Rayne dipped his head and licked his neck briefly, then touched his mouth to Xavier’s and bestowed a long, slow, infinitely grateful kiss upon the young dancer. He rolled to the side, still holding the boy close enough for their mouths to remain joined and curled against him languidly. By rights he should at the very least have been short of breath but he seemed as calm as if he had just woken from a deep sleep.

From the other chair by the window, curled in PJ’s still powerful arms, Chavez exhaled; “Jesus! That was hot!”

The Irish porn director just chuckled appreciatively and shook his head.

Xavier had sort of forgotten about their audience. He had settled against Rayne contentedly, feeling oddly coddled, protected even. He couldn’t have explained it because there was nothing Rayne did or said that was overtly territorial, not even a subtle tightening of muscles or change of breathing, but when Chavez spoke it felt like a sign had suddenly been hung around his neck. ‘Mine! Keep out! Property of Rayne Wylde.’ The thought was so funny Xavier’s lips curled into a lazy grin. 

Ridiculous of course, Rayne obviously hadn’t minded sharing last night with Clay. Maybe he didn’t like Chavez? Or maybe he just didn’t feel like sharing today. Xavier wouldn’t mind if Chavez wanted to fuck him, he supposed. He was pretty damn sexy. He didn’t really like the idea of getting passed around like that, but he’d do it. 

He waited passively in Rayne’s arms, waiting to see if Chavez would come join them now, or if Rayne was going to invite him over but the singer seemed impervious to anything but the two of them. He was snuggled up to Xavier’ side, basking in his post-passion glow, occasionally kissing or licking the boy’s neck where he had bitten him. 

Chavez seemed almost intimidated by their intimacy for he stayed rooted to his chair arm, PJ’s arm looped around his lean body, not holding him there but clearly offering some kind of emotional comfort. He had not taken his eyes off them however and was still shaking his head. In the end it was the older man who came to join them, crouching by the sofa and gently stroking a hand over Rayne’s tangled hair. 

“That was something else, baby. Something else!” PJ exhaled huskily. 

Rayne turned his head, nuzzling Paddy’s palm almost affectionately. The singer could be abrupt with most people but with McNamara he was puppyishly tender for once. Or maybe it was just the afterglow of fantastic sex that mellowed him. His own hands were still roaming gently over Xavier.

Xavier’s body responded to Rayne’s caresses almost against his will. Sleepy and sated, but not totally wrung out. He looked up at Rayne nuzzling PJ’s hand and his eyes were drawn surreptitiously to the front of PJ’s pants, since he was almost level with his crotch and the outline straining against the seam. One blond brow arched. Oh, hell no! He could feel his ass twitch and clench just thinking about it. 

Rayne’s lips lightly touched his ear as, almost inaudibly, he exhaled; “And he’s not even fully hard!” 

Xav chuckled, and it was a warm sound, almost tactile. He reached out and touched the outer curve of PJ’s thigh, just a soft caress, friendly, curious perhaps… He still felt slightly floaty from whatever it was that Rayne did to him. More then just the afterglow of sex, it was kind of like being drunk. 

“Aww… he wants to play,” Rayne chuckled in a soft, husky voice. “Maybe he’s lookin’ for a Daddy after all.”

“Seems to me he found what he was lookin’ for just then,” Paddy murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers over the cautious hand on his thigh. He lifted his gaze from Xavier’s questing hand, looking intently at Rayne. “I hate to break up the party, but that got me hotter than any scene I’ve filmed for a movie in the last five years.”

Rayne drew in a deep breath and sighed almost contentedly. He pushed himself up until he was sitting facing the older man with Xavier still lying between them. Almost casually he reached out and ran a bolder hand over the prominent bulge in the crotch of his friend’s trousers, slowly tracing it down the inside left leg of Paddy’s loose pants. His caressing fingers worked their way almost to PJ McNamara’s left knee before he was stroking the thigh inside the man’s slacks. Almost at once he let go and returned the tip of his index finger to the silver button on Paddy’s fly. 

“Sweetheart,” Rayne whispered into Xavier’s ear. “If you ever wanna know what fifteen inches and change looks like, the secret’s right behind that little button there.”

Xavier traced his fingers down Rayne’s arm. He wasn’t one of those guys that lusted after a huge dick, but he was curious now, and that perverse part of him liked it that they’d turned PJ on so much. Xavier reached Rayne’s hand and with unspoken accord he tugged the edge of PJ’s pants one way while Rayne popped the button and they both peeled the open garment down.

Chavez had moved to the arm of the sofa whilst Rayne was teasing the boss and he fired a look at PJ now although he didn’t say anything. His tanned, handsome face was unusually flushed though. Paddy held his stare and nodded casually towards Xavier, who was momentarily preoccupied with the novelty of undressing him. Rayne was kneeling beside him on the sofa now, chuckling softly as the notorious porn director’s slacks cascaded to the ground. Even before his cock nodded upright, free of the restrictions of clothing, they were all able to admire the thickness of it. 

“Christ!” Rayne Wylde laughed huskily. “I’ve seen smaller salamis hanging in the window of that deli on Front Street! You’re not losing weight off your cock, are you Mac?”

“It’s got a preservation order on it,” Paddy rumbled softly, with a lazy smile. “When this frickin’ virus finally takes me, the Natural History Museum is gonna hang it up as an exhibit.”

“The ‘Un-natural’ History Museum, surely?” Rayne teased him, sliding one arm around Xavier and stroking Paddy’s phenomenal weapon with his free hand. “What d’you reckon to that, heh? I nearly lost my lunch the first time he waved it at me!”

What Xavier thought as he looked at that huge piece of meat was ‘no fucking way is that coming anywhere near my ass’. He would have thought that just looking at it, but he hadn’t missed what PJ said either, he’d said he was dying before, and Xav had though maybe cancer or something, but now he knew better. 

“I don’t think even the XL Magnums will do it for you.” Xavier said a little wistfully, caressing the inside of PJ’s thigh. 

Paddy bent and kissed him lightly on the forehead by way of response. “Not since I was 15 years old!” he chuckled sadly. “Right now I sure wish they made an XXL.”

“Or even an XXXXL,” Rayne Wylde teased gently. He was still stroking Paddy with a slow hand. 

From the armrest, Chavez looked daggers at him but Rayne was oblivious. The fingers of his right hand were playing with PJ’s cock head and the left were tenderly rubbing back and forth over the wetness between Xavier’s firm, bare bum cheeks, circling his well-fucked ring seductively. 

A little shiver went down Xavier’s spine at the touch and he gave a soft husky moan, leaning back into Rayne a little more. His cock stirred and rose again, ready for more. For whatever reason Xavier happened to catch Chavez’s eyes just then. Hungry look, definitely, there was heat there and a lot of it, but something else too. He wasn’t sure what that look was supposed to mean. 

Xav slid forward some, moving sinuously across the couch, like a tawny cat. He ran his hands up the tops of Chavez’s jean-clad thighs. “You’re looking a little over dressed,” he informed Paddy’s chef, flashing a charming smile full of promise. 

Chavez was impossibly horny, his tight jeans could not hide it. He tried to blank the invitation but his lips twitched upward even so, finding Xavier’s expression just a little too inviting to tough out. 

“Compared to you two everyone’s overdressed,” he commented almost breathlessly. His gaze flickered briefly to Paddy, then back again. 

His employer was kneeling on the edge of the broad, cream coloured sofa now with Rayne astride his thighs. The singer’s arms were around Paddy’s neck and his mouth was pressed hungrily to the older man’s lips, kissing him with a lustful tenderness at odds with his customarily cool demeanour. 

Xavier’s hands slid around Chavez’s hips and he leaned in slowly, giving a lot of opportunity for the other man to pull away, but he didn’t go anywhere. Just watched Xav with dark eyes, that little hint of a smile still playing around the corners of his mouth. Xavier’s lips brushed his, so soft it was almost just the warmth of them that touched him. He pressed his lips a little more firmly, moving softly over Chavez’s mouth, running the tip of his tongue lightly along the crease, very sweetly asking for admittance. 

“Jeez Louise!” Chavez chuckled softly as he relaxed into the kiss. “I dunno what he did to you but it sure sweetened you up, honey!”

He stroked his hands tenderly over Xavier’s lean hips, working his firm ass cheeks with dextrous fingers. The blond felt so hot and horny pressed against him that Chavez couldn’t find the will to resist. 

Xavier kissed him again, deeper and hotter this time, sliding his hands up into Chavez’s hair, inky dark, like cool smooth silk between his fingers. Whereas he’d been very submissive with Rayne, passively letting him do whatever he’d wanted, he was slightly more aggressive with Chavez, sensing different needs in just that one heated kiss. 

His hands kneaded down and tugged Chavez’s shirt from his pants, then slid under to caress warm skin. Xav brought them around to the front and pushed under and back up his chest. He broke the kiss long enough to flip the shirt off his back in one smooth pull. He gave Chavez a knowing smile that said without words, ‘well, I am a stripper after all’. And then he was kissing his way down the side of Chavez’s throat and the smooth curve of his richly coloured chest to pull one dark nipple into his mouth on a hard suck. 

“Oh baby!” Chavez exhaled, running warm, long fingered hands slowly over the blond’s smooth, golden-skinned shoulders, delighting in the heat of his sweat-damp skin and heady scent of his post-orgasmic body. He pulled Xavier against his torso, stroking slowly down his naked back and groping eagerly for his peachy cheeks. “Are you insatiable or what? And am I glad about that!”

“I just want to see if you’re as spicy hot as you look.” Xavier said with a grin and let the tip of his tongue trail slowly downward. He brought his hands up to the button of Chavez’s jeans and deftly popped it open, making sure the flats of his palms pressed and caressed what was underneath. He unzipped him slowly, like he was unwrapping a present. The thin dark line of a treasure trail started below his belly button leading down to a neatly trimmed border with a little Aztec sunburst tattoo just rising above the hairline and Xav dipped his head down to nip the skin there lightly. He tugged the edges of his jeans, urging Chavez to lift up and then peeled those tight Levis down to his thighs. The Hispanic chef was pale and smooth between his tanned thighs and firm, high ass cheeks though he clearly drew the line at waxing his balls, which were tidy but darkly furred.

“Ooo boy, au natural.” Xav purred, running his fingers up the underside of Chavez’s uncut shaft and wrapping around. He felt his companion tense as his fingers skated over his heavy ball sac then relax again as they began to stroke his stiffening cock, which was long and lean like the rest of him but with a plump, blushing, heavy head like a fer-de-lance. 

Chavez caught his breath as he was enclosed then exhaled it in a little sigh.

At the far end of the sofa the roles were also being reversed as Rayne cradled Paddy’s impossibly long rod in both hands, playing his lips almost tenderly over the head and whipping it lightly with his tongue. The older man was stroking his hair and positively purring with delight. 

“Crazy!” Chavez whispered, looking from the pair of them, back to Xavier. “Your limey loverboy is crazy, Chiquito! Like I said before… he thinks he’s immortal.”

Xavier wasn’t so sure Rayne was crazy. That last bite had been… had done… something to him. Logically he knew there were no such things as vampires, not real vampires anyway. Still a little flicker of concern passed over Xavier’s features. No, he didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about anything right now, so he concentrated on the warm body in front of him, the hint of musk in Chavez’s scent as Xavier nuzzled low on his body. 

Xav’s hands danced lazy circles over the smooth skin of the other man’s hips, and thighs. He slipped a hand between his legs and cupped his balls gently, then stroked along his shaft. With his other hand he kneaded one cheek of his round, muscular ass. He placed soft kisses along his lean tanned chest, his fingers teasing between Chavez’s cheeks until he was circling his crinkled hole. He kissed his way up to Chavez’s shoulders so he could whisper in his ear. “Will you let me fuck you?” 

The handsome Hispanic chuckled softly; “You touch me like that and I’d let you do just about anything, man. But you wear a rubber, okay? I watched what Wylde did to you, and ‘he’ might believe he’s gonna live forever but that don’t mean ‘I’ have to believe it, you dig?” 

Xavier gave a small shrug of his shoulders, “Sure.” 

Although, if he was expected to pull one out of his pocket they were out of luck!

Chavez read the look on his face expertly and a slow smile flashed the whiteness of his teeth. He leaned back to shuck off his shirt and nodded towards the open fly of his faded Levis.

“Slip your fingers in my front left pocket, chico,” he invited. “See what you find in there.”

Xav dived in, undaunted by the challenge and soon had a selection of brightly coloured little squares tumbling through his fingers. He snared one, opened it and rolled it on with a practised stroke as his mate wriggled out of his snug blue jeans. 

“Ok, all wrapped, now come here,” he said with a grin and pulled Chavez close again, on to the couch, knees on either side of his hips. 

Xav caught his lips and explored the inside of his mouth and tongue like he might not ever get another taste. His hands roamed over the other man’s warm skin and he leaned back, stroking over that nicely rounded ass again, teasing his fingers inside until he had Chavez panting and rocking his hips. He could just settle Chavez into his lap and onto his hard cock but he wanted more leverage so he repositioned him. Putting Chavez’s back against the arm of the couch, he knelt between those smooth thighs and entered him by slow degrees. 

Little flexes of his hips and buttocks brought him in and out of that tight grip. Even with the bit of stretch his fingers had given, it was a tight squeeze. Xavier hissed in a little breath as the ring clenched around his head, shivers running down his lean muscled back. He thrust in a little harder because he couldn’t help himself. Then stopped again for a second or two while Chavez murmured in Spanish and combed his fingers into Xav’s hair. 

Once he had worked his cock all the way inside, he began to move in a slow grind against Chavez, hands gripping his narrow hips. With Chavez leaning back against the arm of the couch arching his belly upward, it put temptation within reach for his flexible little body and Xavier took advantage of that. He curled his body forward and wrapped his soft lips around the head of Chavez’s cock while he impaled him from beneath. 

“Holy Fuck!” Chavez whispered, shaking his head in a daze of arousal. “How the hell you get down there, Chico?”

He was curling his back against the cushioned arm of the sofa, one foot braced against the couch back and the other angled loosely around Xavier’s slowly grinding hips, rocking himself urgently against the younger man and shaking his head restlessly. His hands pressed down, light but firm, on the back of Xav’s head now, urging him lower still.

“Ohhh baby, that feels ‘good’!” he panted appreciatively.

Xavier would have answered, but his mouth was currently occupied. He was simply that flexible. He’d discovered a long time ago that he could suck his own dick. Going down on Chavez while he was in his lap was no problem, especially with the extra pressure being applied to the back of his head. His mouth slid up and down on that turgid pole while his hips began to buck harder from underneath. 

Insatiable as he was he’d already cum twice and the rubber gave an extra layer of control. He was going to fuck Chavez until he wrung him dry and made him cum as many times as he could and then he still might not be done. It was certainly not going to take long to get his first result. PJ’s lean and luscious chef was writhing incessantly on his cock, panting like a bitch in heat.

“Ahhh… ahhh… uhhhhh… Joder… joder!” Chavez gasped, undulating rhythmically between the stoking sensation in his sensitive ass and the delicious suction around his furiously throbbing prick. Watching Xavier and Wylde make out had been enough to make him desperately horny and now he was ready and willing to explode. “Oh man! Oh man! Gonna cum!” he groaned deep in his throat. 

The bitter salt hit the roof of Xavier’s mouth in a hard jet. He swallowed before the next came, and the next, stroking his mouth up and down, milking him until his frantic thrusts slowed and he’d gotten all he could from him. Only then did he let Chavez slip from between his lips. He kissed a trail up his heaving chest, arms wrapped around his waist, until he nuzzled at his throat. He held onto Chavez, sweetly tender now, letting him come down though his hips never really stilled completely. 

When he’d given him a chance to breathe, Xav kissed him slow and lingering. 

“So sweet…” he murmured against his lips. “Turn around for me, babe.” 

After that blissful blowjob, Chavez would probably have done just about anything he asked. Still panting urgently he returned the kiss and rolled smoothly onto one elbow, pulling himself to his knees and leaning against the back cushions of the sofa with a contented smile and a wriggle of his lean, bare arse. His eyes widened briefly as Xavier slid smoothly into him again and he checked out Paddy and Rayne who were sprawled in a lazy 69 at the other end of the long couch, with the little singer lying on top. Rayne’s lips and mouth were wrapped around the upper eight inches of the older man’s monster erection and his left hand worked the lower half steadily whilst the right massaged Paddy’s balls. Rayne nodded his head slowly, humming quietly to himself the whole time.

PJ’s face was buried between his mate’s pale arse cheeks, lapping at him greedily as the nude Englishman straddled his head. Rayne’s tuneless noodling peaked in a little moan from time to time as Paddy was hitting all the right spots.

Chavez looked back over his shoulder languidly at Xavier. 

“Twenty dollars says he can’t touch base,” he chuckled, his eyes dark and horny.

Xavier kissed lazily along Chavez’s shoulder, his hands caressing down his sides and hips. 

“I don’t ever bet money,” he said. And, frankly, he didn’t know if anyone could swallow all of that huge prick. He thought about his own limits; thought maybe… wouldn’t be comfortable at all, but maybe… “I’ll bet you breakfast in bed tomorrow morning, that he can.” 

Rayne pushed his floppy forelock back from his face with one hand and squinted up at the pair of them incredulously. He shook his head slightly and Paddy moaned at the electric sensations that sent rippling through his shaft. Then Rayne was back down on him, swallowing deeper. The muscles and veins of his slender neck stood out in stark relief against his pale skin as PJ’s enormous cock stretched his throat; his adam’s apple bobbing determinedly. 

“You’re on, so long as I can have your ass for breakfast!” Chavez winked at Xav, rubbing himself up against the sofa cushions as his wide eyes flickered from Xavier to Rayne and back again. “That is freaky, man! So hot though! Oh Xav, c’mon… give it to me, chico! They’re making me horny!”

Xavier was more then happy to oblige. His hands caressed Chavez’s lean flanks while he picked up his speed and force, the smooth roll of his hips pounding into him with each thrust. Xav kissed and nibbled along his shoulders, little moans and growls of pleasure purring from his throat. 

He brought a hand around Chavez’s hip, fingers wrapping and stroking along his hard shaft and teasing over the head. The fingers of Xav’s other hand came up to tangle in his dark hair, tugging into a grip just this side of painful. It turned Chavez’s head so he could watch Rayne and Paddy. Xavier bit lightly at Chavez’s earlobe. “God… you feel so good, so hot… you gonna get off watching him take that thing, baby?”

Chavez rolled back against him, smoothly, riding each stroke and turning his head a little further so that his lips collided with Xavier’s. His breath came fast and urgent now and he nodded rapidly. 

“Jeez, I feel it coming just thinking about it!” he panted. “To have that in you… Madre de Dio! I know there are guys that can do it but…” he lost the trail of his words and fought to kiss his mate again. 

Xavier tugged back a little harder on the fist full of silky hair and brought his lips down across Chavez’s in a searing tongue tangling kiss. 

Xavier had the feeling that Chavez would have given a whole lot to trade places with Rayne, and it had nothing to do with lusting after that big cock and everything to do with who that cock belonged to. This, however, was about as close as he was going to get. 

He felt the sexy body under him go taut, caught the moan rising from him with his mouth. From the corner to his eye he watched Rayne swallow another inch. Xavier’s pulse sped and his body tightened, and he tripped over the edge in a giddy rush, spilling hotly into the condom sheathing him with a long moan, hips bucking hard and fast. 

Chavez twisted about, pulling him down, hungry for his mouth and to their left, close enough to touch, Rayne Wylde dipped his head still further, vanishing behind the silken shroud of his ebony hair. Paddy’s hand caressed his dark mane and he growled softly now, his solemn, silver-blue eyes following the line of his lover’s slender back; the rise of his angular shoulder blades and the slow nod of his head. 

Rayne made a small gurgling noise and came up for air with a gasp. The pupils of his pale eyes were wide and black like the eyes of a cat in a darkened room. For a moment he was completely unfocused, staring at nothing, lips slightly parted, flexing his jaw. 

“Did you get down?” Chavez asked eagerly, wriggling into a sitting position and pulling Xav into his lap as he did so. “Paddy? Did he touch base, man?”

“Are we a sideshow now?” PJ McNamara rumbled, still visibly aroused as Rayne wriggled off his chest and knelt beside him, pushing back his forelock with a determined hand. “Honey, you don’t have to rise to this.”

The singer took a quick breath and seemed to return to life. He fired a calculating glance at Chavez now and said; “Fifty dollars says I can do it, but if I win you pay me ‘and’ Xav gives me breakfast in bed ‘and’ – if I’m feeling generous – you get to watch!”

He stretched his jaw again and went straight back down, arching his back with feline flexibility. 

Xavier leaned back and let Chavez wrap himself around him. Had he been a little less sated right then, a little less contented, he might have protested being tossed in as part of the deal. But, there were worse things than serving up his body to either one of them as a prize, and right now he was in too mellow a mood to mind. 

Rayne and Paddy were loosely coiled together now. The bigger man sprawled easily across the sofa cushions, half in and half out of his clothing. Rayne Wylde straddled his left thigh and got to work on him once more, his back to the other two in what could have been a deliberate snub but was more likely to be single-minded determination to prove Chavez wrong. 

PJ McNamara groaned huskily as Rayne nodded lower, letting his hands glide smoothly over his young mate’s shoulders, fingers flexing and massaging the singer’s neck and back as he worked his soft lips up and down. Paddy began to undulate beneath him, urging himself up to meet each inclination of Rayne’s head. 

“Oh baby!” he whispered huskily. “Oh baby! This is the best thing to happen to me for weeks!”

Chavez shook his head with an incredulous smile. 

“Crazy!” he whispered into Xavier’s ear, rubbing himself lazily against the dancer’s hot body. “He’s insatiable!”

“You said the same thing about me.” Xavier murmured, a languid expression on his face as he watched Rayne and PJ. Rayne’s backside was swaying temptingly in front of him, rubbing himself along PJ’s thigh. He leaned forward, unable to resist, and caressed his smooth skin, bent to kiss and nibble along the edge of his back just above the swell of his ass. Or arse, as the sexy little Brit would have it, Xav thought with a grin. His lips brushed at the base of Rayne’s spine, tongue dipping into the little dimple at the top of his crack and wriggling encouragingly. 

“You ‘are’ insatiable, baby,” Chavez laughed at him huskily. “And crazy! You and that Limey freak-out are a good match!”

His hand stroked lightly up and down Xavier’s lean, well-muscled thigh, cupping and caressing his sculpted backside as he watched the blond licking and tickling in Wylde’s swaying crack. 

Rayne came up again, sucking in a longer breath this time. 

“Sweetheart, that feels amazing, but you are totally distracting me and I am ‘this’ close!” he exhaled glancing back over his shoulder with a smouldering look in his eyes and his index finger and thumb held about an inch apart. His lips were slick with semen and saliva and he wiped his chin on the back of his hand, flashing a quick, feral grin at the younger man and his Hispanic companion. “Is he paying you to sabotage me, huh?”

There was a flicker of… something, in Xavier’s eyes. Then he grinned, gave the pert adorable bottom in front of him a last quick kiss and pulled back. “Sorry babe, didn’t mean to distract, just giving you incentive to win.” His heated gaze watched as Rayne slid his slick lips back down on PJ once more and his jaw ached just watching him manoeuvre that massive tool. 

PJ grinned at him as the singer curled back down into his lap, swallowing greedily.

“Honey… when he’s finally gotten down there, then you can warm up his sugar candy ass for me!” he chuckled, winking at Xavier knowingly. 

Rayne came halfway back up again but this time the glare in his eyes was entirely levelled at Paddy McNamara. Chavez laughed until his sides hurt, tugging at Xavier and trying to pull the blond back into his arms again.

Xavier let himself be pulled into Chavez’s arms but arched a brow at him. “Laugh while you can sweetheart, but you’re still about to lose a fifty spot and my sweet ass to warm you up tomorrow morning.” And that sounded entirely too much like Rayne had just used Xavier’s mouth to speak because his was otherwise engaged. 

Chavez did not seem to mind too much, for his mouth quickly pressed onto Xavier’s and he pulled the blond more urgently against his groin. As their lips parted he groped for another of the fallen rubbers and murmured; “Better take full advantage of you now, I guess!”

To their left, Paddy let out a long, low groan of astonishment and delight, caressing Rayne’s hair with trembling hands as the singer nuzzled his belly tenderly.

“Oh baby, you’d better come straight back up or I’m gonna burst right there in your throat!” he warned, suddenly holding painfully still beneath the young Englishman.

Rayne took his time coming up, lifting his head slowly and meeting Paddy’s wide, admiring eyes as he released the other man’s humungous tool, caressing the throbbing vein that ran up the underside of his straining cock with the studded tip of his small, wet tongue. His mate whimpered with helpless desire as Rayne teased him.

Chavez hadn’t really lost at all, Xavier thought with an inward chuckle. If anything he was even more turned on by it. That was evident enough from the renewed erection rubbing between his cheeks. Chavez rolled him forward onto his knees and Xavier was quickly impaled with that latex-clad lance. The suddenness of the single smooth stroke didn’t hurt, thanks to Rayne’s earlier stretching, but it forced his breath out in a surprised huff. 

Chavez straddled him at once, circling his hips steadily, pulling back then grinding his way deeper. He growled softly like a wary cat, finally getting to enjoy the intense heat and pleasure of Xavier’s body. 

As Rayne pushed himself to his knees, catching his breath and glancing back at them, Chavez fired a look at the singer that was a definite challenge. Rayne Wylde rose to it, prowling forward on hands and knees, tilting his head and reaching out with one hand to cup Xavier’s flushed, well satisfied face. He touched his mouth hungrily to the blond’s lips and kissed him long and hard, his tongue flickering into Xavier’s mouth, still briny from PJ’s precum.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he whispered huskily into the cavern of the boy’s parted jaws. “Does he feel good inside you?”

“Mm-hm” Xavier hummed against Rayne lips, driving his tongue back into his mouth. ‘Not as good as you, not as big as you, but good.’ He wouldn’t say that out loud though. Chavez was not without talent, and he was making good use of a fast hard rhythm. 

Rayne blinked slowly at him as their lips disengaged. He was not entirely sure what had just happened then but he was left with a delicious memory, not even his own, of fucking deep into Xavier; of being Xavier and taking him deep, and loving every moment. Rayne caught his breath although he did not need to. 

Something very odd was going on here. Not unpleasantly odd, but bizarre nonetheless. He did not sense that Xavier was unhappy with Chavez but…

Paddy stroked his thigh enquiringly, his hand hot and needy on the cool skin of his leg and the curve of his backside. 

“Baby?” he whispered hungrily. 

Rayne looked to him with a smile. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m coming.”

He turned back briefly and cupped Xavier’s face, touching noses with him and snatching a kiss from those gasping lips as Chavez began to buck harder behind him. 

Then he was gone, prowling over Paddy like a little panther, bending to kiss his once-muscular body with a curious tenderness as he straddled the older man’s hips and that massive weapon lying proud of his belly.

Xavier rolled his hips against Chavez, pushing back into him with every forward thrust now. Chavez’s hands slid up his body from his hips to his shoulders, pulling back as he slammed forward. Sweat began to sheen them both as they worked furiously toward another orgasm. Both of them watched Rayne and Paddy entwined together. 

Xavier’s fingers gripped the edge of the cushion under him, and his head dropped between his shoulders as Chavez vigorously worked him from behind. He slid a hand down his body to stroke his drooling prick and fondle his balls. Chavez leaned into him, and Xavier let him push his shoulders down to the couch. It changed the angle that Chavez’s cock slid into him and Xavier groaned, stroking himself faster. 

As Rayne and PJ kissed one another, slow and intimate, the older man gripped the singer’s firm cheeks and pried them apart firmly, stroking Rayne’s little pink pucker gently until it opened up for him. He pushed the middle finger of either hand in slowly, almost to the third knuckle then drew back as Rayne writhed on his thrusting fingers, the circling of his eager hips helping to stretch his ring. He crouched over PJ McNamara now, squeezing a trail of lube onto the thick, tan-coloured member between his thighs. His deft hands stroked and caressed Paddy’s erect length until it was standing upright, slick with lubricant. He reached back and worked a drizzle of clear gel down his crack letting Paddy rub it gently into his clenching hole with the first two fingers of either hand. Rayne moaned softly as he was breached and stretched. 

“Enough, honey?” his lover asked tenderly. 

“Mmm-hhhhmmm… nearly there,” Rayne crooned in a low tone. He squeezed lube into the palm of his left hand and made a fist, getting the clear gloop all over his long fingers then tucked all four fingers tightly together so that his hand made a kind of swan’s bill shape. As the older man removed his fingers Rayne eased his hand between his cheeks and pushed all four fingers slowly up his own arsehole. He began to pump his long-boned hand steadily up his chute, stretching himself good and slow until his hand was in his ass past the third knuckles. The fingers of his free hand were curled around the mast of Paddy’s thick, fifteen inch cock, pumping and stroking it just beneath the fat, mushroom helmet, rubbing the purple dome slowly on his balls and that miracle inch beyond his clenching sac. He whimpered, frustrated that he could not get his fingers in deeper.

Chavez gripped Xavier’s lean hips hard and pumped into him, furiously turned on by the sight. His cock stroked urgently inside the horny blond dancer, each thrust driving him closer and closer to the brink. 

“Rrrggghhhhhhhh! Ma-an! Gonna…gonna…!” Chavez broke off, panting and groaning incoherently as he filled the latex sheath with his hot Latino seed.

Xavier sank down onto the wide couch with Chavez sprawled across his back. They both lay panting in a damp heap. Chavez kissed and nuzzled his neck and cheek from behind and Xav turned his head more so he could kiss him back until his cock started to soften and he pulled free. 

While they were finishing Rayne and PJ were getting down to business. Xavier looked up to see Paddy angling himself up and Rayne looking like he was about to sit down on a fence-post. 

“God…” he breathed. 

PJ’s knee was near Xavier’s face now. He tentatively reached over to stroke his hand over his shin, and the inside of his calf, and when PJ didn’t seem to mind, he caressed his way upward, placing small kisses along his leg, up over his knee until he reached the point where Rayne’s legs straddled him. 

“Help me, babe,” Rayne whispered to him huskily. “Line him up, will you? If I get this wrong, gawd ‘elp me but it’s gonna hurt!”

He was panting eagerly as he pulled his hand back out of his well-stretched ring easing the head of Paddy’s huge, glistening knob back towards his gaping hole. It looked like torture but he seemed more than willing. 

Xavier lifted his eyes to PJ’s and he didn’t see any objection there. He hesitated for just a moment and then slid his hand along the slick length of his cock. Looking was of course different then touching, it was something of a surprise that his fingers didn’t wrap all the way around. 

A little bit of anxiety uncurled in his belly. He wouldn’t have risked fucking PJ, but surely he wouldn’t get anything just touching him… 

He brought his hand all the way up in a long stroke and back down and up again, just for the novelty of feeling him. His fingers slick with lube, he lifted his hand from PJ to massage between Rayne’s cheeks, pushing his fingers inside to feel just how ready he was. He withdrew, guiding the smooth cap of PJ’s erection to take their place. Xav leaned over so he could lick up the underside of Rayne’s prick at the same time that PJ breached him. 

Rayne Wylde sucked in a sharp little breath, his head was tilted back, almost between his shoulder blades and his dark hair tumbled down against paler skin. The small, fragile sound he exhaled was neither masculine nor feminine but somewhere exquisitely balanced in-between. He rested his hands on Xavier’s arm for balance, gripping tight for a moment as he rocked himself backwards gently onto PJ’s vast protuberance, swaying his hips almost languidly and using the motion to slowly, smoothly work that huge beast inside him.

Tiny gasps and gurgles of sound escaped his lips as he began to rise and fall rhythmically together with the easy back and forth motion of his hips. The caress of Xavier’s clever tongue on his own rock hard shaft elicited a sequence of almost sweet little squeaks and whimpers from his throat.

“Mmmmmmhhhhh, angel!” Paddy sighed, the words a low rumble in his chest. “Sweet angel, that feels amazing. Keep going, honey. Keep working it down on me, baby. So tight! So good and tight!”

At the same time he stroked Xavier’s hair appreciatively, loving the sight of the sexy golden-skinned blond boy on his knees licking on the leaking, swollen cock of his slender, milk-white lover.

Rayne laughed breathlessly, opening his eyes for a second to glance down on them both then closing them tightly again. “Around ‘you’ even a savvy bottom like Luke Savage would feel tight!”

He stroked the backs of his fingers gently over the pin-prick bite marks in Xavier’s neck as the boy kissed and lapped at him.

Xavier shuddered in a sinuous movement that ran down his whole body. The touch scattered every thought and ruined any chance of finesse. Xav wrapped his lips around Rayne in a hungry plunge, a long needy moan reverberating in his chest. He felt Paddy’s fingers tighten in his hair as he sucked Rayne down to the base. He stroked his own throbbing cock, rubbing the silky smooth head along Rayne’s thigh. 

“Oh Christ! It’s like he knows what I’m thinking!” Rayne moaned hoarsely, nodding down towards Xavier’s bobbing head. Paddy chuckled, then the chuckle turned into a throaty cry of appreciation as Rayne moved even lower on his cock. Warm fingers caressed the pulsing junction of his stretched ring and Paddy’s hot, thick shaft. Chavez was on his feet now, standing beside them, admiring the feat of physical engineering going on between Rayne’s thighs and stroking him gently between his cheeks. He bent his head and began to lick and kiss the spot his fingers had been caressing. 

Rayne’s hand stroked the back of Xavier’s neck firmly and he began to thrust, circling his hips and bucking steadily into the blond’s seductive mouth. 

“I am gonna fuckin’ explode… any fuckin’ minute!” he growled hungrily. 

Xavier hummed around him, caressing his balls with one hand. He moved up and down on him in short quick bursts that pushed the sensitive head of his cock through the ring of his throat repeatedly. He could feel him building almost like he could feel himself building. Xav drew a deep breath and held it just before Rayne’s hand trembled on the back of his neck and he pulled him in tight, holding him in place.

“Aaaahhhhh!! Sweet Jesus!” Rayne yelped, his whole body jolting furiously as he hit his peak deep in Xavier’s throat, with PJ only halfway into him.

Xavier swallowed, eased back up when Rayne let him, caressing him with mouth and tongue until he’d drained him of every delectable drop and Rayne’s fingers slackened their hold. He came off of him, breathing hard and nearly drunk with desire. 

Paddy McNamara swore incomprehensibly as he felt the younger man tighten around him. His hands gripped Rayne’s lean hips and he thrust upward hard as the singer’s fierce rectal grip on his cock released briefly. Rayne Wylde made a noise like a train slamming the brakes on. His head was thrown back once more and his teeth were gritted so hard that Xavier could hear them grinding. 

Then Paddy was sitting up, moving Xavier and Chavez out of his way by means of sheer physical presence as he pulled Rayne into his embrace and turned, keeping the smaller, slighter man under him. He reached for the lube, injecting a good blast of wetness into his mate before he resumed and his mouth fastened onto Rayne’s as he eased one of his lover’s knees back to his shoulder and began to stroke slowly inside him. 

“Holy shit!” Chavez exhaled, pulling vigorously on his cock as he watched and listened to the heartfelt moans rising from the singer’s breast as he was taken deeper and faster. 

Xav twisted around again, sliding his lithe body between Chavez’s thighs. He licked a wet line up his tightly drawn nut sac. Chavez angled his reddened cock toward his mouth and Xav slipped his lips around him at the same time he shifted his body around so he was in a better position if Chavez felt like reciprocating. 

Chavez slipped happily back down into the 69 and sucked on Xavier’s firm young balls with a will, pumping his hand steadily up and down the hot, hard length of his new friend’s beautiful cock as he pulled and licked on the delicious nutsac hanging beneath it. His hips rocked eagerly back and forth, grinding his groin in the blond’s face and pulsing within the sweet suction of Xav’s soft, wet lips. The sofa pitched and vibrated with the force of a small quake as PJ thrust hard between Rayne Wylde’s wide spread legs. Each deep stroke of his long, hard piston drove another breathless cry of acknowledgement from his mate’s throat.

The taste of Chavez mingled with the taste of Rayne already on Xavier’s tongue. He could watch Paddy and Rayne as Chavez vigorously pumped between his lips. It was hot, yes, but Xavier also picked up on the tenderness, bittersweet, between them. For a second he could almost feel what it was like to be impaled on the huge tool between Rayne’s thighs. 

He shivered, body rolling with the feel of Chavez fisting him fast and tight. He didn’t think he had anymore left in him but he could feel his balls drawing up tight, the surge making his dick even harder. He moaned desperately around the cock in his mouth as he bucked and shuddered though another quaking orgasm.

Chavez pulsed eagerly, already close to exploding as Xavier sucked sweetly on his length. His hands rolled over the younger man’s hot body restlessly and he nuzzled the dancer’s firm balls as he stroked his lips to the very base of Xavier’s rigid cock. 

Beside them on the sofa, Paddy was almost curled around Rayne like an enormous, human shell. When he was younger, that body must have been quite something. Even now he was still nicely defined. The urgent thrust of his hips drew clean lines in the musculature of his buttocks and thighs. Rayne snaked around him like a grappling hook, riding each thrust with an answering groan that vocalised the sheer effort of taking his mate more than words. PJ’s mouth covered his, stifling even that outlet for a little while. Rayne’s hungry moaning reached a quavering peak and his grip tightened briefly then released. Paddy exhaled a long growl of satisfaction and pulled his smaller body close, holding him fast as he drove himself deeply into Rayne, keeping his massive length in there for as long as the singer could bear it. 

Finally Rayne’s hands slapped against his burly shoulders and he murmured something too low to hear. PJ rose to his knees at once, easing out of him slowly. 

“Oh baby, I love you!” he purred appreciatively. “You are ‘so’ good to me.”

Chavez uttered a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh around Xavier’s cock and jetted hard into his suckling mouth. Xavier stroked his hands over the smooth caramel coloured skin, caressing him with his mouth until his bucking hips slowed to a stop and then released him. 

He lay back on the sofa cushions and didn’t want to move. A sleepy satisfied smile played about his lips and his eyes were half closed as he looked around the tangle of limbs and bodies sprawled on the couch. 

Chavez stroked a hand up and down his sweat soaked back, murmuring against his belly so that he felt the words through his skin; “Mmmmmhhhh that was ‘mazin’! So good!”

Almost gracefully, Paddy rolled off Rayne and off the sofa, landing softly on the plush carpet and slumping back against the cushions with his eyes closed. The singer curled around his head like a child around a favourite toy, nuzzling his cheek and whispering to him huskily in a voice too soft to hear. He was loose-limbed and exhausted but the affection he showed for the older man was beyond doubt. Paddy reached up and stroked his hair fondly, then tilted his head back to kiss Rayne’s mouth gently. 

Xavier lay still, letting his well-sated body cool down. He was wrung dry and his ass was a little sore. Probably not as sore as Rayne had to be, but still… if someone suggested another round Xav would absolutely turn him down. 



He closed his eyes. The conditioned air was cooling him off pretty quick, his damp skin drying enough to almost make him shiver. He felt sticky with sweat and semen. For just a second he confused the metallic taste in his mouth for blood but knew it was Chavez and Rayne’s come. He shook himself out of his drowse. 

He slid his hand up Chavez’s bare thigh and patted his butt. “What are you making for dinner? I’m starving.” 

“What did your last slave die of?” Chavez laughed breathlessly. 

Beyond him on the sofa, Rayne stretched out one small, white foot and stroked Xavier’s shoulder with his toes. His cheek was laid against the top of Paddy’s head as the big guy sprawled on the floor, leaning back on the settee with his own eyes closed. Paddy had one knee drawn up, screening that monster cock from view. Rayne’s eyes were open now though, and a luminous, icy green colour. His expression was almost smug.

Xavier turned his head a bit to nuzzle along Rayne’s calf but he gave Chavez a lopsided grin and arched one brow at him. “Well, I figured dinner is the least you could do since you lost me in your little bet.” 

Rayne smiled lazily, sinking back onto the soft, plump sofa cushions as he sighed; “I am so gonna enjoy working up an appetite for my breakfast, Chavez-chico!” 

He blew Paddy’s handsome Latino chef a languid kiss as he subsided. PJ McNamara laughed quietly to himself, thoroughly satisfied.

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