The champagne cork popped. He moved hismouth to Francois’ stiff cock and came back to me. I looked down,watched him take a mouthful of the bubbly stuff from the bottle andspray it on our cocks, quickly licking the champagne fromthem.
Francois hoisted the guy up and Isnatched the bottle from his hands as Francois put him on his backon the bed and opened up his legs. He went straight to work,sucking Sage’s ass. Sage babbled insensibly as I poured champagneinto his belly button. As the fluid leaked down his belly, Francoiscame up, licking Sage’s belly button. I poured again, Francoislapping it up.
He worked frantically at Sage’s cock,balls and ass. I knew he’d want to fuck the guy. Andsoon.
“Get undressed,” Sage saidto me, panting hard. “I want to suck your cock as Francois fucksme.”
I shucked off my clothes and opened acondom package, slipping it onto my lover’s slick cock. He wasanxious to fuck now and I stroked his ass as he sought entry intoSage’s tight hole. Sage begged for that cock. I knew how he felt. Ibegged for it night and day myself.
Sage reached over and with determinedfingers, stroked my cock. I went into pleasure overdrive asFrancois bore down on the guy and opened his mouth, his tonguedropping out. He wanted to suck on me, too.
He and Sage came almost at once, Sageerupting as he sucked me off.
“Don’t come,” Francoisinstructed. “Take over for me, babe.”
He pulled out of Sage and I rolled arubber over my cock. Sage bounded around on the bed, anxious for meto screw him.
And I did. I rarely fucked Francois sothis was a rare treat. I almost came when I felt Francois’s tonguein my ass. I braced myself as he licked and sucked my ass, hisfingers feeling around my cock. He wanted to feel me slapping hardeach time I thrust into Sage.
“I’m letting my man fuckyou, Sage,” Francois said, pulling away from my ass and lying nextto Sage. “I hope you appreciate it.”
“Yes, yes, I do. Oh, God,Mingo. I’m gonna shoot again!”
He held my hips, pushing me deeper intohim. I came hard, Francois urging us both on.
“Come for him, baby!” heshouted.
We fell on the bed, sipping champagnefrom the bottle. Francois wanted to fuck again, but I was pleasedto see his gaze was on me. Our threesomes always wound up with himin my ass, showing me how much he loved me. Sage was in the middleof talking about the Fancetti case when Francois began to lick myass.
He moved behind me and I braced myselfon all fours.
“I want to ask yousomething, Mingo.” Sage took a swig from the bottle. “Your, ex,Kaolin. I’m kinda…well, attracted to him.”
Francois stopped licking myass.
“I can keep him out of jailif he agrees to turn state’s evidence against Fancetti. When it’sall over, I’d like to ask him out. You have any objection tothat?”
“Oh, man,” Francois said andchuckled.
“Francois, keep eating me,”I instructed him. And he did. “I don’t mind, Sage, but I’m nothaving sex with you and him.”
His face clouded for amoment.
“Hmm. Okay. Maybe I’llrethink this.”
“Go for it,” I said asFrancois’s cock surged against my tailbone, down to my crack andrubbed back and forth at my hole.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, lovingthe sensation of his stiff, bare cock at my ass.
Sage dipped under me and licked myballs and cock. He dropped the empty bottle on the bed. I lost alltrack of our conversation as Francois took me hard and fast. I felthis hands under my body, stroking Sage’s head. I begged him topound me. Harder…harder.
I came inside Sage’s mouth, Francoisemptying his soul into me.
“Fuck, Mingo,” he mutteredagainst my back. “I fucking want you all day long.”
Something changed right then. I didn’twant another threesome and I knew Francois didn’t either. I didn’tthink Sage was making a good relationship choice, but he wasn’t myproblem. The father of my favorite kid in the whole world…he was mydelicious problem.
We kissed Sage goodbye and I wished himluck as we threw on our clothes.
“So you’re okay about me andKaolin?”
“I don’t care who you fuck,Sage, but he’s the human equivalent of a wrecking ball. I know anice Jewish lawyer, if you ever want to meet him.”
“That might be cool,” hesaid.
Cool…Ferric’s favorite word.
Francois and I drove home, my hand inhis. We kept grinning at each other.
“We’ve got the house toourselves, babe,” he said. “We can have hammock sexagain!”
We got out of the car. I was lookingforward to a nice, cool shower in Francois’ arms and then I wouldindulge my man’s craving for hammock sex. We hadn’t had that for awhile.
“Mingo…before we go in,there’s something I’d like to give you.”
I smiled. My ass still tingled from thelast thing he’d given me.
He walked over to his SUV and poppedthe lock. The back door opened and I glimpsed a bicycle. I squintedin the near-darkness. Three of them.
“You bought the Repco boys’bicycle!”
He grinned. “Three of them. I had afriend of mine ship them over from Australia. We owe quite a fewfavors around town now.”
“Oh, Francois!”
Tears flew down my cheeks, but theywere happy ones. I could just see the three of us peddling aroundthe North Shore together. Oh, I couldn’t wait. I climbed onto mybicycle and rang the bell. It sounded the way I always thought itwould. I rode around in circles, with Francois watching me,laughing at my silly, boyish joy.
I pedaled toward the far wall of ourproperty, the scent of salty tears and crushed flowers filling mysoul. Yep, the bike was as good as I always knew it wouldbe.
My fortune cookie had been right afterall. All the wonderful things that made up my present life and mycool new bicycle…it had been worth the wait.
About the Author
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, butdreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bagsof Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiianrecords keep this writer refueled. A.J. loves male/male erotica,has a passion
