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Micro-Story: 08 December 2023
"Three's a Pleasure", featuring Julian Morris, Landon Ross, and Mason Gooding
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Author's Notes:
1) Micro-stories are fun little experimental writing exercises. They are not part of the canon for any of the main story series. Therefore, familiar characters may appear who have different character of physical traits than those depicted in my main story lines.
2) Characters for micro-stories are randomly selected from reader nominations on Instagram.
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This story is set in December 2023.
Mason Gooding lowered his hand, still grinning as turned away from the camera and towards Julian Morris. “This has been so much fun! Ahh, it’d be great if the night didn’t have to end.”
“I know! I’m having such a good...hey honey!” Julian pulled Landon in for a quick kiss and then introduced him to Mason. The pair had been chatting it up for a little while.
“Someone disappeared on me.” Landon winked at Mason as he nudged Julian on the shoulder.
“We lost track of the time.” Julian was grinning ear to ear, his eyes darting back and forth between his husband and his new friend.
“Right?” Landon looked around, nodding his head to the music. “This is great. I’m glad we came.” As the three men continued talking, Julian kept glancing at Landon and Mason, the corner of one mouth curling up. As Mason left to get another drink, he turned towards Landon, his eyes sparkling.
“Honey...” Ross chuckled at the sing-song tune in Julian’s voice - he knew that wolfish look of Julian’s rather well. “You know how I said I didn’t want anything for our anniversary? I, um, changed my mind.”
“Oh really?” Landon smirked as Julian’s grin grew into a full-blown smile.
“Uh huh.” Julian’s finger traced over Landon’s shoulder. “I was thinking...” He leaned in close and whispered into his husband’s ear. Landon’s left eyebrow rose up with curiosity and intrigue.
“That sounds...fun.”
Mason reappeared with perfect timing. “Hey guys, what did I miss?”
“Did Julian tell you that we’re coming up on our 20-year anniversary?”
“What? No way!” Mason looked back and forth, trying to do the math in his head. “Did you get married when you were like 10 years old?”
“No. When we were 12.” Landon rolled his eyes, laughing. “Anyway, we’ve been trying to figure out how to celebrate and Julian had an idea.” Landon stepped forward and brought his lips near Mason’s ear, his voice low.
“Oh.” Mason swallowed, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Ohh.” He grinned a little, looking over at Julian. “Ohhhhh. That sounds fun.” His grin grew larger as he winked. Setting down their drinks, the trio casually said their good-byes and left.
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“Ohhhhhh...OHHHHHH!!!” Julian’s fingers clenched at the sheets, tugging at them.
“Feeling good?”
“Oh my GOD!” Julian’s eyes rolled back into his head, panting as he clutched at the sheets again. His heels pulled at the small of Mason’s bag, urging the other man on. “He’s...soooo...fucking good!”
“Yeah?”
“Long...thick, so thick...he’s hitting...every good spot...inside...OHHHHH FUUUUCK!” Julian clenched his eyes as his words dissolved into a moan.
“Ah ah - no touching.” Mason winked at Landon, sweat dropping from his brow as he slowly ground his hips, driving his cock in and out of Julian’s hole. Landon growled with joking frustration, his own hips shifting as he sat in an armchair near the bed. He wore nothing but his underwear which was tenting obscenely, a large wet spot in the front. His finger tips dug at the arms of the chair, eager to stroke himself while he watched.
“That was the agreement. You’re the cuck - you can only sit there and watch while I fuck this delicious ass your husband was blessed with.” Julian groaned as Mason picked up speed and power until he was pounding in and out of the English actor.
“He does have a nice one.”
“Right? So tight.”
“That’s what most guys say.” Landon smirked as he reached for his glass, distracting his hands from what they really wanted to do.
“Most guys...how many? You make him sound like a slut.”
“Julian goes for dick the way kids go for candy...as much as he can get his hands on. Well, and his mouth...and his cute little butt.”
“Hear that? Your husband called you a perfect little slut.”
“He knows what he married. He loves it.” Julian grinned ear to ear as he sighed, his body singing Mason’s praises as the stud slowed his pace again.
“This is an *amazing* ass then. So tight, considering how many guys use it.” Julian moaned at Mason’s taunting. He kept at it, finding new ways to tease Morris about how much dick he took on a regular basis, joined in by Landon who told stories about Julian’s trysts.
“Surprised you didn’t have 20 guys over here for your 20th. That’d be hot, watching all of them take a turn with this little cutie.”
Julian moaned, the sound of his voice getting high-pitched as he neared the edge. “That’s...more of a Nick thing...oh my god, right there, yeah.”
“Nick?”
“Jonas.” Landon clarified, the tent in his trunks bobbing as he sensed his husband’s imminent release. “I’ll tell you later. You’ve got him realllly close. Won’t take much more.”
Mason’s eyebrows scrunched together as he concentrated on thrusting hard, really trying to work over Julian’s hole. With a loud gasp, Julian’s body went rigid, his balls emptying themselves across his chest and stomach. The feeling of the voracious bottom cumming was too much and Mason found himself getting close. He looked over to Landon and found the man licking his lips, his eyes focused downward, mesmerized by the sight of Mason’s manhood sliding in and out of Julian’s rear. “Don’t worry, you’re next.” Landon looked up as Mason spoke, just raising his eyebrow in response. Gooding returned his attention to Julian. “Where...do...you...want it?” The other man licked his lips. “You got it.” Mason pulled out and straddled the Englishman’s chest, stroking furiously. A moment later, he was spraying cum, coating Julian’s face and tongue.
Mason’s chest heaved as he worked to catch his breath. Dismounting, he swatted Julian on the shoulder. “Alright, go give your man a taste.” Julian scrambled off the bed and into Landon’s lap, his tongue darting into his husband’s mouth, swapping their new friend’s seed.
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Mason moaned as his fingers dug into the other man’s haunches, pulling those hips back to meet his thrusts. He looked over at the third man, perched and watching from the armchair. Julian was slowly stroking himself as he watched Landon - it was a treat to see his other half bottom. Mason slowed down, savoring the moment, watching the way that the hair in Landon’s crack clung to his shaft as it pulled out. He spit on his meat, providing a little more lubrication before slamming back in. He kept up the pace for a bit before slowing down and then pulling out again. He rested on his back, patting his thighs. “C’mere, show me you can be a bigger slut than your husband.” Landon straddled Mason’s waist, finding that delicious meatpole and spearing himself on it, slowly sinking down. “Hands behind your head...that’s it, show off that sexy body. Be the bigger slut.” Landon let loose, moaning louder and louder, his hips gyrating, wanting to show off for Mason. “Show me how hungry you’ve been for my cock. Thaaaaat’s it. Be good to my dick and it’ll be good to you.” Mason’s hands were all over Landon’s body, getting a good feel for him while also encouraging the other man on. Wrapping his fingers around Landon’s shaft, he began stroking the hunk. “Yeah...you’re close aren’t you? I can feel it - your hole is getting hotter. That’s it, ride it, earn that nut. There you go...therrrrrrre you goooo.” Landon’s eyes squinted close as his upper body hunched over, surrendering to the moment. Mason pushed his hand back, angling Landon’s dick so that he was firing up, streaks of jizz landing on his stomach. Gravity took hold and the creamy nectar began sliding down his lower torso.
Mason looked over to find Julian furiously stroking himself, biting his lower lip. He tilted his head, silently summoning Julian over. Mason latched his lips around Julian’s pole - it only took a couple of licks with his tongue and he felt the rod throb and pulse in his mouth, filling him with Julian’s seed. As Julian pulled away, spent, Mason pulled Landon down into a deep kiss. Landon pulled away, a silvery strand of fluid caught in the air between their lips.
“How do you like the taste of your husband on my lips?”
Landon tilted his head, contemplating the question. “Let met get another sample.” Licking his lips, he leaned down for another kiss. The kiss deepened as Ross ground down, working Mason’s pole with his guts...until at last he felt them being coated by Gooding’s spunk, the other man moaning into his mouth.
Pulling away with a smirk, Landon nuzzled his nose against Mason’s. “Still think my husband’s a little slut?”
“Oh...I think he’s a huge slut. I love it.”
Winking, Landon licked at Mason’s lower lip. “Want to find out why my little-huge slut has stuck around all these years?” He swiveled his hips again, driving home the point.
“Call me intrigued.” Mason chuckled as Landon lightly chewed on his lower lip.
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Julian watched, fingers digging into the arms of the chair - he’d been told that he couldn’t touch himself this time and it was driving him absolutely mad as he watched Mason, settled on his hands and knees with Landon mounting him from behind. His husband was slowly moving his hips back and forth. Julian let out a light groan, knowing far too well what it was like to be teased in such a way for so long.
Landon looked down as he pulled the head of his cock out and ran it around the edge of Mason’s hole, teasing him, watching as the other man pushed back, eager to be filled once more. Slowly - so painfully slowly - he eased back in, sinking inch after inch inside. He stopped after a few inches, angling his dick to find... ‘Ah, there it is again,’ he thought, feeling the stiff spot inside. He ran the tip of his meat across it, teasing Mason’s prostate for the...fuck it, he’d lost count of how many times.
Mason panted as he looked down between his legs, blinking at the sight of his cock pumping precum non-stop. He didn’t even leak that much normally...but this wasn’t normal. He turned his gaze to the clock and blinked again, realizing that Landon had been working his ass over for a little over an hour. He whimpered, eager for release at the same time that he was thoroughly enjoying this delicious torture. He’d gotten off twice already, the sheets drenched with his cum and sweat - both of them were glistening in the lamplight, their skin covered in a heavy sheen of perspiration, having pushed their endurance for so long. Mason looked over to find Julian a mess, sweating as well, a wild look in his eyes as his untouched cock throbbed in the air, clear fluid pumping out of the top and rolling down the shaft. Landon though...the hunk was cool as a cucumber and hadn’t cum yet at all.
“How...?” Mason’s words croaked out.
Julian understood the question - after all, he’d been on the receiving end so many times of what Mason was experiencing right now. “Tantric. He’s been practicing for a long long time...and he’s so very very good at it.” Julian grinned, his own hole clenching at the thought of was Mason was feeling right now.
A finger tip grazed down Mason’s spine. “You see now?”
“Fuck yes, I see it. I fucking want it too.” Mason turned to Julian again. “You’re a lucky man.”
“Oh, I know. Thank you.” Morris grinned broadly. Breaking the rules, he reached down and stroked himself. “Sorry, I can’t any longer.”
“Baby, come get me over the finish line.” Julian knew exactly what his husband wanted. He stood and crawled onto the bed, kneeling next to their bodies, stroking himself until... Mason felt the splash against his ass, hot fluids hitting the spot where Landon’s cock met his hole.
Ross used his husband’s fluids as lube to begin thrusting harder and faster, really working over Mason’s guts, pausing every now and then to tease his prostate a little more...until with one more thrust inside, he was done, his rod jerking and throbbing, causing Mason to groan with desire as he found that Landon’s release added to his own sense of pleasure. The trio crumpled to the mattress, a mess of limbs and flesh, their breath heavy, all three men grinning ear to ear.
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“So no 20-guys-for-your-20th?” Mason hadn’t forgotten Julian’s comment from before and found himself fishing for details.
“Nooo, like I said, that’s totally a Nick thing. I don’t want to rain on the lad’s parade.” Julian chuckled as he pictured the cute little singer taking center stage for yet another gang bang.
“Like...how? I’m curious as hell.” Mason rolled over, his chin resting on Julian’s chest, feeling Landon’s fingers caress his back, exploring his tattoos.
Julian sighed, amused. “So every five years, Nick has guys over - the same number to match his birthday. And it’s a whole birthday gang bang thing. Apparently it’s rather hot.”
“You haven’t been?”
“Noooo.” Julian laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t top...and neither does Nick. I don’t...no. He’s cute and all but nothing for me to do there.” Julian laughed again. “But it is supposed to be really fun.”
“I’ll have to see if I snag an invite.” Mason grinned wickedly, imagining being at a big sex party like that. “So, what other ideas did you two have in mind for your anniversary?”
Landon let out a long breath, staring at the ceiling. “I mean, we’ve been trying to think of stuff. Could always do some place romantic like Paris or Rome...”
“Paris could be fun. Have you ever taken Julian to Paris?”
“Of course, we’ve been a few...” Something about the tone in Mason’s voice registered in Landon’s mind. He looked over to find Gooding wagging his eyebrows. “Oh. I’ve taken Julian to Paris *lots* of times.” Mason responded by rising up onto his knees and moved about halfway down towards the foot of the bed, taking hold of Julian’s legs, pulling the cute Brit back so he was on his hands and knees. A meaty sound filled the air as Mason smacked his half-hard cock against Julian’s rear, the other man wiggling his behind eagerly and letting out a little satisfied moan when Mason nudged inside. At the same time, Landon was tapping his dick against his husband’s mouth, watching as the lips parted and took him inside, feeling his lover’s tongue do little tricks against the shaft and head. Mason and Landon both shifted forward, pushing their rods further into Julian from either end, their mouths meetings for a kiss over his backside. Mason reached around and clasped Landon’s neck, holding him in place as their tongues wrestled, groaning as fingers found his nipples and began playing with them.
Down below, Julian pulled his mouth off of Landon’s meat. “You know, I’ve always loved the Eiffel Tower.”
Landon and Mason both rolled their eyes, groaning with feigned exasperation at Julian’s little joke.
“If he loves the Eiffel Tower...” Mason finished his sentence by raising his eyebrow.
“...let’s give him an Eiffel Tower.” The two studs pulled back and thrust forward at the same time, earning a happy squeal from Julian.
“I think I’m going to try your little tantric idea.” He chuckled as Julian groaned, a noise that sounded half-excited and half-nervous. “Don’t worry, I don’t think we’re going to take turns on you all night long, wearing you out.”
“He might like that.” Landon smirked - he and Julian had done it before, many times, with many men. He knew that Juilan’s hesitation at the idea was an act. “He might love it, actually. Watch out, he might want you to move in and stay, if you threaten him with a good time like that.”
“*He* might?”
“He. We.” Landon shrugged, his grin growing as his fingers played over the tattoos on Mason’s chest. He looked back up, lifting that one eybrow once more. Mason responded by leaning in for another kiss.
The kiss deepened as the pair began working Julian from both ends, slowly picking up speed and power. Parting, they stared into each other’s eyes as they took hold of Julian’s shoulders and hips and began drilling him, the tempo of their thrusts quickening and slowing, matching pace with one another. As Mason paused to tease Julian’s inner spot with the head of his cock, he earned a long loud moan that caused Julian to pull off of Landon’s meat, gasping with pleasure.
“Ah ah, honey.” Landon brought his body down, resting against the mattress. His fingers dug into Julian’s hair, pulling his husband’s face down so it was back in his lap. Leaning back against the headboard, he stroked Julian’s scalp as those sexy lips moved up and down. A few feet away, Mason swiveled his hips, teasing and stretching Julian’s insides. He looked up to find Landon’s light brown eyes staring into his own. As he thrusted, he wondered if the other man was joking or not about the idea of Mason’s presence being...more permanent. Grinning, he found he kinda liked the idea. Julian’s hole clenched around his shaft, causing him to bring his attention back to the present, filing away the idea to ask about later. Along with one of those Jonas parties. ‘So many possibilities,’ he thought. ‘And all of them...fun.’ He smiled as he looked down and watched as he withdrew his meat as slow as he could before ever-so-slowly sliding back in, copying the moves Landon had pulled on him earlier. ‘This could be every day...’ He found that he couldn’t shake the idea, now that Landon had planted it in his mind. Shaking his head, he looked up to find Landon still watching him, as if Mason fucking Julian had become Landon’s new favorite form of entertainment. ‘The possibilities...’ He moaned with pleasure - both that at hand and the ideas his mind was creating.
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