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We didn't waste time about our second escapade. Directly afer the first little tryst, the three of us were in dire need of a shower. Rocky's bathroom was blessedly spacious, and the shower cubicle allowed us to huddle together cosily. I felt unsurprisingly perky, and after my massaging of Reg's lovely skin went southwards, it was clear that he was perky too. I smothered his wet naked shoulders with open-mouthed, slobbery kisses as I pulled him off. Watching him do the same to Rocky was quite breathtaking, and finding purchase on the soap rack and rubber bath mat, I rutted against Reg's shapely thigh, and witnessed a sobbing Rocky paint the man's stomach with stripes of cum. Needless to say I slept very well that night.
*
'Alright, ground rules,' announced Reg over the eggs and b. the next morning. He was only on his first cuppa, and already in full solicitor mode.
Rocky and I blinked stupidly as he began.
'One - All parties must be fully consenting to an activity at any given time. Should a party wish to withdraw their consent at any stage during an activity, a safeword will be agreed on to halt proceedings indefinitely.'
I nodded. 'Very sensible, Reg. What about... "Spode?"'
His eyebrows did a full, aggreived flex, most athletic for the early hour. 'I regret, Bertram, that if such a name were uttered during our lovemaking, it would render me quite permanently flaccid.'
'Ah. Point taken. Something less odious, then. "Darjeeling?"'
'Unfortunately, it sounds too similar to "Darling", darling.'
'Right.'
'How about "Auden"?' Rocky suggested. 'Short, memorable, not likely to come up in the throes of ecstasy.'
Reg looked to me, and I shrugged my assent.
'Two - it is agreed that Jeeves of the first part and Wooster of the second part are, at all times, to be recognised as a committed partnership. Todd of the third part may not initiate any proceedings with Jeeves of the first part or Wooster of the second part unless both are present, included, and consenting in said proceedings.'
Rocky's brown eyes warm and sincere. 'Of course.'
'Three...' he rose, and fixed us both with a heated glare. 'Everyone's pleasure must be accounted for. We are not finished until all three of us come. Hopefully spectacularly.'
A grin bloomed on Rocky's face to make the Cheshire Cat ashamed. 'Agreed. And my request...' he swanned up to Reg, looking at him like a full packet of Jammie Dodgers, fresh from TESCO. '...Provided that Bertie's cool with it... I want you to fuck me, Reg. Watching the way you moved inside him was wickedly hot. I'd like a taste of that magnificent dick for myself.'
He impishly crawled his fingers to the sash of Reg's robe, just on the verge of unravelling it. Reg's dark eyes were fixed on the bewitching blighter.
'Bertram?' There was a rare crack in his deep bass.
I almost dropped my coffee mug. 'God yes!' I bleated.
Normally, searing, furious jealousy would have been the default in such a sitch. But, I think it's clear that these were singular circs, and I was bubbling over with the kind of fluttering, flustered lust that I hadn't felt since the first time I'd watched gay porn. Two ravishing chaps, ravishing each other, and ravishing me! Sod Christmas morning, this was a much more exciting festivity!
***
Not ten minutes later we'd clamboured upstairs to Rocky's boudoir, and after an impatient tooth-brushing (no-one likes a snog that tastes of old java) we were primed and raring. I was half-hard already, and before Rocky and Reg had so much as laid a fingertip on each other, I'd ripped off my jammies and flopped upon the edge of the bed. Reg gave me a hungry once over.
'Delectable.' I got a wet kiss for my trouble, and a teasing stroke of his fingers along my very interested cock.
Clearly giddy with antici-whatsit, Rocky finally got to divest Reg's robe, allowing the black cotton to fall from his shoulders and pool on the floor. That vision of his nude form, perenially sublime, was particularly moving in the amber glow of morning sunlight. His thick cock was nearly at full salute, and I couldn't help but sigh at the sight of it.
Rocky's greedy hands roamed all along his body, particularly enjoying the dense dark hair of his broad pectorals. (I well knew the feeling, that was my favourite pillow.) As he fondled the gorgeous chest, biceps, hips and bum, he leant his head down to lap at Reg's neck like a determined tomcat.
A deep, low moan rolled its way out of Reg, and I think Rocky and I felt a shared, symbiotic shiver of desire at the sound.
'Don't touch yourself, Bertram,' Reg commanded languidly, 'I shall handle you'.
I hadn't even realised I'd been grasping my prick. Obediently I unhanded the thing, eyes never moving from the debauchery before me.
Rocky pushed Reg down onto the bed before ripping off his own clothes, and he flopped down on Reg's other side. 'C'mon Bertie, let's give this beauty the attention he deserves.'
I latched onto my beloved, groping every inch of his flesh that I could. Rocky and I took turns peppering his face and chest with burning kisses, and I was particularly moved by the sight of Reg tugging at Rocky's silky long curls. The resonant sounds Reg was making beneath us were heart-stoppingly hot, and both Rocky and I were leaking precum all over my man's skin. He grasped both of us to each side of him, like star-struck groupies to some glamourous idol.
Rocky gave a long, drawn-out whimper. 'Oh god... fuck me, Reg... fuck me!'
Reg threw him down and pinned him to the mattress. Rocky was pliant as Reg flung one long, muscular leg over his shoulder.
'Bertram, my faun, come close. Let me kiss you while you stroke Mr Todd's prick.'
I nearly slipped on the bedcover in my eagerness to fufil this directive.
As is Reg's habit, he seemed to procure a bottle of lube out of nowhere, and deftly breached Rocky's entrance with two slicked fingers. I was utterly transfixed, watching Rocky writhe slowly against the intrusion of those long elegant digits. My lust was amplified by sympathy for Rocky's own bliss, and I was achingly hard. I wanted to touch myself desperately, but instead did as I was told, and fisted Rocky's cock instead, enjoying the silken feel of his wet, hot foreskin under my own fingers.
'Unh!... Bertie... Oh, Reg... fuck me! I want your huge dick!'
Being the benevolent fellow he is, Reg took mercy, extracting his fingers from Rocky's loosened hole, and carefully aligned his lovely stiff cock upon the ring of muscle. As he pushed into a rapturous Rocky, he stared at me heavily, and then fixed a forceful, impassioned kiss upon my mouth.
Reg's thrusts started slow, and deep, and hard. I kept pace with this, slowly pumping Rocky's member. Beneath us, the poet Todd was currently a moaning, wriggling, drooling puddle of ecstasy.
'Does this please you, my gem?'
'Oh, greatly, Reg. I think Rocky's looking upon the face of the angels right now.'
'Only if he looks upon you, dearest.'
'But... I am rather busting for release here, Reg.'
'Allow me to dispense with Mr Todd first.'
He smacked another kiss on me, and then began to pound into Rocky with every scrap of his masculine vigour. I grasped the poet's scarlet cock as best I could, allowing the merciless rhythm Reg had set to stroke it for me.
The keening, whining Rocky suddenly snapped like a reed, spurting come across himself and flecking Reg's dark chest hair with it. After a few magnificent final heaves, he dropped to the mattress like a sack of satisfaction.
'Now for my Bertram...'
He pulled out of Rocky and immediately grabbed me by the waist, clasping his other hand around both of our cocks. The touch of his luscious erection pressed against mine was almost too much - I fought off a dizzy spell as he began jerking us both off. I had to hold on for dear life - my relief at his touch was potent.
It took us both all of a moment to come - my orgasm hit me like a solid gold fist, fizzling through every inch of me, and I was down for the count. Reg followed, and the three of us lay panting and sweaty, side by side on the bed.
'We may need another shower...' I suggested at length.
'Oh, grim duty,' said Reg, playfully smacking both of our bottoms.