“Yes, but then Ben asked for us both at the same time. Then, when I began to lock, Colt had to, er, back out. But he did it alone when I…finished.” The conversation was awkward as hell, and I could feel my face heating.
Laura’s eyes widened. “Are you saying you double-penetrated him? How did that go?”
My back straightened. Was it wrong I was kind of proud of that? I was over sixty and had had a threesome with two young men.
“It went, er…” I coughed into my hand, “it went well.” What an understatement. Being inside Ben’s perpetually slick channel thrusting with Colt’s veiny cock squeezed against mine had been unbelievably pleasurable.
“Amazing. I don’t think there’s information about this anywhere. It’s groundbreaking. I might write a book.” Laura laughed and shook her head. “Those ODA guys were certainly annoyed.”
I chuckled with her. We talked about lighter things while I put together some crackers and cheese for Colt and Ben, then I said goodnight to Laura and headed back to bed.
I heard the commotion before I got to the room, so I was not surprised to find that Ben and Colt were not asleep as I’d left them. Instead, Ben was cheek to the mattress with Colt behind him, pumping into him hard and fast. I stood and stared at Colt’s long, thick cock sliding in and out of Ben’s hole for a minute before putting the food on the table by the chair.
Admiring the tightness of Colt’s ass and the muscles of his thighs, I said, “You two were sleeping when I left.”
“Ben woke me, begging for more,” Colt said breathlessly. Sweat trickled down his sculpted body, and suddenly all Iwanted to do was to get behind him and fuck him while he fucked Ben. That was a pipe dream, though, so I put that idea on the back burner and moved around the bed to check on Ben. His lips were parted and his eyes glazed over. The way he kept pushing his ass up, wanting more, turned me on like crazy.
Leaning over the bed, I brought my face to his.
“That so, baby? Did you wake Colt up begging for cock?”
Ben nodded against the mattress. “I n-need it. Need my alphas fucking me.”
“We love to give you what you need, don’t we, Colt?” I glanced up at Colt just as his face seized in a grimace of pleasure. He was unloading inside of Ben, and that fucking turned me on. He pulled out before he could fully thicken and rolled out of the way so I could take his place. I was good with that.
Shucking my pants, I positioned myself behind Ben, who was still on his knees, Colt’s cum leaking out of him, and squirming in his need for more. My cock slid easily into his hot tightness. Ben moaned, clutching the bedsheets as I began thrusting at a rough, steady pace. I was a large man, and my alpha cock matched my body—normally I might be afraid of hurting him, but the night before had convinced me he could take me and a lot more.
I feltamazing—better than I had in my most virile years. Since Lucy’s death from a heart attack and then the accident that messed up my legs, I had given up on the thought of ever having sex again. Then Colt had surprised me by initiating hand jobs, but I’d never imagined fucking anyone again. It wasn’t long before my balls contracted and blissful sensation burst through me. Breathing hard, I slid my arms under Ben’s, lifted him, and then pulled him backward, down on top of me as I lay back on the bed. With my cock locked inside him, I watched Colt take Ben’s cock into his mouth and suck him. Ben squirmedand moaned, his long legs wrapping around Colt’s neck, tears running down his face as he came.
While Ben slept, Colt and I lay together, talking softly. We had an awkward moment when we both tried to take the other into their arms and Colt finally settled with his head on my chest. Did that mean I was taking the lead, like Laura said?
The blissful feeling I’d had for the past half hour began to recede as darker thoughts intruded in my mind. I didn’t know how long Ben’s heat was going to last. Could I keep up? Of course, there was Colt to keep him satisfied, too, but I wanted to be able to do my part. Even though my legs worked much better than they used to, I couldn’t put weight on them or my knees for long while staying in place.
“What are you thinking about?” Colt asked, touching my face. I thought he’d fallen asleep.
“Nothing in particular. I’m just lying here enjoying the moment.”
“More like lying here worrying about something,” Colt accused softly into my chest.
I sighed. “Maybe I’m a little worried I can’t keep up, what with my age and my legs.”
Pulling his head back to look at me, he said, “Angus Alfred Angel, you’ve been fucking that young man like a stud all night, so I don’t want to hear any of your whining about your age. As for your legs, they’re almost as good as new. You hardly use the cane anymore.”
That was true, and I was more than glad because using the cane made me feel almost as elderly as the wheelchair had.
“What else?” Colt demanded, like he knew I had a long list of insecurities tormenting me.
“I guess maybe I’m feeling a little guilty concerning Lucy,” I grumbled.
I expected Colt to doubt that. Lucy had been gone half a decade, and he and I had been fooling around for more than a year. Seemed a little late to feel guilty about it. But he just looked at me with soft eyes that made my heart skip a beat and said, “You think she wouldn’t approve?”
“Aw, no, it’s not that.” I squeezed his hand. “Lucy wasn’t one to judge.” I thought about how I’d heard her in my head just yesterday telling me to let Colt know how I felt. I wasn’t going to sharethat. He might think I was off my rocker.
Colt, who had known Lucy all his life, said, “No, she was a kind and compassionate lady.”
“That she was.” I took a moment to remember her face the day I married her. So pretty and innocent, with those teasing hazel eyes and long chestnut-brown hair I used to love to brush for her at night. We had a fun relationship, always teasing and telling jokes; taking walks and enjoying nature; helping each other on the ranch. Sex had been good with her, too, but nothing like what I was experiencing now.
“This thing we’ve got with Ben,” I began, meeting Colt’s eyes again. “It’s not…an everyday thing. I mean, it’s…” I shook my head, frustrated. “I don’t know how to put it into words.”