Just the way I wanted it.
August and I watch as the group changes positions a few more times, but I can tell the tipping point is approaching.
“It’s time,” I instruct them. They know what that means.
I still, holding onto August as we watch the Daddies and Kiki rearrange themselves around Oliver who is now kneeing on the floor, looking up at them. He’s quivering and breathingheavily, but his hands rest on his thighs in a perfect picture of submission. I was very clear with our guests that no one was allowed to come until this moment.
I start to fuck August slowly again as the circle of men take their cocks in hand, jerking off above Oliver’s head. Kiki is tucked against her Daddy’s side as he pleasures himself, his eyes glued to our boy as he blinks adorably.
It’s a shame parties like this are strictly camera and phone free by necessity. This would be a hell of a photo for the album.
Baby’s first bukkake.
Rafferty McKenna comes first, shooting his hot load over Oliver’s face, hair and chest. Our little treat gasps in surprise and shivers, looking like he’s reveling in the experience. After he’s recovered, Kiki’s Daddy moves her in front of him, jerking off his doll while whispering no doubt dirty things in her ear.
One by the one, our guests climax, splattering our boy with their thick cream. The last few come all at once, leaving Oliver panting, his eyes closed as cum drips all over his gorgeous body.
That’s our cue.
I lean down and nuzzle my nose against August’s cheek. “I knew you could last if I wanted you to,” I tell him triumphantly.
He grins, not role playing anymore. “Yes, Master,” he says breathlessly as I extract myself from him. “Thank you, Master.”
Love warms my chest as I offer him my hand to help him stand, then lead him over to Oliver. The tired Daddies are spreading out in the room, wiping themselves down and quenching their thirst. Rafferty is doting on Kiki, telling her how perfect and beautiful she was for him. But they’re all still diligently watching our boy, eager to see the pinnacle of tonight’s festivities.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” I tell Oliver as August and I both help him to stand on wobbly legs. “Can you hold on a littlebit longer for your Daddy and I? Our friends want to see you in all your glory.”
August has given him the sports drink I concealed in a special goblet earlier, knowing that our boy would probably need an energy boost right about now. He gulps it down, then licks his lips and nods.
“Yes, Master,” he says, his eyes shining. “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
I pull him in for a filthy kiss on his swollen lips. He tastes sweet from the drink but there’s also a decadent lingering musk from all the cocks he’s sucked that sets my pulse racing. “You’ve been nothing but good for us this whole night, darling,” I tell him firmly.
“You’ve been incredible,” August adds, his voice catching with emotion. “I want to hug you, but you look so perfect right now. Like you’re covered in icing.”
Oliver giggles. “Once a cake, always a cake,” he tells his Daddy mischievously.
My heart aches for him. But so does my cock, so I take the cup from him and position both my lovers how I want them. August lays on the chaise lounge and Oliver straddles him, sinking down easily onto his large, engorged cock. I crowd behind our boy, lube back in hand to make sure my length is slick with it. All the previous fucking might have loosened up our little treat nicely, but this is still going to be a first for him.
“I’m going to take you now as well, little treat,” I murmur into his ear, so quiet no one else can hear over the music. Although August can probably read my lips and knows that I’ll be explaining what’s going to happen next before proceeding. “You’re going to fit my cock inside you with your Daddy’s, and we’re going to fuck you until we fill your hole with cum, then I’m going to use my hand to get you off. Our guests are going to watch everything. Do you understand?”
He moans and rubs the side of his head against mine. “Yes, Master. Oh my god.”
“What’s your color, little treat?”
“Green, Master. So green.”
“Good boy.”
It’s obvious how strung out the three of us are, so I waste no time as I start to push the thick head of my dick against his hole, feeling my husband’s length under me. We all moan and pant, and Oliver lets out a sob. It’s a deliciously tight squeeze, so I go as slowly as I can. The last thing I want is to hurt him. I wrap my hand around his neck and tell him quietly over and over I’ve got him and that he’s doing so well.
On some level, I’m aware of our audience watching all around us, eating and drinking as if they’re enjoying a nature documentary. But I only care about my men, my boys. As I bottom out, I gaze into my husband’s eyes while he runs his hands up and down Oliver’s body soothingly.
“I love you,” I mouth at him. He does the same back to me.
And if Oliver happens to catch those words as well…maybe that’s not such a bad thing. In fact, I think I’d quite like it if he did.
I wrap my arms around him as I start to thrust. August jerks his hips under us, stuffing our little treat like a Thanksgiving turkey. “Yes, yes, yes!” Oliver whimpers as we ride him hard and fast, all three of us connected in the most intimate, beautiful way for the first time.