Birthday Suite

Birthday Suite

By Pfantazm

Ryan checked his watch again for the fifteenth time in an hour. He paced the floor of the apartment and wondered why Jamie wasn't calling. He reassured himself that it simply meant that Jamie was on his way home, but if that were so, then where was he?

Ever since he'd been assigned that new client, Jamie's boss had been pushing him to work extra hours. Ryan didn't object to this, as such. After all, it meant good things for Jamie if they liked his new campaign, but on the other hand, Ryan hadn't really been able to spend as much time as he would have liked with him. They'd moved in together nearly a month ago, but they were apart often enough that Ryan had hardly noticed a difference.

Tonight was going to be a change. They would go out to a nice dinner, then come home and spend a late evening in. And it would all begin when Jamie got home. Ryan checked his watch again. He was glad they hadn't needed reservations where they were going.

About forty minutes after the liberally estimated time when he'd be home, Jamie showed up at the door. Ryan took one look and, of course, all was forgiven.

His tie was loosened around his neck, over a blue dress shirt, his jacket hanging from two fingers. Straight, reddish brown hair was matted and spiky across the top of his head. His face was flushed, like he'd been running. His dark green eyes were dull with worry. Ryan cracked a crooked smile and took him in his arms.

"There was an accident on the highway and the A/C broke again," Jamie explained. "I need a shower."

"You have time," Ryan said tactfully.

Jamie wasted no time getting to the bedroom, and getting undressed. Clad only in sweat and a smile, he returned, rounded the corner and hopped into the bathroom.

After about fifteen minutes, Ryan poked his head inside. No point in locking the door, after all.

The shower shut off. Ryan picked up a towel and let gravity unfold it. The shower curtain twitched aside. Jamie's hair was all plastered back. He smiled at his boyfriend. Ryan covered him with the towel as he stepped out of the shower.

Jamie allowed himself to be dried off. Soon Ryan was just holding him tight.

With the door standing open, the steam escaped into the apartment and the misty mirror slowly revealed two men in love, beginning with their stomachs.

Behind the one with the auburn hair stood a taller man with black hair, wire rimmed glasses and, though they weren't open, eyes that were almost as dark as his hair.

"This is nice," Jamie remarked, "But are we ever going to get to dinner?"

"Aren't I allowed to spend some time with you first? Spending time with you is the whole point of tonight."

"Okay," Jamie agreed easily. "Either I get dressed, or you get undressed. Which is it going to be?"

Ryan's tummy grumbled.

"That settles that," Jamie said, patting his lover's shoulder as he went to get a fresh set of clothes.

Jamie lo-o-o-o-oved Italian. Ryan was much less picky about what he ate, and indulged Jamie any time he wanted.

He decided on the manicotti over the tricolor tortellini and set his menu aside. The work of the moment taken care of, Ryan took in the restaurant.

The place was designed to give the appearance of piazze that no longer quite existed in Italy now, and were supposed to be from some period of recent history that could not quite be pinned down. The effect wasn't carried off very well, but the place had excellent food.

Ryan spotted their waiter in conversation with the patrons in one of the booths. He'd noticed the guy had a killer smile, and was noticing now what a cute butt he had.

"Are you checking out our waiter?" Jamie asked over his menu, sotto voce.

It was obvious that this was exactly what he was up to, so why deny it? "Yeah," he said with a grin. "What do you think of him?"

Jamie blinked, then said, without looking, "He wasn't bad."

Ryan decided to let the matter drop. The waiter came back to their table. They ordered. He left.

Staring into the bottles clustered at the center of the table, Jamie asked, "Do you want to do it with him?"

Ryan didn't know what else to say, so he told the truth. "I was actually thinking of doing it with you and him."

"What?"

"You know. At the same time." This did not seem to help the situation.

"How come you've never said anything like this before?"

"It's just never come up before. Fantasies and stuff like that. I just assumed it would in its own time."

Jamie stared after the waiter on his way to some other table. Ryan worried. He did not look like he was taking this new information well.

The conversation from there, what there was of it, was very stilted, and was only on neutral topics.

The drive home had been ominously quiet. Neither Ryan nor Jamie wanted to get intimate once they were back in the apartment. Jamie sat in bed reading a novel. Ryan puttered around the apartment, tidying up.

He gathered plates and glasses left on the tables and the desk near his workstation. After that he wandered back and forth from one end of the room to the other, picking up clutter, but not actually getting anything done. His mind was elsewhere.

Had he said something wrong? Ryan didn't think he had. This was a real fantasy of his, and one that he wanted to share with Jamie. It would have come up eventually.

It was rather tactless of him to gawk at the waiter, and the explanation could have been handled better.

Still, it wasn't a matter of looking at a cute guy to replace the person he was with. He loved Jamie, and he was very happy with the way things were moving. Had been moving.

Jamie's feelings were obviously hurt. However it had happened, that much was true. Ryan needed to do something about that.

He went into the bedroom. Jamie sat in bed in a T-shirt, reading. Ryan went over and sat on one leg by his side. "Jamie?" he said.

Jamie set his book aside, rolled over and mumbled a "good night."

Something in Ryan's body reacted. There was an odd feeling, like something in the very core of him constricted. Then this wave of sadness flowed out over him, finishing at his head, where a tear started to form.

Jamie had never rejected him like that. They had been seeing each other for half a year and they'd had fights, but Jamie had always been willing to listen.

Wordlessly, Ryan went and prepared for bed. He undressed, set his glasses on the nightstand and climbed into bed.

Worry kept him awake. About every ten minutes he would have to roll over to a new position. Jamie was already asleep, but every time Ryan stirred, Jamie was disturbed. So Jamie was sleeping, but Ryan was keeping him from getting any real rest.

He looked over to Jamie, his face strangely glowing in the green light of the clock radio. His soft features were untroubled now, and his breathing was even.

Ryan knew what it was now, that odd feeling. That was why people said what they did. His heart had broken when he realized just how much he'd hurt the man he loved.

He leaned over and gave Jamie a peck on the cheek, then got up as carefully as he could. Ryan fetched a pillow and a blanket from the closet to let Jamie get his rest. He owed him at least that.

After several long, miserable hours on the couch, Ryan got to sleep himself.

The next day, a Friday, was one of just going through the motions for Ryan. He had enough work as a web designer just then that he could pass the day, just hammering out code without having to think too hard.

The time passed slowly. Ryan cooked dinner. Half of it got cold. It grew dark outside. He wondered when Jamie would be getting back.

When Jamie did finally get in, barely two words were exchanged. He did little more than collapse into bed. Ryan resigned himself to another night on the couch, since Jamie was obviously very tired, whatever his emotional state was.

What was he thinking? Was it just a bad coincidence that he'd had to work so late that night, or was he avoiding him? He'd find out tomorrow. It was Saturday and Jamie didn't have to leave the apartment if he didn't want to.

Ryan was up early and sitting at the kitchen table, most of a bowl of now- soggy cereal in front of him. Jamie, in his bathrobe, appeared around the corner. He seemed surprised to see Ryan there.

"Can we talk?" Ryan asked.

Jamie set the apple juice on the counter and nodded.

"What's happening to us? I mean, ever since the restaurant you've been avoiding me. I realize you might just have been working late yesterday, but on Thursday...."

Jamie looked at Ryan with watery eyes. Ryan leapt up and hugged him. Jamie hugged tightly back.

"I'm sorry. If I'd known the thing with the waiter was going to upset you like this, I never would have brought it up." Ryan was almost in tears himself.

"Ryan, I'm just so glad you still want to be with me," Jamie said around sobs.

Ryan looked at him, obviously not understanding.

"I thought I wasn't good enough for you anymore, that you wanted someone else."

"No," Ryan said. "That's not it at all. Here, sit down, hon."

Jamie sat in one chair and Ryan scooted up to him in the other and took his hand. "It's not that I want somebody else, it's just a fantasy. I think it would be a fun way to spend an evening for both of us. I certainly don't want to do it without you."

"What about you going off and sleeping on the couch, then? I thought you didn't want to be with me."

Ryan explained how he was keeping Jamie from sleeping properly. "You need your sleep, so I went on the couch." Jamie started laughing. "What?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night on Thursday and found you were gone. I thought you'd left and I was up half the night. I woke up Friday and I was late in to work. When Karen called in at nine p.m. and found out I was still there, she said I should take some time off. She didn't want me burning out before I'm thirty."

Ryan smiled. "Your boss is a smart lady."

"She is."

"Jamie, it's only a fantasy I have. It never has to happen. You're obviously not comfortable with it, and as long as we're still together, and I hope we are for a good, long time, then we don't do it. I'm perfectly okay with that. Do you understand?"

"Won't you still think about it?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah, probably, but it won't be in any practical way. I won't go looking for anyone, if that's what you mean. Look, right now, it's coming down to a choice between keeping you happy and the fantasy. You'll win every time." Ryan kissed Jamie's hand and Jamie blushed. "Hasn't there ever been a fantasy you've had that you couldn't fulfill? I mean other than making it with the Backstreet Boys all at once or something."

"Well," Jamie began, "I have always wished you'd, um, tie me up."

Ryan was caught off guard. "Oh...."

"And I remember you said you weren't really into any of that, so I just never brought it up."

Ryan was frowning. "I just can't understand why anybody would want to have that done to them."

"I know, and I can't really explain it myself, so I guess I just won't get to do it again."

"Again?"

"(whoops)"

"What do you mean, 'again'?"

Jamie's face clouded over. "When Rick and I were together, we did that."

Ryan had met Jamie's ex. "Rick? Are you crazy?! The man is a psycho."

"He wasn't like that when we were going out. He went through a bad time and he changed. I couldn't trust him anymore. It's why I broke up with him."

Ryan got down on his knees in front of Jamie. "You said you couldn't explain why you'd want that to me, but you have to try, baby, 'cause you've got me real scared here. How could you let him do that to you?"

Jamie looked down at him. "It's easiest to start with why I don't do it.

"There are some people who actually are in it for the pain and abuse. That's not me. And some people have their roles of master and slave in effect all the time, even in public, and that's a little much for me, too.

"It's an expression of trust. Of knowing I can put myself in someone's hands and that they're not going to hurt me and that everything will still be okay.

"I know it can be that way with you, Ryan. I do trust you that much. That's probably why I reacted so badly when you looked at that waiter. It was like a betrayal, but it wasn't and... I'm sorry. I overreacted." Jamie pulled Ryan up and into his arms. They kissed deeply, after two days of torturous separation. Ryan tried to sit in Jamie's chair, half on his lap.

"You said," Jamie continued afterwards, "that you don't do it when we first started having sex, so I just went right on without it."

"Which is what I'm willing to do about the threesome," Ryan added.

"It is the same thing isn't it?" he said, sounding down. "Oh, God, I screwed this up, didn't I?"

"You can make it up to me," Ryan said, smiling. He ran his hand across Jamie's right breast.

"Mmmmm, you think I could?" He felt the soft cotton at the crotch of Ryan's track pants and felt a wonderful hardness.

Ryan reached up and under Jamie's bathrobe and felt much the same thing. "I know you could." He picked Jamie up bodily and carried him, like a bride, to the bedroom. Jamie laughed.

"You're not worried I'm going to drop you?" Ryan asked as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen.

"Of course not. You could probably carry me all day." Ryan was built like a football player.

"You're not the least bit - concerned?" he teased as he let Jamie drop a couple of inches.

Jamie just giggled. "I know you wouldn't. Not on purpose."

"Well, you're pretty confident, aren't you?"

Jamie nodded. Ryan dropped him gently onto the bed while he squealed.

Ryan took off his track pants and shirt. Jamie undid his bathrobe and jumped back into his lover's arms, his heels hooked behind his back. Jamie's butt hovered over Ryan's very stiff cock. Ryan rubbed it against him as Jamie squirmed, rubbing his own penis against Ryan's stomach.

They kissed again, heads tilted to the side, and their passion for each other rose again.

Ryan gripped Jamie tightly, one arm around his back, one hand in his hair. Jamie was right; he did not want to let him go.

He laid him carefully on the bed and got down beside him. He pulled Jamie back against him and they kissed again.

Jamie allowed Ryan to lead, and Ryan's tongue plunged far into Jamie's mouth. The taste of him was sweet. Ryan's strong tongue tried to grip his own.

When Ryan came up for air, Jamie hugged him tight to welcome him back. Then his silent apology began.

He pushed Ryan onto his back and straddled his body. Ryan's face, smiling up at him melted his heart. Jamie flexed his cock involuntarily and it thumped against Ryan's stomach.

Jamie buried his face in the hair that covered Ryan's chest and dug down to his nipple. He lapped at and teased this treasure, and got Ryan groaning. Ryan's hands were moving across the surface of Jamie's back and sides. Jamie's hand ran through the thick, curly hair that covered Ryan's front.

Ryan grabbed Jamie's ass, squeezing his cheeks. Jamie arched his back and groaned, raising his backside in the air. Like this, their members overlapped, almost tip to tip. Ryan reached underneath and grasped both of their cocks in his hand. He pressed them together tightly and rubbed them against each other.

Ryan gingerly skinned back the hood on Jamie's uncut penis. The head of it was wet with juice. He rubbed the two heads together, sending shivers down Jamie's spine.

"Oh," Jamie pleaded, "let me have it, Ryan. I want it."

Ryan let go to find out what Jamie was after. He spun around and started sucking him off with a vengeance.

"Oooooooh... ohhh yehhhh,..." Ryan breathed as Jamie descended onto his manhood. Jamie's cock was hovering over Ryan's head, and he snapped it up in one gulp.

They nursed at each other's cocks, each doing what he knew the other liked.

Jamie steadily bobbed up and down on Ryan's thick cock, and it went partway down his throat on every stroke. His tongue followed suit, licking along the crown and shaft as he went.

Ryan just held Jamie in his mouth and worked his dextrous tongue over the very sensitive head and skin. He licked it all over, like a lollipop, and Jamie's precum was as sweet to the taste as any candy.

Jamie moaned into Ryan's crotch. He knew what that meant. He scrubbed at the crown of Jamie's cock with the flat of his tongue as Jamie's moans pitched higher and higher. There was no holding back. Jamie pushed into Ryan's mouth and spurted jet after jet of cum into Ryan's throat.

Ryan himself managed to hold off a bit more. He relaxed and just enjoyed Jamie's work without having his attention divided. He sighed, "Oh, yeah," and rubbed Jamie's body down, stroking his torso and legs.

Jamie sped up. Ryan's legs tensed up, pointing straight out. Jamie took a chance and poked underneath, reaching for Ryan's hole.

When he realized what Jamie was done, Ryan spread his legs. Jamie was surprised. Ryan didn't often go for this sort of thing.

Jamie sucked on his fingers, getting them good and wet. He entered his lover with great care, slowly, very slowly, easing his finger past Ryan's sphincter.

Jamie went down on Ryan again, sucking him in and letting him slide out of his mouth rapidly. His finger stretched deep into Ryan's body.

Ryan sucked air past his teeth and squirmed underneath Jamie. His seven and a half inches lanced down his boyfriend's throat as he was invaded. It was a rare moment when Ryan could enjoy the sensations that finger was bringing him, but his desire for Jamie broke barriers.

Finally, the pleasure had built up too much to be contained any longer. Ryan's legs stretched out to their fullest, and he squeezed down on Jamie's finger. He pumped a healthy amount of semen into Jamie's gullet, which was happily gulped down.

After the last few imaginary traces of cum were lapped up from Ryan's cock, Ryan collected Jamie up in his strong arms and held him close.

"I'm so glad to have you back," he said.

"I'm glad we're together again too," Jamie replied. "I love you, honey."

"And I love you. Let's don't fight like that again." Ryan gave Jamie a squeeze.

"It's a deal."

The two young men spent that whole Saturday playing with each other like that. Jamie even got to fuck Ryan. They celebrated each other's bodies, making up for lost time and misunderstandings.

Ryan sat down at his computer to work one morning, a few weeks later.

It was part of his daily routine to clear out his web browsers' caches so that any pages he loaded up would be loaded fresh.

The Netscape cache was full of JPEG images from sites with 'sex' and 'male' in their URLs.

Jamie must have gone online while Ryan was at the store yesterday. Intrigued, he opened a few of them.

The first was a black-and-white photo. A muscular, hairy man was being tied hand and foot to some kind of wooden building, standing up. His back was to the camera, but he looked back over his shoulder at the other man in the picture, who was just finishing off an ankle. This second man wore jeans, boots and a Stetson.

'Cowboys, Jamie?' thought Ryan, amused.

The next batch of pictures was much like that. Rope or leather straps. No pain or distress, mock or otherwise. Some of the "victims" were so intricately tied up that it looked like they'd been attacked by a macrame enthusiast gone mad. Either these men were very willing (and patient) participants, or they'd been quite heavily drugged and rolled over several times to get the right effect.

Sometimes the bound man was alone in the shot, other times the man who'd done the tying was there. Sometimes they were lashed to a bed or a vertical frame, spread-eagle, and for others they were simply bound like a mummy so they couldn't move.

Ryan leafed through them, trying to figure out what Jamie got out of them. His assumption had always been that the one doing the tying was acting out of malice and the ones tied were shy victims who were browbeaten into it. But these photos and Jamie's own story belied that, at least in Jamie's own case.

Ryan still hadn't figured it out when he came upon a series of photos from a different site.

The first featured a naked man standing up. He was sucking a second guy off, a third guy was sucking the first off, and the fourth was rimming the first. The file was titled 'airtight.jpg'. No one was wearing a harness or rope. It was a vanilla group sex pic. Ryan started getting aroused.

He looked at the next. About half a dozen men snaked around the edge of a pool in one long daisy chain. Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. Where did he find this stuff?

The next twenty or so pictures were like that. Threesomes, foursomes, and all-out orgies, without a hint of bondage.

Ryan smiled. 'He's doing the same thing I am,' he thought. 'He's trying to understand.'

An idea formed in Ryan's mind.

'Finally,' Ryan thought as Jack appeared at the door of the diner.

The place was busy. It was downtown and the dinner hour was quickly approaching. The weather was only making a half-hearted effort to cool down for the evening so far. Ryan beckoned his friend over to his booth.

Jack's face lit up in recognition. He ambled over and sat opposite Ryan.

"Alright," Jack said, smiling, "I'm here. What were you so anxious to talk about?"

Ryan wasn't sure how to begin. It was one thing to fantasize about a three- way, but another to ask a friend to join one.

"At the poker game last week, I saw you checking Jamie out," he began.

"Hey," Jack said, starting to rise, "I never touched him, I swear...." That Ryan outweighed him by around sixty pounds was likely to be at the forefront of Jack's mind.

"Sit down. It's alright," Ryan said. "I didn't think there was anything happening between you two. Relax." Jack sank back onto his bench, and started in on really sticking to the leather seat. "But would you like there to be?"

"Hunh?"

"Jamie's birthday is next Tuesday and I'm cooking up a surprise for him." Ryan filled Jack in. "Do you want to be the third?"

"Yeah! I'm honored that you asked me."

"There's just one more problem," Ryan said. "I think we may need a fourth person."

Ryan had known Jack since college, where diving was Jack's sport. He was no longer competitive - Ryan could see leg hair below Jack's walking shorts - and he had kept his physique with exercise, but he wasn't strong in the way Ryan was.

"I'm not sure the two of us could handle it alone," Ryan explained. "I'd rather it just be the three of us for the real action. Can you think of anyone who might help?"

"I think so," Jack said after a moment. "It would depend on if he could get to your place in time, and whether he'd agree to it in the first place, but yeah. Tony could be your big brother."

"And he wouldn't mind being left out of the fun?"

"Not at all. He's totally straight."

Ryan grinned. It was perfect.

It was Jamie's birthday.

Ryan and Tony waited together at the side. Ryan chatted nervously. The big account with that special client Jamie was successfully completed, and Jamie was working normal hours again, but he still came home late on occasion. The waiting was hell.

The scraping sound of a deadbolt opening interrupted their hushed conversation. It was starting.

Jack was just inside the door to the apartment and to the side. His role was crucial. If Jack messed up, the whole thing could be over before it began.

Tony and Ryan put on their ski masks. They were decked out in all black, which hadn't been wise since it was the height of summer.

They heard Jamie set his briefcase down. "Ryan? I'm home." There was the sound of a scuffle. The two bigger men came around the corner.

Jack was just tying the gag behind Jamie's head when the reached him. Jamie's eyes were wide with fright and he was pulling at the bandana at his mouth.

Tony and Ryan grabbed him quickly and immobilized his arms. Jack finished the gag and quietly shut the front door.

All through this Jamie was struggling, bucking, and tossing his weight around, trying to break free. This was why the fourth man was needed: to keep Jamie from hurting himself or one of them. As an added precaution, the three were wearing protective cups, just in case.

Jack was very busy. He blindfolded Jamie next, then went around and undid his tie. This he used to bind Jamie's wrists behind his back. He also unbuttoned his shirt, but had to leave it on, crumpled around his hands.

"Pick him up," Jack commanded, in a gravelly voice.

Ryan took Jamie's upper body and Tony lifted his kicking legs. He managed to get them mostly still. Jack removed his shoes and socks. Next he undid his fly.

Jamie cried out as best he could through his gag. He found new strength to squirm against the men holding him. It pained Ryan to see Jamie so scared. He hoped Jamie would understand.

When Jamie was naked except for his dress shirt, Jack ordered, "Take him into the bedroom." The commands were for Jamie's benefit. Everything had been carefully arranged in advance.

They lugged their captive into Ryan's bedroom and laid him on top of the blankets. The two "henchmen" held Jamie down, while Jack tied his feet together with rope.

It was still daylight outside, but with the blind and curtains drawn, it was as dark in the room as they could make it. Everyone removed their masks.

"Alright, boys," Jack growled, "I can handle him from here."

Both Ryan and Tony left. Ryan saw Tony out and lock the lower lock on the doorknob as quietly as he could. Then he stripped and sneaked back into the bedroom. His entry was covered by the sounds of Jack undressing and talking in his disguised voice.

"You know, man, I've been wanting this for a long time now, and I've finally got you."

Ryan could see Jamie trembling terribly. Jack was running his hands over Jamie's body. He caressed his very erect cock. "Looks like this has got you excited. You like being tied up?" Jamie gave no answer. He just tried to twist away.

It was time to bring Jamie in on the fantasy. Ryan signalled Jack to stop talking. He walked over and leaned into his lover's ear.

"Jamie," he said. "I want you to listen very carefully to my voice." He was still shaking. "Jamie, my love, please listen. Do you know who I am?"

He stilled. He made a passable attempt at saying, "Ryan?" through the gag.

"I'm going to take this off you now." He reached behind and unknotted the bandana at his mouth. Jamie spat fibres.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked.

"Oh, yes, I am now," Jamie answered him.

"Happy birthday, baby," he said, kissing him deeply.

On that cue, Jack licked Jamie's dripping cock.

Jamie broke the kiss and gasped. There was someone else in the room....

"That," Ryan explained as Jack started blowing him, "is someone that you know. A friend of ours. He likes you an awful lot, Jamie. I surprised you with a lot of this, but you get the final say. Do you want to stop, or should I join him?"

"No," he moaned, "don't stop. Ohh, ohhh,..."

"I'm glad you like your presents, Jamie. Enjoy."

Ryan climbed upon the bed and took Jack's place. He inhaled Jamie's thick cock in one swallow, making Jamie writhe and toss his head.

Jack lifted Jamie's legs up onto his back and separated his knees. He buried his nose in Jamie's ass and feasted on his hole. Jamie made little whimpering noises of pleasure.

Ryan pulled back on Jamie's uncut cock. He was so erect that the very tip of him poked through his hood. Ryan burrowed his way in with his tongue and tried to lick under his foreskin.

Jamie was chewing his lip and saying, "Mmmm, yes, mmmm, yes,..."

While Ryan was giving him head, Jack had managed to work his tongue partway into Jamie's ass and was fucking him with it. Jamie swivelled his hips to get right down onto his muscle.

Ryan, meanwhile, peeled down the skin covering the crown of his boyfriend's cock, and took the head into his mouth. He let his tongue trail over it, touching it only very faintly.

Jamie shook his head violently from side to side. When Ryan pressed the soft flesh of the inside of his lips against Jamie's hypersensitive glans and turned his head to rub it around, Jamie lost all control. "Ooh, shit!" he yelled and came in Ryan's mouth. He took Jamie right inside and drank it all down, savoring every drop.

After his orgasm, Jamie was panting heavily with his mouth hanging open.

"Well, Jamie, did you like that?" Ryan asked.

"Yyyesss."

"Then I think you really ought to thank our guest for his part in all this. Don't you agree, friend? See there, he's nodding his head. What do you think of that, Jamie?"

"What do I do?" Jamie asked submissively.

Ryan went around to the bedside table. Jamie heard the familiar sound of a drawer opening and foil crackling. "Don't worry, babe. These are for me. I am going to fuck your tight little ass and watch you suck off our very good friend, here."

He dragged Jamie down the bed, taking half the bedspread with him. Ryan bent him over the edge of the mattress, knees on the floor, then lifted his upper body.

Jack got into position. He sat near the edge so that when Jamie was lowered again, his face was in Jack's lap. Jamie nosed around until he latched onto Jack's cock and began demonstrating his gratitude. Ryan undid the tie around Jamie's wrists and bound them once more, this time locking his hands around Jack's back.

Ryan put on the rubber, the squirted out a good amount of lubricant onto his hand. He made sure his passage into his lover's ass would be smooth.

If Jamie had any doubts as to who was where before Ryan began entering him, they were gone now. Ryan's familiar seven and a half inches slid effortlessly inside of him. Jamie took it all in one long stroke. Jack was just as thick as Ryan, but at least an inch shorter. Jamie's mystery guest was a perfect mouthful, and his lover a satisfying assful. Jamie squeezed his rectal muscles to let Ryan know he was ready.

Ryan laid his hands high on Jamie's back, and started to swing his hips back and forth into the depths of his love's body. He watched as Jamie's auburn-haired head jerked and rotated as he explored another man's dick. Jamie had little to go on; Jack could only grunt or moan, not speak, but he communicated well enough. The look on Jack's face was great to behold. His head was tipped back slightly. He smiled and watched Jamie suck him, and he watched Ryan take Jamie's ass.

Ryan's fantasy was happening. Maybe not quite in the way he wanted, but that might come later. For now, he plowed into his boyfriend. Watching Jamie go down on someone else made him harder and hornier than he could ever remember being. He gripped Jamie's shoulders and jammed his rigid manhood into his ass with a great ferocity. Jamie got very vocal around Jack's cock.

Jamie pulled off a second to yell, "Towel, Ryan!" It took Ryan a second to figure it out. Jamie was about to cum again. He didn't have anything nearby to save the sheets so he just cupped his hands in front of Jamie's dick.

"I'll catch it, baby. I'm close too. Unh, unh, unh!"

Jamie came with a force Ryan could feel in his hands. The thought finally tipped the scales and Ryan began filling the condom.

"Oh, yes," Jack whispered as he pushed Jamie up and off him and started rubbing his wet member furiously. He repositioned Jamie's head. Jack grimaced and spurted cum all over Jamie's face. There was no choice, really. He didn't want to shoot it into his mouth without permission, so his seed splattered against Jamie's boyish features. White gobs hung from his nose and cheeks, and dampened the blindfold. A little even landed in his hair.

Ryan had pulled out of Jamie and was discarding the rubber. He saw Jack help Jamie up, still in a forced embrace around Jack's body. Their guest licked his own cum off of Jamie's face until he was clean. Ryan opened the blinds and let the fading sunlight fill the room. Then he removed Jamie's blindfold while Jack kissed him. Jamie blinked and backed up to see who he'd been having sex with.

"Jack! Holy shit, man!" he cried as he took his friend into a real hug.

Ryan freed Jamie's hands while they talked.

"Hey, Jamie. Happy birthday!"

"Now how did Ryan talk you into this?"

Ryan grinned as he started undoing the rope.

"Well, he explained about your fantasies and about how he thought that combining them would please everyone."

"That," Ryan added, "and I once caught him checking you out, so I know he'd be interested."

"Oh, thanks," Jamie said to Ryan as his ankles were freed. He stood up and went to Ryan.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, worry written across his face.

"I'm a little stiff, but I'll live," Jamie replied, smiling.

"Did I do good?"

"You did great. Thank you so much." Jamie kissed Ryan and hugged him. He looked back to Jack, who was grinning from ear to ear. "I guess you enjoyed yourself. C'mere." He held out an arm to make room for him.

Jack came over and hugged them both. "Oh, yeah, I did. I had a couple of fantasies of my own come true today."

"A couple?" Ryan marvelled. "Wow. Care to share?"

"Well, first, I got to watch you suck Jamie and fuck him. I'm something of a voyeur, and you two were great."

"Aw, shucks," Ryan said. "'Tweren't nothin'."

"What was the other fantasy?" Jamie wanted to know.

Jack got bashful all of a sudden. "I don't know if I should say...."

"What, that you got to have sex with Jamie?" Ryan said. "That's no secret, Jack. I don't mind."

"That's not it," said Jack.

Jamie squinted his eyes at Jack. "I think," he said, "that you've got it backwards. I think he has the hots for you."

Ryan stared at Jamie for a second then studied Jack's reaction. He was blushing bright red. "Is he right?"

Jack hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, he is. I've had sort of a crush on you since college. I just didn't think you were interested in me."

"Why?" Ryan said.

"You were on the football team. You'd gone to Europe and Australia and had all these adventures from high school. You were always telling these cool stories about what you'd done. I've never been anywhere. I was a science geek, either at diving practice or studying most of the time. I was just glad you wanted to spend time with me at all."

"And you never said anything," mused Ryan.

"I didn't think I stood a chance. I figured, what could I add to your life?" He sat on the bed frowning.

"You could have added love," Jamie said, joining Jack on the bed. "Humor. Passion. You've got a lot to offer the right guy, Jack."

"I wish I'd known, Jacky," Ryan said, kneeling next to them. "We could've had some fun times."

"Yeah, but it's too late now." Jack put an arm around Jamie. "You found the right guy for you. Maybe I'll be lucky like that one day." He looked from Jamie to Ryan and back again. "I should get going." He stood up. So did Ryan.

"Are you leaving my birthday party so soon? Can't you stay for dinner?" Jack just looked at Jamie. "We can order pizza or something. I mean, you and Ryan haven't actually had sex with each other yet," he said, grabbing both their asses, "and that is something I think I'd like to see." He winked at Ryan.

"Do you mean it?" Jack said.

"Sure. We can tie Ryan to the bedposts, you can have your way with him, and I'll watch." Ryan laughed. "I'm serious. What goes around, comes around, right?"

"Uh," Ryan commented.

Jamie slid up close to Ryan and laid a hand on his chest to go with the one on his butt. "You trust me, right? And Jack's your friend. He won't hurt you. You'll be safe, I promise." Jamie looked him right in the eye. "What do you say, Ryan? You can say no, and that's alright." He touched Ryan's cock, which had risen to hardness once again. "But I don't think you want to say no, do you?"

Afternote: I hadn't planned for this story to go on, but as we've just seen, we don't always get what we expect from something.