Finish Something

Finish Something 5

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Our train trip back to Toronto was quiet and we were tired. I stared out the window at the passing farms and little towns, while James dozed beside me, occasionally leaning his head against mine, which felt nice. I thought about the previous evening, after we had explored Montreal: we saw some art, had a nice lunch in a trendy resto on the Plateau. The city had a comfortable feel. More relaxed than Toronto, but also more self-conscious about being relaxed, as if they were trying to live up to their reputation.

When we got back to Tim's, he had made us another lovely dinner and we had a quiet evening, just talking and enjoying some nice wine. We sat in the living room afterward and I wondered if what we had done the night before would be repeated. I looked at James and he met my eyes with an implied shrug. But I was tired, and I decided maybe a night of sleep would be just the thing.

So we retired, just the two us, to the spare room. Tim didn't seem disappointed, which surprised me a little. We snuggled into the bed and, given the day we had, we fell asleep quickly.

I got us early and James was still deep in sleep, so I pulled on my underwear and padded out to the living room. It must have been before seven in the morning and the house was silent. I sat on the sofa, staring out the window, thinking about our busy day. I must have dozed off, because when I woke there was more light in the room and, when I looked down, Tim was on his knees in front of me and he was nuzzling my cock through my underwear.

"Uh...good morning?"

He lifted his head and smiled at me, his grin unashamedly wicked. "Good morning. I hope you don't mind..."

"How could I mind?" I ruffled his hair. I noticed little flecks of grey in it which shouldn't have surprised me, given our ages, but somehow did. I heard steps coming down the hall toward us.

"Good morning...am I missing anything?"

I looked at James and the playful look we shared was one I was familiar with. "Only if you decide to watch."

He was wearing underwear as well which he slipped off quickly. He came to the sofa and extended his hand to me, which I took. He lifted me up so we were standing side-by-side as I slid my underwear down. We were angled so that our cocks were touching. Tim took one in each hand and began to suck them back and forth. I watched him almost hypnotized. James leaned in and kissed my neck, licking his way down to my nipples. He put a hand on Tim's head and forced him down on my cock. I turned to James and we kissed, the intensity of the moment making me feel hungry and I began to fuck Tim's mouth.

He pulled off my cock and looked up at me. "You taste amazing."

I smiled at him, then pushed him so that he swallowed James down. I watched them, jacking myself slowly, my cock wet. I leaned in and met James' mouth again, our tongues in conversation. James put both hands on the back of Tim's head and drove his cock into his mouth as we continued to kiss.

Tim pulled back again, gasping a little. "Fuck, you two are crazy first thing in the morning!"

James just laughed and pushed Tim's mouth down on my cock. As Tim swallowed me, James was jerking his cock, the tip of it against the side of Tim's mouth. He wiped the drooling head on Tim's lips, then tried to shove it in his mouth beside mine. Tim spat mine out and took his in, then began to alternate.   

I wrapped an arm around James and we resumed kissing while Tim kept up the pace. I felt a certain balance had been reset, and I realized how much I liked Tim submitting to us both as if this was the conclusion to something. I pulled back and looked at James. His eyes were bright and happy. His face was flushed and a little sweaty and I leaned close and licked a few drops that were sliding down his temple. He cupped my face in his hands and looked directly into my eyes, then kissed me softly.

I could feel the energy rising in my balls, and I looked down at Tim. He seemed transported as if nothing else existed but our cocks. He was bobbing up and down on James and jerking me at the same time. The end of my cock was wet and a stream of precum was dripping out. James leaned down and licked it off, bringing his head back up and kissing me. I could taste sweetness of myself.

Tim went back to my cock and started jacking me while licking the underside, his hand busy on James. I had lost track of time and we could have been doing this for hours. To be lost in sensation like this with the man who -- yes -- I loved, was pushing me over the edge. I turned to James and pulled his head toward me so that his ear was by my mouth and I told him.

He turned to me, with his big smile that was both adolescent and ageless. "Me, too." And we kissed again. Talk of love always gets me going, and before I knew it, something unleashed in me and I grabbed Tim's head and with a few more thrusts of my hips, I said "Here it comes."

He looked up at me as my cock began to spurt into his mouth. James pushed Tim's hand off his cock and starting jacking it furiously until it began to burst a few big shots on to my cock as Tim slurped them down, opening his mouth a little wider to take it all in. James kissed me again, and when I pulled out of Tim's mouth, he shoved his still dribbling cock in. Tim seemed to be transported and suddenly he leaned back, fisting his cock fast. I knelt down and put my hand at the end of his dick so that when he came with a gasp, I caught as much of the cum splashing out as I could. There was a little pool of it in my hand which I brought to Tim's face and I let it slide into his open mouth.

James watched us, then turned and collapsed on the sofa with a sigh. I joined him, throwing an arm around his shoulder and leaning against him. He kissed my head and snuggled closed. Tim as still kneeling on the floor as if in supplication. Then he stood up.

"Well...I don't know about anyone else, but I need coffee."

James laughed. "That sounds like a good idea." We sat, listening to Tim in the kitchen, half dozing.

Once we got back to Toronto, we decided to stay at James' place. We had a quick dinner and went to bed. It was as if we had run a marathon or two. But I felt content and easy. I had said to James what I had wanted to say for a while, and it felt nice to have formalized something and he felt the same. Nothing else had changed, but it seemed as if we had taken what was implicit between us and actually gave it words. Or a word, anyway.

I woke early again, but I felt rested. I decided I would make pancakes and, even though it was Monday morning, I felt we deserved a treat before our busy lives resumed. As I worked, I thought about Tim and the fun we had with him. But what surprised me was the fact that, as I cracked eggs and mixed flour, I wasn't sure that I would want to repeat what we had done.

I remembered standing with James and watching Tim suck us and it was as if something had been exorcized. Not a demon, but some last vestige of the person I was when I was so much younger. The feeling of my cum spurting into Tim's mouth, the experience of truly declaring my feelings to James at more or less the same time, was like a ritual being completed. I liked Tim, but James was -- and still is -- the primary focus of my life. Who knew? I stood and watched the pancakes in the pan.

I felt James arms go around me and he kissed the back of my neck. Out of no where I turned to him and said, "So...we've know each other for what...a decade?"

"Something like that."

"Right. So have you been in love with me all that time?"

He looked a little stunned. "Uh..."

I kissed him and pulled him closer. "This isn't a test. I'm just curious."

"Well...if you must know. Yes."

I turned and flipped the pancakes. "Good. I just wanted you to say it."

"Where did that come from?"

I put some pancakes on a plate and handed it to him. "There's syrup on the table." I filled my plate and we sat at the dining room table. He looked at me, a little puzzled.

I sighed. "I'm just realizing that there's things I knew, but didn't let myself really know, if that makes any sense. Something about being with you, and with Tim, has made it all clearer, that's all."

"Right. Ok. How do you feel about me quietly longing for you for so long?"

"Well it's not like you didn't show me...you just never told me."

He looked surprised, but then his face cleared and he laughed. "Yeah. I guess it was right there if anyone wanted to see it." He chewed thoughtfully for a while.

"How are they?"

"The pancakes? They're amazing." He was silent for a minute more. "You should stay here tonight."

"Why?"

"Because....I want to have my way with you here tonight."

I knew that I was blushing, but I smiled. "Then I'm coming back here tonight." I sipped my coffee then looked at James. "You know, since we had such a good time with Tim...I wonder if we can find someone closer to home when the mood strikes."

James put his fork down, his big teenage grin all over the place. "Of course we can. We don't need to go to Montreal just to have fun with someone." He looked at me for a moment. "You've already thought of someone, haven't you, you dirty boy."

"Well...let's just have our evening. We can figure that out later."

So I got back to James' place around six, but he wasn't home yet. This was not surprising. I didn't expect him until at least eight. So I had a bath and a glass of wine and enjoyed his space. I began to wonder if, when the time came, I should just move in there and save us trying to find something together. It certainly was big enough.

Once I was dry, I put on the underwear I knew he liked and sat on the sofa, reading, sipping my wine. I must have dozed off, because I awoke to him kissing me. I opened my eyes and smiled. "Hello."

"Hi. I'm going to have a shower and then I'm going to drag you into bed."

Which he did. Well, maybe not drag, but he certainly pulled. But not before, when he came out of the shower wearing nothing, getting on the sofa on his knees and feeding me his cock. He ran his hands through my hair while sliding it in my mouth. As I sucked him, I could taste the soap and the flow of precum from his cock. It was like he hadn't cum in weeks. I heard his voice above me.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

I liked it when he became the stage manager. I pulled his cock out of my mouth. "How about against the window. I'm feeling a little exhibitionist tonight."

James' eyes widened, but I knew he was up for almost anything. He got off the sofa and got the lube. I went over to the window, looking out at the city and the lake. No one could really see us up here except the unit next to him and only if they tried really hard. I looked to see if they were even home. The lights seemed to be on so it was possible.

I heard him come back and he wrapped his arms around me, beginning to slide his cock up and down the crack of my ass. His hands were massaging my chest and stomach and then I felt one of his hands take hold my cock which was getting slippery. I heard his voice in my ear.

"What have you been thinking about? I mean about someone joining us."

His was stoking my dick slowly and rubbing the slippery head with his thumb. I could hardly think. "Uh...it's someone I know from work. I think he's always flirting with me and sometimes it's hard not to flirt back, but he knows I'm not single any more. But I bet if I ask..."

The words stopped when James' cock started push into me. Slowly but insistently. He wrapped his arms around me and increased the pressure until he was all the way in. He licked my ear, then said,

"And what would we do with him if he was here right now?" His tongue went into my ear, then he sucked my earlobe in while his cock started to push into me. One of his hands slid down my belly and grabbed my dripping cock and he collected the precum from the end and used it to make it even more slick, jacking me slowly. Then he said, "What's his name?"

I put one hand on the window in front of me. "Stuart...and if he was here right now...I would be sucking his cock while you fucked me...we would both be sucking his cock. Like we did with Tim when I fucked you..."

He drove his dick into me a little harder. "Oh yeah. But would I be fucking you like this?" And he gave a few faster thrusts as he spoke. He bit my neck then turned me face to him and our mouths met as he pulled me head toward him. He let go of my cock and I took over with my other hand. I didn't want to cum too quickly, so I just stroked myself slowly.

He leaned back and purred into my other ear. "Would you want him to fuck you?" His hand moved up and started twisting my nipple.

"Yeah. He would fuck me. Just like this."

"And what if I was fucking him at the same time?"

I hadn't thought of that one. A burst of energy went through me at the thought. "Yeah. That would be good."

He had started thrusting a little faster, but steadily and I could feel his whole length going into me as if filling my whole body. I leaned my head back so that our cheeks were in contact. He turned his head and kissed me, still rocking my whole body every time he thrust forward. I felt his hands on my hips and he leaned back. I could hear that his breathing was getting deeper, like an athlete in training.

"I like watching my cock going into you. You remember the first time we did this?"

I thought back to those early days when, in my newly single state, we had been drawn together. "I don't remember...was it about this time of year?"

"Yes...keep thinking." He was really pounding into me and it was hard to use my brain.

"Oh...right...we were on the sofa...you had my legs in the air. If I recall correctly..." and I stopped because he had started fucking even harder, "you pulled out of me and came in my mouth."

"That's it...you do remember." And he licked my ear. "Do you want me to do that again?"

"Oh yeah, whenever you want."

He didn't reply, but he was thrusting so hard I had to use both hands on the window so I could keep from smacking into it.

James laughed in my ear, but it sounded a bit choked. Then he said "I'm getting close. Do you still want it?"

"I want it."

"And if Stuart were here, could we both cum in your mouth?"

The image almost made me cum right there. But he thrust a few more times really hard and deep, then, still holding my hips, he pulled himself out and I turned around, getting on my knees. He was jacking his cock really fast but I opened my mouth and he stuffed it all the way in so that I almost choked. With a few more thrusts into me, he pulled out a bit and stroked a few times with just the head on my tongue and then burst. He moaned really low as jet after jet of his cum hit the back of my throat and on my tongue. "Don't swallow", he managed to gasp as more cum poured out. When the last stream entered my mouth, I knew what he wanted and I stood up. Our mouths met and his cum passed back and forth between us.

I could feel myself beyond the need to even touch myself. He knelt down and jacked my cock and few times until I burst with a cry and unloaded what felt like week's worth of cum into his mouth. He moaned again and I looked down at him. He was looking up at me and he swallowed a few times as I felt the last few spurts end.

I threw my head back and just looked at the ceiling, but then he pulled me down so we were kneeling face-to-face. We looked at each other for a moment. There was sweat on his forehead and I wiped it away gently. He kissed me. "And that first time, what you don't know is I had been wanting to do it the whole time I knew you. When you were with him I'd been waiting..."

I looked into his eyes again. There was a sincerity there that he didn't show very often, but when he did, it was like a laser. There was a truth in it that took my breath away. I kissed him again before standing up and leading him into the bedroom.

We curled ourselves around each other, face to face so that our bodies were in contact from top to bottom. I was still a slightly hard and my cock rested against his leg. He murmured in my ear,

"So are you going to invite Stuart over some time soon?"

I chuckled into his neck. "I guess I am."

"I want to watch you fuck him."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I like the idea of seeing you focus on someone else knowing that you're doing it...well not for me, but...because of me."

I was getting really dozy. "That sounds...strangely sweet." And we slept.

At work, trying to get this big condo project finished, I barely had time to see Stuart, much less proposition him. But about a week after James and I had decided, I managed to talk to him as we left the office one afternoon.

I put on my most flirtatious voice, putting my hand on his back as we left the building together. "Stuart. How are you these days?"

He laughed. "Oh, about the same as you I guess. They are working us like slaves for this fucking ugly-ass building. Who approves these things, anyway?"

"I have no idea. Probably some committee of straight guys."

He laughed. "That sounds right. You want to grab a beer?"

"Actually, I have to get home. But now that you mention it...my boyfriend and I were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner sometime soon." I smiled my most cryptic smile.

He looked at me for a moment. "Dinner...that sounds nice...and?"

"Well, I'm sure we'll have dessert."

"Right. Dessert."

I decided to disambiguate things. I leaned in and kissed his cheek while grazing the crotch of his pants with the back of my hand quite firmly. "Yes, dessert. What did you think I meant." I kissed his other cheek and cupped his whole package for a second. "Shall we say this Saturday? Eight? Bring some wine. I'll text you the address."

And I turned and walked toward the subway station. I could almost feel his eyes boring into my back, but I decided not to look and just leave him there, hopefully excited.

I sat in the subway, grinning. What has gotten into me? I never used to be like this. I couldn't tell if it was because of Tim, or because James and I had decided we were, in fact, a couple. Or maybe both. But I was excited at the prospect of Stuart and James meeting. They were somewhat alike and I wondered how that would go. I didn't know, but I was very interested in finding out.