's here," I said, wiping my hands on a cloth.
"What should I do?" Tom asked, a slight tremor in his voice.
"Answer the door," I replied, my voice steady. "Offer him a drink. I'll finish up here."
Tom took a deep breath, steeling himself before walking towards the door. I heard the soft murmur of voices, the clink of glasses, the low hum of small talk. I focused on the food, but my mind was elsewhere, my body tense with anticipation.
As I entered the living room, Harrison stood there, chatting with Tom . He had a bottle of wine tucked under his arm, his smile wide and genuine. I felt a pang of jealousy seeing the two of them together, their laughter filling the room. I pushed the feeling aside, greeting Harrison with a firm handshake.
"Good to see you, Philip," Harrison said, his eyes flicking between Tom and me. "And I see you've introduced Tom to the finer things in life." He gestured to the wine glass in Tom's hand, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Something like that," I replied.
"Now, let's get dinner on the table. Tom, could you help me bring the dishes into the dining room?"
Tom nodded, setting his wine glass down. As we moved around the kitchen, our arms brushed, our fingers entwined briefly before we pulled away. The tension between us was palpable.
"What did you two talk about", I asked.
"Nothing much", Tom replied. "Harrison asked how the work hunt is going. Looks like he has a friend in real estate."
"Isn't that nice", I said.
The irony of my statement was lost on Tom , but not on Harrison. I saw him suppress a smile as he carried the dishes into the dining room.
Over dinner, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and clinking glasses. Harrison regaled us with stories from his years in law, making Tom laugh more than I'd seen in weeks. I watched them, the way their eyes met, the easy way they talked. I felt a twinge of unease, but I pushed it down, focusing instead on the warmth of the wine in my belly, the comfort of the familiar. This was my new home, my new life.
"You haven't told me how you two met", Harrison said. "I'm curious."
Tom and I exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between us. I could see the question in his eyes, the hesitation. We couldn't reveal that I seduced him while he was engaged to my daughter.
"It's complicated", Tom said. "Philip and I met... under unusual circumstances."
He took a sip of his wine, his eyes darting to me. I kept my expression neutral, letting him navigate this tricky terrain.
"Unusual, huh?" Harrison raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Do tell."
Tom hesitated, then a slow smile spread across his face.
"Well, Philip here was... persuasive."
He reached out, his hand resting on my thigh under the table. I could feel the heat of his palm through my pants, the slight pressure of his fingers. My cock stirred in response.
"Let's move to the living room for a nightcap, shall we?"
Harrison nodded, standing up and grabbing his glass of wine. Tom followed suit, his hand lingering on my back as we made our way to the plush seating area. I could feel the heat of his touch, the electricity that always seemed to buzz between us. Harrison was wearing a tight black shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest, the top buttons undone, revealing a hint of the hair beneath. His jeans hugged his thighs, the denim worn and faded. I could see the outline of his cock, thick and long, pressing against the fabric. I wanted to see Tom with him, to see how they moved together, to see if there was anything between them.
As I sat down with my drink in the couch, Tom and Harrison stood by the bar cart, their heads bent together as they poured another round of drinks. The way they leaned into each other, their shoulders touching, the easy way they laughed, it all sent a jolt of jealousy through me. I pushed it down, focusing instead on the burn of the whiskey in my glass.
Harrison looked at Tom , a devilish smile playing on his lips.
"I have a question for you."
"Shoot," Tom replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Is Philip the only man you've ever had?"
My heart skipped a beat, my hand tightening around my glass. I watched as Tom turned to face Harrison; his expression guarded.
"What are you saying, Harrison?"
"I'm saying that I find you very sexy."
I could feel the tension in the air, the way it crackled and popped as Harrison closed the distance between them. Tom's eyes widened; surprise etched across his face. He looked at me, his expression filled with questions. I gave him a small nod, trying to convey my consent, my trust.
Harrison put down his glass, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He stepped closer, his body brushing against Tom's. I could see the way Tom's breath caught in his throat, the slight shiver that ran through him. Harrison's hands went to Tom's hips, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. I could see the way Tom reacted to Harrison's touch, the slight tremble in his hands as he reached up to touch his face.
"I've wanted you since the moment I met you," Harrison said.
I watched as Harrison's hands moved from Tom's hips, up his back, and into his hair. He pulled Tom's head back, exposing the long line of his neck. He trailed kisses down, from Tom's earlobe to his collarbone. Tom let out a low moan, his fingers digging into Harrison's biceps.
My own dick was rock hard at this point, straining against my pants. Harrison's mouth found Tom's. Hesitantly, Tom parted his lips , allowing Harrison's tongue to explore. The kiss was hungry, and aggressive. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing in my pants. I could see the outline of Harrison's cock, thick and long, pressing against Tom's thigh. Tom's hands moved to Harrison's chest, his fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Harrison groaned, pulling back from the kiss. "I want to see more of you."
He started to unbutton Tom's shirt, his fingers deft and sure. Tom's breath hitched as Harrison revealed more of his smooth chest, his abdominals clenching in anticipation. Once the shirt was fully open, Harrison pushed it off Tom's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He took a moment to appreciate Tom's body, his eyes roving over the toned muscles, the defined lines.
"Fuck, you're a work of art," Harrison murmured, his voice laced with need.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing a path from Tom's collarbone down to his navel. Tom gasped, his hands fisting Harrison's hair, pulling him closer. I started to unzip my pants, since my cock was throbbing painfully against the fabric. I took it out, stroking it slowly, enjoying the show before me. Harrison's tongue moved up again, circling one of Tom's nipples, then the other. Tom's head fell back, his eyes closed. Harrison's hands moved to Tom's belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. He unbuttoned Tom's pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, leaving him completely naked, his hard cock standing at attention.
"Fuck, look at you," Harrison growled. "You're a dream come true."
Tom looked at me , his eyes filled with lust and uncertainty. I could see the questions swirling in his mind, the hesitation. But I also saw the desire, the hunger. He wanted this, wanted Harrison, and I wanted to give it to him.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice low and steady. "Let's see what you've got, Harrison."
Harrison smirked, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately. He shrugged it off, revealing a hairy chest, his nipples hard and dark. I could see the definition of his abs, the way they led down to the V of his hips. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a loud click. He unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, stepping out of them completely. His cock was thick and long, uncut, the head peeking out from its foreskin.
It was already hard, standing at full attention. It had a much wider girth than mine, and Tom's eyes widened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He looked at me, then back at Harrison. It was a look of apprehension, fear even.
"Fuck, Harrison," Tom breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're... you're big."
Tom's voice was laced with awe and a hint of apprehension. Harrison chuckled, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, giving it a slow stroke.
"You can handle it, Tom. I promise. I'll go slow at first." He looked at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That is, if Philip doesn't mind sharing."
I felt a surge of jealousy, but also a thrill at the thought of watching them together. I took a deep breath, pushing down the urge to claim Tom for myself.
"I don't mind," I said, my voice steady. "I want to see you two together."
I leaned back on the couch, my hand still stroking my cock, my eyes never leaving Tom's face. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the hesitation. I wanted to see him taken, to see him filled by another man while I watched. I wanted to see him come undone, to hear him scream in pleasure.
Harrison stepped closer to Tom; his hand still wrapped around his thick cock. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Tom's ear.
"I want to fuck you, Tom. I want to feel your tight little ass around my cock."
Tom shivered. He looked at me, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. I nodded, encouraging him, my own cock throbbing in my hand. I pushed my pants down over my hips, freeing my erection. I stroked it slowly, my eyes locked onto Tom's. I could see the anticipation in his eyes, the thirst for what was about to happen.
Harrison's hand on Tom's hip tightened, pulling him close. Their cocks rubbed against each other. Harrison's other hand moved to Tom's ass, squeezing the firm flesh. Tom's head fell back, exposing his neck, and Harrison took advantage, kissing and biting the soft skin.
"Fuck, Harrison," Tom panted, his hands gripping Harrison's swelling biceps. "Your cock... it's so fucking big."
Harrison just grinned, his hand still stroking his thick member.
"You can take it, Tom. I'll make you feel so fucking good."
Harrison growled, his hands moving to Tom's ass, lifting him up.
Tom wrapped his legs around Harrison's waist, their cocks rubbing against each other. Harrison carried Tom to the plush rug, laying him down gently. He stood back, his eyes roving over Tom's body, taking in every inch of his smooth skin, his toned muscles.
"You're perfection," Harrison muttered. "I knew you would be."
He knelt on the rug, his knees on either side of Tom's hips. He leaned down, his mouth finding Tom's, forcing in his tongue. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Harrison's hair, pulling him closer. I watched as Harrison's hands moved to Tom's thighs, pushing them apart roughly. Tom's cock stood hard and proud, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Harrison broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Tom's cock.
"Fuck, I need to taste you," Harrison growled.
He moved down Tom's body, his tongue trailing a path from Tom's belly button to the base of his cock. Tom shivered, his breath coming in short gasps as Harrison's tongue reached his pubic area. Harrison gripped Tom's cock at the base, his other hand cupping Tom's balls. He looked up at Tom, a wicked grin on his face.
"Your skin taste fucking amazing," he said, his voice gravelly with desire. "I can't wait to taste your cock."
Without warning, he took Tom into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick shaft. Tom let out a loud whimper, his hips bucking upwards, trying to push more of his cock into Harrison's mouth.
"Fuck, Harrison, that feels so good," Tom panted, his hands fisting Harrison's hair, guiding his head up and down.
Harrison took Tom's cock deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, tasting the pre-cum that leaked out. Tom's whimpering sounds filled the room, as his hips kept thrusting in rhythm with Harrison's bobbing head. I could see the pleasure etched on Tom's face, the way his eyes fluttered closed, his mouth open in a silent scream. I stroked my cock faster, the sight of them together pushing me closer to the edge. Harrison let go of Tom's cock and looked at me.
"Got any lube?" Harrison asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, getting up from the couch and walking towards the bedroom. I returned with a bottle of lube, tossing it to Harrison. He caught it, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.
"Turn over, Tom," Harrison commanded, his voice firm.
Tom hesitated for a moment, then rolled onto his stomach. Harrison knelt behind him, his hands gripping Tom's ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I could see Tom's hole, pink and tight. The contrast between the two men was almost obscene. Harrison's muscular, hairy thighs against Tom's smooth, firm ass. Tom's breath hitched as Harrison drizzled lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up, then applying it to Tom's ass.
"Fuck, that's cold," Tom hissed, his body tensing.
Harrison chuckled, his other hand rubbing Tom's back in soothing circles. "Don't worry, baby. It'll warm up soon enough."
He pressed a finger against Tom's hole, rubbing it in small circles. Tom pushed back against Harrison's finger, trying to take it in. Harrison let out a low chuckle, his finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Harrison muttered, his finger moving in and out of Tom's ass, stretching him.
Tom breathing got harder, his face still pressed into the rug, his hips moving in rhythm with Harrison's finger.
"That's it, baby. Take my finger. You're doing so good," Harrison cooed, his voice low and encouraging.
I could see the way Tom reacted to his words, the way his body relaxed, allowing Harrison's finger to go deeper. To watch it was torture , my cock throbbing in my hand, desperate for release. I wanted to join them, to feel Tom's tight ass around my cock, but I also wanted to watch, to see Harrison claim him.
Harrison added another finger, stretching Tom open. Tom's moans grew louder, his hips moving in time with Harrison's fingers. I could see the sweat beading on his back, the way his muscles tensed and released. Harrison's fingers moved in and out of Tom's ass, stretching him, preparing him. Tom's yelping filled the room, a mix of pleasure and pain.
"I can't... it's too big," Tom panted, his body tensing as Harrison's thick cock pressed against his hole.
Harrison paused, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Tom's back.
"Take a deep breath, Tom," Harrison coached, his voice low and steady. "Push out as I push in. It'll make it easier."
Tom nodded, taking a deep breath, and then let it out slowly as Harrison began to push his cock into him. I could see the concentration on Harrison's face, the way he held his breath as he inched his way inside. Tom's body tensed, his fingers gripping the rug beneath him, his knuckles turning white.
"Fuck, it hurts," Tom grunted, his voice strained.
Harrison paused, his cock halfway inside Tom's ass, giving him time to adjust. I could see the effort it took Harrison to hold back, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched.
"Goddamit, Tom. Let me in!"
Harrison shouted, driving his cock deeper into Tom's tight ass. I could see how Tom gritted his teeth, wanting, not wanting to succumb to the older man's cock.
"Oh goddamn, you feel too good", Harrison growled.
Tom's head snapped back, his mouth open in a silent scream, and his knuckles were white from gripping the plush rug beneath him. Harrison bent over his slippery, sweat-covered back, whispering dirty words into Tom's ear.
"Fuck yes, you deserve this. You want it, don't you?"
Tom's body tensed and he whimpered. I watched in awe as Harrison's dark, glistening cock sank deeper into Tom's tight little hole, bit by bit.
"Oh god!"
Tom screamed out, the sounds slightly muffled by the thick tug, as Harrison slammed deeper into him. Finally, his pubic hair rested against Tom's ass.
"You took all of me, Tom. You're such a good boy, taking it like that", Harrison said with a gruff voice.
Harrison gripped Tom's hips tightly and began to thrust harder and faster into his wet, stretched ass.
"Oh fuck, yes, Tom! Like that, fuck."
He groaned loudly and began to lick and bite at Tom's neck. Tom lithe body writhed beneath him, incoherent sounds tumbling from his lips in a continuous stream. I couldn't take my eyes off of their perfect bodies, glistening with sweat. My cock throbbed mercilessly in my hand as I watched them. He moaned loudly and began to lick and bite at Tom's neck. Tom lithe body writhed beneath him, moans tumbling from his lips in a continuous stream. I couldn't take my eyes off of their perfect bodies, glistening with sweat and slick with lube. My cock throbbed mercilessly in my hand as I watched them. I pulled my pants down to my knees and began to stroke myself harder as I sat on the leather couch, my eyes locked on their writhing bodies. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated only by their low moans and gasps.
Harrison's thrusts became faster, more urgent. I could see Tom's toes curl as he arched his back, meeting Harrison's every thrust. I knew he was close to the edge, his breathing quickened, and his fingers clawed helplessly at the rug. I couldn't stand to just watch anymore. I rose from the couch and stood in front of Tom; his eyes glazed from the intense pounding he was receiving. I looked at Harrison, who was deep inside Tom, his hips moving with precise rhythm. We locked eyes, and I knew he wanted me to join in. I rose from the couch and went in front of Tom, who looked up at me with a vacant look in his eyes.
I grabbed his head and aligned it with my cock. He opened his mouth, taking me in halfway. I thrust my hips forward, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but didn't stop sucking me off, his tongue working the underside of my cock. I looked down and watched as Harrison continued to pound into Tom, who moaned around my cock with each hard thrust.
"Your little slut loves it, Daniel," Harrison grunted as he slammed into him.
My cock was at the back of Tom's throat, muffling his whimpers of pleasure and pain. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by our shared, uneven breaths. Tom's head tilted up, his face a mask of pure bliss.
I could see the strain in his muscles as Harrison fucked him relentlessly, but his expression was serene, lost in a sea of pleasure. I started to fuck his mouth in rhythm with Harrison's thrusts into his ass, my hands buried in his soft hair. It was a perfect symphony of flesh and moans, obscene in its intensity.
I watched as Harrison's cock disappeared inside Tom's ass over and over again, slick with lube and Tom's own desires. Harrison's hairy body was amazing to look at as he dominated Tom, hard and rippled with muscles that were glistening with sweat. I felt the heat of my own arousal burning through my veins as my cock was enveloped by Tom's wet, hot mouth. I grabbed his neck, his hair woven in my fingers as I began to fuck his mouth with every forceful motion of Harrison's hips into Tom's ass.
"Harrison, he's going to come," I grunted, looking down at Tom's hunched form writhing and moaning in pleasure.
I could feel him choking on my cock and I didn't want him to pass out. Harrison responded by pulling out.
"Let's take this to the bedroom", I said.
I helped Tom up from the floor, his body trembling from the intense fucking. His lips were red and swollen from sucking my cock so greedily. I guided him towards the bedroom, our sweaty bodies sticky with sweat and lube. Once inside, Harrison pushed Tom onto the bed while I retrieved some more lube from my nightstand.
"It`s my turn, baby," I said, spreading his legs wide and kneeling between them.
Watching Tom being fucked by another man, had been incredibly erotic. I applied some lube to my fingers and eased them inside of Tom, feeling him contract around my intrusion. I kneaded his asscheeks as I teased him, enjoying the sound of Tom's moans as I applied more pressure with my fingers. He turned his head as he panted for breath, looking up at me with a pleading expression on his face. I obliged, leaning down to cover his mouth with mine.
As I kissed Tom, he reciprocated eagerly, hungry for more. I reluctantly eased myself away from him, allowing him to take a few deep breaths. His perfect body lay on display, his chest flushed pink in the low light. Harrison looked at me with hungry eyes, urging me on.
I added another finger, stretching Tom further. He grunted, pushing back against my fingers, urging me to go deeper. I couldn't believe how sexy it was to watch Tom thrash beneath me, begging for more. He was such a pretty slut.
"Yes, baby, just like that," I whispered in his ear. "Take it all."
Harrison's cock was still hard as he stood beside the bed, watching as I got in between Tom's legs, still spread wide. I had three fingers inside of him now, so slick with lube that it was almost obscene. I eased my fingers out of him.
"You ready for this, baby?" I asked Tom, my voice hoarse with desire.
Tom looked up at me with a glazed expression, his eyes heavy with lust.
"Yes, Daddy", he breathed out. "Please."
I lined myself up with Tom's entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch. His sphincter clenched around me, hot and tight, as he breathed out in a low whimper of submission. I paused for a moment, allowing him to adjust to my size. He was so tight around me, it felt like heaven.
"Fuck, Tom, you feel amazing," I hissed, looking down at his smooth body as he took me in.
I looked down at him , his perfect body taking me in. Tom's ass was pink and swollen from being fucked by Harrison earlier, and now it was my turn to claim him. I started to move, slowly at first, but then with more urgency as I felt him begin to relax around me.
"Yes, Phillip," Tom cried out, feeling me bottoming out inside him.
Tom's cock was hard against his stomach, the head leaking precum. Harrison watched us with a hungry expression as he started to stroke himself.
I pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, hard and deep. Tom's body shook beneath me, his hands gripping the sheets as I picked up the tempo.
"Yes, Phil, yes!" Tom grunted, urging me to go faster. He bent his legs over my shoulders, and I continued my assault on his sweet ass. His taut muscles gripped my cock tightly, making me see white spots in front of my eyes.
"Fuck, you're so tight!" I exclaimed, reaching down to take hold of Tom's cock.
I began to pump it in rhythm with my thrusts, and Tom let out a series of loud screams. His eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back, his body shaking with pleasure. I could feel myself nearing the point of no return, my balls tightening with each thrust.
Harrison moved closer to us, his thick cock in hand, his eyes locked onto Tom's lips. Tom opened his mouth without hesitation, taking Harrison's cock between his lips and sucking hard. Harrison groaned, his head falling back as he began to fuck Tom's mouth. His girth was a struggle for Tom , but he managed to take it all while still getting fucked hard by me. With each thrust, Harrison's balls slapped against Tom's chin, leaving sticky trails of precum on his skin.
Tom was a sight to behold, his smooth skin glistening with sweat, his hole stretched to its limits around my cock, his lips wrapped tightly around Harrison's. His body shook as he took our combined assault, a desperate need in his eyes. I could feel the tell-tale tingling in my spine, the pressure building up as I kept pounding into him. My hands trailed the hard planes of his abs, his body arching with each thrust.
"Yeah, Tom, that's it," I groaned, my voice low and guttural.
Harrison was not far behind, his hips moving in rhythm with mine as he fucked Tom's mouth. Tom's screams grew louder and louder, filling the room with a primal sound. I could see his chest heave violently.
"God, that's fucking perfect," Harrison grunted, his grip tightening on Tom's head as he thrust deeper into his throat.
The sight of Tom's beautiful, slender body being taken by two powerful men was driving me insane. I took in every inch of him, from his toned, muscular thighs, to his firm, tight ass that gripped my cock like a vice. I could see the red, swollen ring of his asshole, stretched wide around my shaft. I ran my hands over the smooth, taught skin of his pecs, feeling his muscles contract and release as he whimpered helplessly beneath me. Sweat dripped from his hairless chest and abs, glistening like pearls in the dim light of the room. His face flushed red with exertion. His lips were parted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Harrison continued to thrust into his mouth.
I looked down at my own hairy body, my muscles slick with sweat. I could feel the tension building in my legs as I pushed myself deeper into Tom's tight hole. Harrison looked like he was about to burst, his eyes half-closed as he thrust in and out of Tom's mouth.
"Yeah, Harrison, fuck his mouth," I growled as I slammed harder into Tom's ass.
Tom's body tightened and then with a high-pitched wailing, he was coming all over himself, his juices spurting out onto his stomach and chest. Harrison's eyes opened wide as he saw Tom cumming. This seemed to push him too over the edge, and with a growl he started to ejaculate, filling Tom's mouth with his hot, sticky load. I watched as Tom tried to swallow it all, his eyes watering as Harrison's thick white cum dribbled out of the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this sent me over the edge as well, and I let out a primal scream as I too started to come. My cock twitched violently inside of Tom's tight ass, spurting jet after jet of hot, white cum deep inside of him. My legs trembled as I continued to pump in and out of him, feeling my orgasm ripple through my entire body. I felt how my semen trickled out of his hole.
Harrison pulled out of Tom's mouth, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked down at Tom's cum-covered stomach and chest. Tom lay there, breathing heavily, as sweat dripped from his body. I slowly pulled out of him, my cock leaving his tight, warm ass with a wet popping sound. I couldn't help but leaned down to kiss him again, feeling the taste of Harrison's cum still lingering on his lips.
"God, you're amazing, Tom," I murmured, my hand trailing down his abs and between his legs, feeling the evidence of his own powerful orgasm.
His body quivered beneath me as I traced my fingers around his sensitive opening, feeling him shiver in response. He was filled to the brim with my sticky juices, his ass refusing to release it. I leaned down to kiss his neck, breathing heavily against his sweaty skin.
Harrison stood from the bed, his cock still rock hard and glistening with Tom's saliva.
"I better get going," he said, a small chuckle in his voice. He turned to me and added, "Thanks for the party, Philip."
"Anytime, Harrison," I replied, my voice still husky from the recent exertion.
Harrison gave us both a wink before making his way out of the bedroom, leaving Tom and me alone in our post-coital bliss. We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and other fluids before Tom finally broke the silence.
"That was... intense," he said breathlessly, turning his head to look at me.
"Yeah, it was," I agreed, running my fingers down his arm. "I think we need a shower."
Tom nodded., still trying to catch his breath.
I helped him up from the bed and led him towards the bathroom. It was spacious, with grey tiles covering the floor and walls, and a large rain showerhead mounted on the ceiling.
The hot water pouring down on us felt amazing, washing away the sweat and lube from our bodies. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted some into my hands, massaging it into Tom's skin in small circles. He sighed as I ran my hands over his tight ass, feeling the muscles still quivering from our earlier activities. I gently washed him, feeling his body relax under my touch. I took a step back and gestured for him to rinse off. Tom stepped under the hot stream of water, his body glistening in the dim light. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I watched the water cascade down his smooth chest and abs.
We walked back into the bedroom, both of us naked and dripping wet from our post-sex shower. Tom looked so young, so fragile. Me and Harrison had really stretched him to the limits.
"Are you ok?" I asked Tom as we got back to the bedroom.
He nodded silently and let me wrap him up in a towel. Without a word, he crawled into bed and snuggled under the covers. I walked to my wardrobe, found a t-shirt and some sweatpants and handed them to Tom. He took them and gave me a small smile.
"I'm glad that we did this", he said.
"Me too, baby."
Tom got dressed quietly. He seemed to have something on his mind.
"Philip?" he asked after a while.
"Hmm?" I said as I dried my hair with a towel.
"Do you think we could... do this again sometime?"
I looked at him for a moment, considering his words.
"I think that could be arranged," I said, winking at Tom. "I'm sure Harrison won't be hard to persuade."
As I sat there, the vivid memory of the aggressive pounding Harrison had inflicted upon Tom's tight, firm ass came flooding back to me. The image was so clear in my mind, I could almost feel the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. I found myself chuckling softly, a strange mixture of amusement and envy coursing through me.
"What did Chloe want?" Tom asked. "When you saw her today?"
He was sitting on the edge of the twin bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. I sat next to him and let out a sigh.
"She wants me to choose," I said. "Chloe wants me to pick between her and you."
Tom's eyes widened and he looked at me with a look of disbelief.
"What? Why would she do that?" he asked, his voice wavering.
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the stubble on my chin.
"She is really hurt. She trusted both you and me. And - you two were married, after all."
"So, you are just going to dump me now?" Tom asked, hurt in his eyes.
"No, that's not it," I assured him, taking his hand in mine. "I just don't know what to do."
Tom looked down at our intertwined hands, silent for a moment.
"You better figure out that soon, then." Tom pulled his hand away, looking at me sternly. "I won't be waiting around forever, Philip. I gave up a lot to be with you."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. I couldn't afford to lose either of them.
I cared for Chloe, but Tom was... different. He made me feel things I hadn't ever felt before. I felt alive with him. I realized I had to decide, but it wasn't an easy. Tom and I sat in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts. I could see the worry etched on his face, and I knew I needed to say something.
"Look, I'll talk to Chloe. Maybe we can figure something out," I said, trying to sound hopeful.
"I will sleep on the couch tonight. I need to think too", Tom said, standing up and turning away from me.
"Okay, Tom. I get it." I replied, my heart heavy with the thought of losing him.
As he left the room, I sat on the bed, staring at the empty space where he once lay. I tried to push all the thoughts of Chloe to the back of my mind and focus on the one I truly wanted. I heard Tom rummage around in the living room. I knew I had to give him space now. There had to be a way to solve this mess. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep tonight, without Tom by my side.