When he slipped beneath the water, we carried him out and laid him onto the chaise. Our wet clothes hit the ground with a sodden thud. The heat of the summer sun dried our skin as our lips continued their eager exploration of Brandt’s body. We took turns kissing him, leaving no part of his skin untouched, running our hands down his sinewy sides, tracing the lines of muscles flexing beneath our touch.
“Oh god.” Brandt moaned as both Cairo and I licked his nipples, meeting in the middle to kiss, then returning to lavish our attention on the hard peaks. His arms found their way around our heads, fingers tangling in our wet hair, gripping tightly as little whimpers escaped his parted lips. He arched his back, pushing himself more into our mouths as we toyed with him, but soon, he wriggled as if the feeling of our tongues and teeth on his sensitive skin proved too much for him to handle. He pushed our heads away, his body shaking.
Cairo and I nodded at each other in an unspoken agreement as we sandwiched him between us.
“How am I this lucky?” Brandt sighed. He widened his trembling legs. Cairo sucked his husband’s cock into his mouth, and I spread his cheeks apart and tongued his hole.
Brandt’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut. Cairo bobbed his head slowly, taking his time as if to ensure every stroke was filled with love and passion. I moved my tongue in circles, teasing lightly at first, then pushing in deeper, the taste of him growing stronger with each thrust.
“Fuck.” Brandt gasped. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Oh my god, Jim… Cairo…please.”
But we didn’t let up, hands and mouths moving in tandem, driving him to the brink. Only when he was there did we release him. His skin was slick with perspiration, his body trembling from the onslaught of pleasure.
“I’ll go get the lube,” I said.
It was torture leaving them alone, but I made it inside the house and back to the poolside in record time. Cairo was slicking their cocks together, frotting against Brandt. They looked so fucking hot like that. Brandt’s bronze skin glistened under the sun, and Cairo’s loud moans made my cock jut harder between my legs.
I snuck up behind Brandt and generously applied lube to his entrance while they kissed, rubbing their cocks against each other. Sitting, I gently probed his hole with my fingers, stretching him until he was loose enough for me.
“Oh, my god.” He leaned back against my chest.
“Feels good, baby?” Cairo asked.
“Uh-huh.” The sexy purr from him made me growl.
“Fuck him, Jim,” Cairo said. “I want to watch for a bit while you loosen him up for both of us.”
My heart pounded, a primal urge surging through me. I nodded, slipped on a condom, and wrapped one arm around Brandt’s waist as I aligned my slick cock to his entrance.
As I pushed in, Brandt gasped, his body tensing briefly, but he forced himself to relax, allowing me access. He was warm and tight around me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to lose myself immediately.
One of Brandt’s hands found mine and intertwined our fingers as I eased into him farther, and when I fully bottomed out inside him, his soft moans turned into loud groans. “Oh god…”
“Is that good?” I asked..
“So good…” Brandt breathed out, struggling to inhale.
I started slow, each thrust calculated and filled with purpose. Brandt whimpered and squirmed underneath me, pushing back against my thrusts, while Cairo watched us with hooded eyes. He had his hand on his erect member, slowly stroking himself, speaking softly to Brandt.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you taking that cock like a good boy.”
“I am your good boy, and I want to feel you inside me too.”
Cairo brushed Brandt’s hair back, leaning forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss that left them both panting. His hand roamed over Brandt’s torso, fingers finding their way to his nipples and swirling around them teasingly.
“Oh god… Cairo.” Brandt groaned into their kiss, his body trembling beneath me. His cries and whimpers were driving me wild; every sound he made was like sweet music that fed my arousal.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me too?” Cairo asked huskily when they broke apart. “I need to check for myself.”
Cairo delved two fingers into Brandt’s hole alongside my cock. Brandt keened loudly at the new sensation, his grip on my hand tightening as Cairo probed and stretched him farther. His body rhythmically contracted around both of us, but he pushed back against us to tell us he was okay.
“Cairo… please… I need… need you.”
Cairo gave a growling sigh of pure desire, pulled his fingers free, and slicked up his shaft with lube. He shifted his position, kneeling between Brandt’s spread legs and aligning himself with us.
“Cairo,” Brandt said again, a mix of urgency and plea. I paused my thrusts to allow Brandt time to adjust to Cairo’s size, giving him a moment to breathe.
“Shhh…” Cairo soothed him, “I’m here. We’re here.” He kissed Brandt with tender passion, their tongues stroking each other in a sultry dance, and I gripped Brandt’s waist tighter.