Birthday Suite

Birthday Suite 2

By Pfantazm

Ryan rested there on the bed, on his knees and elbows, gripping the woodwork in the headboard, and wondered what the hell he was doing. He'd arranged a fake kidnapping for his boyfriend, and this was okay, because Jamie had really wanted it. He'd brought his friend from college in on it, and this seemed to be okay because Jack had let it slip that he thought Jamie was hot and group sex was Ryan's thing. Since then, his plans had gone to hell, and everything was being turned around.

Jamie was at Ryan's side and was tying his wrists to the headboard with a couple of Jamie's ties. The only rope they had in the house was that yellow nylon stuff that would only scratch up your wrists. Watching his love tie the complicated knots he was using, Ryan had to assume Jamie was the greatest boy scout who ever lived, or he'd done this many times before.

That Jamie, who would be perfectly described as petite if he were a woman, could dominate Ryan, the former college football star, wouldn't surprise anyone who knew them well. Physically, maybe not, but the couple adored each other, and the whole "I'd do anything for you" line that lovers always said was certainly being put to the test tonight.

The hitch was Jamie wouldn't be the one doing the dominating.

When Jamie figured out that Jack had had a thing for Ryan since their school days, Jamie hadn't been jealous like Ryan had expected. Instead this happened.

All three men were naked and hard. Ryan's cock jutted out below his body. Jack kneeled behind Ryan and to the side, running his hands across Ryan's big body - along his side, his hip, his broad back, the crack of his ass. How many times had they changed in the locker room and Jack had watched him, longing to caress his skin, feel it under his hands, taste it? And with his hands lashed to the bed, Jack was going to get to do almost anything he wanted to. And he, Ryan, had agreed to this. Jamie had even suggested it, of all things.

So if bondage didn't turn him on at all, like he'd told Jamie early on in their relationship, why the hell was he so hard?

Ryan stared into the wall behind the bedposts. He didn't look at Jamie, and he didn't look back at his friend. His mind just raced through all the possibilities he could think of.

"I don't know if I can do this, hon," he finally said.

"Why not?" Jamie asked simply.

"Because-- because. . ." Why couldn't he put words to his fear?

"Because you don't know what's coming, and you don't have any control over it. You know me, and you trust me, and you know Jack well. Maybe even better than you know me. At the same time though, this is all different, and you don't like knowing what the plan is. Anything else?"

Ryan thought about it, then shook his head no.

"First of all," Jamie assured him, "you do have a say in this. If you really want to stop this, we will. I may have you tied up, but I'm not going to force you into anything." Jamie lay by Ryan's side and stroked his chest. "Jack and I aren't going to rape you. We certainly aren't going to hurt you.

"Jack has been holding back his feelings for you for years now. Other than your feelings for me, is there any reason you don't want him to act on them? Do you trust him?"

Ryan thought about it. They'd known each other since they'd met in the pool and again in the Gay Students' Association on the same day. Jack had been seeing someone, and Ryan was just fresh out of the closet. Jack had helped him through some tough times, but they'd never been anything but friends. "He's done a lot for me. I trust him."

Jamie was playing with Ryan's nipple by now. "And you know I'm here, and if Jack tries anything he shouldn't, I'll kick his ass. And if I can't, I'll get Mrs. Hampstead to come over and do it." The image of their elderly neighbour from across the hall assaulting Jack with her pink purse, with the help of her cat Wuffles, made Ryan smile against his will. "I can untie these with one good yank. You'll be fine, I swear. Now, do you still want to back out?"

Ryan wasn't sure what to say.

"You said that you wanted to know what my scene was really about. This is it. Anything could happen, and none of it is really up to you. You're putting yourself in our hands. You know you're safe, but it's not...." Jamie groped for the right words. "Certain. Predictable. Not entirely safe after all."

If anything, Jamie was turning him on even more. Jamie slid down underneath him and pressed his lips and tongue to Ryan's chest. At the same time, Ryan felt Jack bring his tongue up to Ryan's balls, resting them on top. Ryan gasped and his body arched up as both men licked at their chosen parts of his body. His hands gripped the bedframe until his knuckles were white. His cock was hard enough to drill through solid concrete.

"Yessssss, yes, I'll do it...."

Jamie smiled and kissed Ryan's chest. "Then I'll let Jack get on with it." He extracted himself from under his boyfriend's body and patted Jack's shoulder. He sat in the chair next to the window to watch the scene unfold.

Jack had Ryan's testicle in his mouth and was swirling it around on his tongue. Ryan's head was resting down on the pillows, the muscles in his forearm bulging as he squeezed the woodwork in his hands. Jack held Ryan by the waist and pulled himself farther up on the bed beneath his friend.

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

Jamie, who had been slowly fingering his cock, stopped for a moment. Those were the exact words Jack had said to him not an hour ago when they were staging his kidnapping.

"I don't think you ever knew just how hot you were in college." Jack kissed Ryan's abdomen. As he spoke, he interrupted himself every few words to kiss or lick his stomach. "There were so many guys... who asked me... if we were sleeping together.... And so many times... I wished we were."

As the diver wormed his way up the bed, Ryan's cock was dragged across the contours of his body, first his meaty pecs as Jack laved his tender stomach, then Jack's abs as he nibbled and sucked on the hardened, brown flesh of Ryan's nipples.

"You never knew any of that, did you...? That there were guys checking you out all the time... in the bar,... on campus,... in the football team's shower...." Ryan's eyes blinked open. There hadn't been any gay guys on his team, at least none that he'd known about. "I know you never knew about him. If you're extra nice to me, I may tell you who it was.

"That was you, my friend. So beautiful, so boyish and so damn naive. You never seemed to be aware of what was happening around you." By now, Jack was working himself up to eye level with Ryan. The former running back felt his cock nestled among Jack's pubes, and Jack's stiff manhood bumped up against the cheeks of Ryan's ass. "You were the object of lust for the whole campus. I wanted you so badly, but I was too shy around you to say anything."

Now that he could see into Jack's eyes, Ryan finally spoke. "You were shy?"

"Where you were concerned, yeah!" Jack took his friend's head in his hand. "You were my friend above anything else. I never thought you wanted me, and I didn't want to screw up what we had."

"Jacky, you could have had me easily."

"Now you tell me." He grinned. He reached between them and pulled his cock under next to Ryan's. "But for tonight, anyway, I've got you."

He brought his lips up to Ryan's, and they kissed, hungrily. Ryan dropped his body down onto Jack's and their cocks ground into each other. His powerful thighs and ass drove his member up against Jack's flesh. Ryan moaned; Jack sighed.

Jamie sat in his chair off to the side, legs spread, one heel up on the edge of the cushion, and he fingered himself. He wanted to reach over and touch his lover, but held back.

The doorbell rang, and everyone froze.

"Jamie?" Ryan said, with a tremor in his voice.

"The pizza," he said, exhaling. He dashed across the room and hopped into his pants. "Back in a sec," he whispered on his way out the door.

Ryan was giggling silently as he calmed down. Jack just stared up at him with an eyebrow arched. 'What?' Ryan mouthed. Jack held up a finger and squirmed out from under his friend. All Ryan could do was watch as Jack slipped behind him; into the bathroom, he had to assume. From where he was, he couldn't see what he was doing very well. He could just hear Jamie negotiating for the pizza. The former diver returned with his arm behind his back. He stayed that way as he walked up to Ryan again. He leaned down to whisper, "I've thought of something I'd like to do to you. It's something I did early on in college with other guys, and it's a lot of fun."

Realization dawned as Jack backed away again. In his first year, Jack had also been on the swim team.

"No!" he mouthed, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from the pizza delivery guy. Instead, he heard the familiar sound of a can of shaving cream discharging, and felt the cool softness of it being applied to his balls and asscrack.

By the time Jamie returned with a plate of pizza, Ryan's as was totally hairless, and Jack was just starting on his low-hanging balls. He blinked and went wordlessly back to his chair.

"Jamie--?" Ryan asked, but Jack interrupted him.

"Oh, quit whining. It's not like anyone else ever gets to see your equipment, and I can't reach any of the rest of your pubes like this anyway. What do you think, Jamie?"

From Jamie's angle, one might not guess that Ryan was actually quite hairy. Except for a healthy covering on his legs and some under the arms, Ryan was mostly smooth from the side, and his back was fortunately hairless. His chest, on the other hand, was a thick, dark thatch that Jamie loved running his hands through as Ryan fucked him. If Jack had suggested shaving his man all over, Jamie would take issue.

"I think it'll be really hot. And since we're trying new things...." Jamie and Jack smiled at each other.

"Tell you what, then. Get a wet cloth and wipe down the rest of his ass. I'm just about done here."

Jamie came over to inspect. There were still some leftover streaks of the foam left on the skin. He went into the bathroom for a face cloth and ran it under the warm water.

Why am I letting this happen to me?' Ryan thought to himself. They said that if I wanted it all to stop that I'd just have to say the word.' But when Jack nudged Ryan's thighs to spread wider, he'd complied. It wasn't the bondage, he was sure. The ties were already annoying him when he pulled against them. It was curiosity. He'd never known that there had been missed opportunity when he was in school, and he wanted to know what he'd missed out on.

He was surprised to find that he wanted Jack too.

Ryan felt the facecloth against his freshly shaved skin, wiping the last of the cream away, and he felt Jack's razor against his nut sac. Then someone - Jamie? - started licking his ass. Ryan moaned, putting his head between his bound arms on the pillows.

"Stop moving unless you want to lose these," Jack warned him.

Ryan settled down. It was another form of restraint: he had to keep from acting on his instincts while he got a rim job. All he could do was focus on the sensations he was getting.

While Jack tugged on his nuts, pulling them this way and that to scrape the hair away, Jamie stood off to the side and ran his tongue across the smooth, clean skin. He licked along the crack and across Ryan's hole. Ryan whimpered.

Finally, Jack was finished. He took over for Jamie, his tongue checking carefully that every last vestige of hair had been stripped from the skin. With his legs spread like they were, Ryan's hole was a deep, round depression perfectly placed between his muscular glutes. Jack pressed his nimble tongue inside, eating out the tender pucker in its centre. Ryan groaned and he squirmed around the gradually intruding muscle.

Jack's hands were busy, fondling the fleshy contours of Ryan's well- developed stomach, his hips, and his lower back. He stood up, reaching up along Ryan's torso until their hips were level. Jack's stiff cock nestled high against his frame, tucked between his leg and his ballsac. Soon the former diver was bent across his friend's back, his hands squeezing and teasing his nipples, and his glans bumping against the bound man's shaft.

Jack dry-humped his captive, with nothing more suggestive than his pubic bone touching Ryan's ass with every stroke. It was wildly erotic, and Jamie's cock stood straight up in his lap. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin, teasing his own cock just as Jack was teasing Ryan.

Ryan was entranced. He and his best friend were play-acting at fucking, while his real lover watched them. Was he turned on? Was he touching himself? Was he hovering somewhere near the bed, wanting to touch them, but not wanting to break the spell? He didn't dare look. His eyes were closed tight, and his entire world was the wooden frame in his hands, the bonds at his wrists, the cotton beneath him, and Jack everywhere else. He was a living realization of Jamie's fantasy. For this moment, this one encounter, he was someone else. And perhaps that was for the best.

"God, Jack, but I want you to fuck me," he heard himself say.

The former diver's rhythm faltered momentarily as, right on command, he brought his hips back, and pressed his cock into the spread cleft of Ryan's ass. The tip ground against Ryan's fresh-shorn skin, an icy tip of cold fluid, followed by the searing heat of his blood-engorged member.

Jack reached forward across Ryan's body to the end table, where the condoms and lube were. He groped, tipping the bottle into his grasp by its cap's edge. He popped it open, and poured the first handful out. The slick syrup was applied to Jack's cock, and ran onto Ryan's body. Still, Jack humped against him, smearing the lube onto the underside of his own cock and across the surface of Ryan's skin. Another handful was put to use in easing Jack's finger into Ryan, slowly at first, then with more force and Jack realized just how open Ryan was to this idea.

The slimmer man knew how rare a moment this was for Ryan, and moved hastily to get the condom on while the opportunity was there. His hands were trembling slightly as he wrapped his package. This beautiful man, inaccessible because of their friendship, their separate relationships to others, and most of all, Jack's shyness, was going to be his, even if only for a short time. His manhood ached in anticipation.

"Down," he commanded.

Ryan did nothing. What was 'down' supposed to mean?

Jack made his point clearer by pressing on Ryan's lower back and giving him a playful swat on the ass. "Down!"

The ex-football player's eyes opened wide and his body instinctively sank down to the sheets. As Jack started working up to a fuck, Ryan's mind raced. The little spank was certainly no worse than he'd have gotten from a teammate after a game, but it got to him. Jack really meant business. What had he gotten himself into? And how could he be this turned on?

Behind him, Jack was doing more of his playing, rubbing the tip of his cock around Ryan's hole (now at the right height for Jack to stand at the foot of the bed). He poked in at Ryan's waiting hole, but only to where his head would naturally fit. Then, he started pushing.

As Jack took his time entering Ryan, the bound man was feeling sensations he hand't known possible. He'd never been this hot to be the bottom. He had done it before, but mostly as a concession for Jamie. And Jamie's cock was elegant and slender. Hard, Jack's monster was almost as thick as his own. In the showers at school, it had looked unnaturally large on Jack's slender diver's body. Now it was perfectly filling, and before Ryan knew it, he felt Jack's pubes crushed against his skin. All six and a half inches were inside of him. "Ohhhhh, fuck, Jack, I never knew how big you were."

Jack grinned and his eyes narrowed. "You like this, Ryan? You like having my thick prick up your ass?" He drew back and jabbed into Ryan once for emphasis. As their bodies collided, Ryan groaned. "Right there? Is that where you want it?" Jack slammed into Ryan once more.

Ryan arched his back, grinding his cock into the rumpled sheets. That was the other shock. He'd usually gone soft by now. Jack was keeping up his dirty talk, but Ryan was concentrating on the fuck. As Jack really started in on his anal assault, Ryan pushed back. He felt hands grab his muscular hips and the heat of a cock deep in his ass, and that was all.

Jamie climbed onto the bed. Ryan's arms were distended straight out, so there was plenty of room for him to sit between his boyfriend's bound wrists. His cock stood invitingly in front on Ryan's face, and Jamie bent it forward to touch Ryan's face. His eyes opened and Ryan pounced on the uncut cock, his tongue working into the foreskin to tease the sensitive head.

Jack grunted, "I'm gonna cum, man. Your ass is so hot, I gotta cum! Ungh, ungh, I, gotta, cum, NOW!" He threw his head back and his hips forward, and his cock spewed forth blast after blast of cum into Ryan. Ryan felt his best friend's cock pulse inside him and moaned around Jamie's cock.

After the orgasm subsided, Jack remained there, hanging off Ryan's frame, panting.

Ryan lay panting, his boyfriend's cock resting against his lips, and his friend's softening inside him. He wanted to turn Jamie over and fuck him for hours, he was so hard. He wanted Jack to fill his ass again, and right then. Most of all he wanted his arms back. "Can you--?"

Jamie smiled down at his lover, and yanked the free ends of the binds on either side of him. They unravelled and after Ryan shook his wrists against them a couple of times, and he was freed. He took Jamie into his embrace.

"You get it now," Jamie said simply.

"I do, yeah. I wasn't sure I ever would."

Jack came around to join them. Ryan got up to make room for him, and hugged and kissed him. "So how was I?" Ryan asked.

"It was almost as good as I thought it would be, man."

"Almost?"

"Yeah. I thought you'd be more vocal," Jack replied, smiling.

Ryan punched his shoulder. "I'll give you vocal." His face got more serious. "Thanks, man."

"Thank you, and thanks, Jamie." Jack grabbed his condom-covered cock. "Let me get rid of this, and we'll figure out how we're getting Ryan here off. It looks like he needs it."

Ryan smacked Jack's ass just before he escaped to the bathroom. Jamie was lightly stroking Ryan's throbbing erection when they heard Jack yell out from the bathroom.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

Jamie spotted a man dressed in black move into full view of the open bedroom window on the fire escape. "Ryan!" he barked, pointing.

The former football player was up and across the room in a flash, grabbing the surprised intruder by his T-shirt. From there, he pulled him down onto his back, one arm around his neck. The man in black was struggling, and about to break free.

"Jack, help!" Ryan yelled.

The diver was already on his way over, and between the two of them, they wrestled him through the window. The intruder tried to hold on by his feet, his ass hanging down and supported by the shoulders by Jack and Ryan, but it was no use. He landed gracelessly on the floor, and Ryan swung a leg over the intruder and sat on him. Jack tried pinning down his arms.

"He was watching us through the window this whole time." Jack looked down at his face for the first time. "Tony?!"

"Who?" Jamie asked.

"Our third `kidnapper'," Ryan explained. "We used him to help subdue you so you wouldn't hurt yourself, but he didn't stick around because he's straight."

Jamie looked down at their new captive critically. "This guy's straight?" He knelt down and laid a hand over his crotch. "Then what's he doing surrounded by naked men with a hard-on in his jeans bigger than Ryan's?"