|Mary Sue Fiction|
Affirming and Enlightening
Half way down the hall Clive said, "Just a moment, Prescot. I need to put the finishing touches on Trenton's ensemble." Prescot and Bryant paused. They watched at Clive, humming busily, unbuttoned Trenton's shirt, untucking it from his waistband. He checked to make sure that the X pendent was clearly visible. "Present arms, precious." Trenton turned his back to Clive, putting his hands behind his back with his wrists close together. Clive pulled a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his pocket and snapped them on. "How does that feel?"
Trenton tugged experimentally. "A little loose."
"Mm. Feeling a bit insecure tonight, are we? All right, one more notch, but that's all. You know that it cuts off your circulation if I make them any tighter." Clive adjusted the cuffs with a click.
Trenton sighed. "Thank you, sir."
Clive kissed his neck. "You're welcome, precious." He stepped back and took hold of Trenton's arm to guide him. "Prescot, what's the good word for tonight?"
Prescot slapped his forehead dramatically. "What sort of host am I? The word for tonight is radish."
Bryant smiled faintly. "Radish?"
"Yes. If you can think up a reason for that word to come up in run-of-the-mill sex play, then you're kinkier than I am, and I'm pretty damn kinky." They entered the room.
Aside from being roughly three times as large as any room Bryant had ever seen in a private residence, it looked like a normal living room. Well, normal if you have an income in the upper six figures, Bryant amended. Instead of the wall-to-wall carpetting Bryant usually associated with luxury, the furniture groupings rested on thick, exoticly patterned rugs, with hardwood flooring gleaming between them. The furniture was contemporary, and somehow managed to walk the line between comfortable and elegant.
There were about thirty people in the room. Some were milling around a buffet, others waited their turn at a bar, and the rest were scattered about the room, chatting. Clive said, "Bryant, come along and I'll introduce you. Don't worry if you don't catch names--I promise that they'll remember you."
They were greeted warmly by each guest, and Bryant found that he was studied very carefully. He had the feeling that there was a lot of assessing going on, but, oddly enough, he sensed no judgement being passed.
As they made the rounds he noticed more and more differences from the general run of party guests. For instance, the couples were diverse. There were same sex couples as well as mixed, and several May/December pairs. There was even one obvious trio--two bare-chested men catering lavishly to one serene, but very ordinary looking woman.
Trenton wasn't the only guest whose dress would have raised eyebrows elsewhere. There was a lot of leather and suede on display. One girl seemed to be dressed in a patent leather bikini, but Bryant finally realized that it was actually made of shiny black rubber. And the two men weren't the only ones who were bare-chested. There was one particularly well-endowed red-headed woman who sported gold rings through her pink nipples. When she noticed Bryant's stare, she winked.
When they had greeted each of the other guests they headed for the bar and buffet. Bryant agreed to pick up a glass of red wine for Clive and a Virgin Mary for Trenton. As he waited he watched as Trenton followed Clive down the buffet, indicating the foods he was particularly interested in. Clive only ignored his suggestions on the cocktail sausages because you know they give you gas, love, an I have to sleep with you.
Clive staked out a place for them on a sofa while Bryant went and got his own plate. The spread was lavish including pate, caviar, and some colorful, odd looking items that one of the other guests informed him was sushi. Curious, he took a few of the jewel-like morsels. Bryant enjoyed his own cooking just as well, since if I don't cook it, I don't eat but anything prepared by someone else was a treat.
He went to sit beside Trenton on the sofa. Clive was conversing with another leather-clad man sitting in a wingbacked chair on his other side. A pretty blonde woman, dressed in what looked like a see-through nightie, knelt at the man's side, and he stroked her hair idly as he talked. She had been looking up at him adoringly, but when Bryant sat down she regarded him closely.
Bryant was unsure of the protocol for dealing with a submissive who was showing interest, so he ignored her. Clive leaned forward to look at Bryant over Trenton. "Bryant, we're discussing a possible fundraiser for one of our charities."
The other man spoke up. "The Wishes Fulfilled group. You know, the one that grants wishes for gravely ill children? Some wonderful people donate their time and talents. Last year Batman gave a little girl a ride in the Batmobile." He smiled. "She specifically asked to sit on Robin's lap."
"What a precocious little thing she was, too," Clive said dryly. "With excellent taste. Anyway, we're trying to come up with some fresh concepts. Any suggestions?"
Bryant considered this, sipping his own wine. "Are you shooting for the mainstream, or your own niche?"
Clive smiled at him. "Very good, pet. It isn't difficult to raise money among our peers--we could just have a slave auction. But if we want the vanillas to contribute, we have to find something that won't stop their dear little hearts."
"Well," Bryant said slowly, "Do your members have any businesses or special talents? They could donate goods or services to be auctioned off, or offered in a raffle."
The other guest gave a wicked smile, and Clive shook a finger at him. "Not that kind of services, Levi, and not those kinds of talents. That's a good suggestion, though. Louise could offer a specialty cake or, say, a pastry a week for a year from her bakery. You could provide use of a limo for a night." Clive smiled. "I could offer their choice of a year's appointments with one of my stylists, or one session with me."
Bryant said, "I thought you said none of THOSE kind of goods."
They all laughed. "You're notorious, Clive," Levi told him.
Clive was feeding Trenton, popping morsels in his mouth now and then, holding his drink to his lips. When he got involved and neglected to attend to Trent for longer than the boy wanted, Trent would rest his head on Clive's shoulder. Once when Clive pointedly ignored him Trent sighed, then started nipping Clive's neck. When Clive started to scold him, Trent said innocently, "Well, if you aren't going to feed me I need something to nibble on."
The blond girl tugged on Levi's hand and he bent down so she could whisper in his ear. Levi sat back up, smiling. "Bryant, Linda asked me to ask you if you'd like to give her a spanking."
Bryant was so startled he almost choked on a mouthful of wine. Carefully setting aside his plate and glass he said, "What has she done wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing. In fact, she's been a perfect angel all week, and that's why I'm inclined to indulge her in this. Would you mind? She really does deserve a treat."
Bryant looked at Trenton and Clive. They both gave him encouraging smiles. He looked back at Levi. "I don't have any real experience in this. I can't guarantee how I'll do."
Linda looked up at Levi, who nodded. She looked back at Bryant with a sweet smile. "I'd be honored to help you practise, Master Bryant." She squirmed a little. "And I won't be able to help but enjoy it, as long as your aren't purposefully brutal."
"It doesn't have to be much-just a few swats." He caressed the girl's shoulder. "She warms up quickly. In fact, you'd be doing me a favor. I did a few more reps than I should have at the gym today. My arms are a bit sore, but I'd hate to disappoint her."
The idea intrigued Bryant. Priory accused Bryant of deliberately provoking him in order to get a licking, just as Clive had said Trent did. Bryant had been spanked countless times, but he'd never looked forward to it or enjoyed it in the least. "Well, if she's willing to try, so am I."
"Excellent!" Levi stood up. "Have my seat--you'll have more room." Bryant and Levi changed places. Linda rose gracefully to her feet, then arranged herself across Bryant's knees. "Just start slowly, Bryant, and build up. Don't worry, she'll use the safe word if she needs to."
Bryant studied the girl draped over his lap. After a moment's thought he lifted the hem of her diaphanous garment. For a moment he thought that she was naked underneath it, but then he noticed the strand of materiel around her waist and realized that she was wearing thong panties--red, judging from the color of the strap.
The buttocks that were presented were very white, and very round. Bryant ran his hand over them experimentally, and was surprised to feel the girl shiver. Could just his touch really affect someone that strongly? He flattened his palm, then brought it down on the left cheek in a medium strength slap. The flesh jiggled a bit. Bryant tried another slap, a bit harder, on the right cheek. Linda looked back over her shoulder at him. "I won't break, you know. Not from a simple spanking."
"Oh, well, then." Bryant smacked her sharply, and she made a startled peeping sound.
Levi laughed. "That'll teach you to brag, Linda."
Bryant found that he liked the feel of the smooth skin under his hand. He set up a brisk pace, smacking Linda's ass with steadily increasing forse. She started to squirm and moan, but Bryant could tell that there was pleasure mixed in with the pain. He watched the pink flush rising in the pale globes, felt the heat as her flesh warmed under his blows. His palm was cracking against her butt now, and a faint sheen of sweat, not entirely from his exertions, dewed his forehead.
The woman was moaning and gasping now. She groaned, "Please, mister, I'll be good! Please stop!" Bryant hesitated for a split second. In that fraction of time he felt Clive and Trenton watching him. He continued to spank Linda, and from the corner of his eye he saw Clive nod his approval. She hadn't used her safe word-she didn't really want him to stop. She was playing.
He was astonished to feel a warm wetness on his leg. At first he thought that she'd lost control of her bladder, but then he realized that it wasn't that sort of wetness. Linda was getting hot, and this was the juice of her arousal. He noticed also that the front of Levi's trousers was tented, and his face was flushed.
Bryant regarded the glowing, pinkened skin of Linda's buttocks. It really was beautiful. He bent down and pressed an admiring kiss to one soft curve, and was answered by a soft hum. Bryant hooked a strong arm around her waist and stood up with her, then set her on her feet. He pulled the hem of the nightie down till it barely skimmed along the undercurves of her buttocks, then gave her a little push toward her master.
She turned, back, though, and dropped her head, whispering, "Thank you."
Levi got up and shook Bryant's hand. "Yes, thank you. You've made my girl very happy. The only thing she likes as much as a good petting is a good spanking." He dug his hand into a glass bowl sitting on the side table. Bryant had assumed that it was a dish of candy, but now he saw that it held small, square packages of foil or plastic. He could see that the clear wrapped ones held flat circles in an astonishing array of colors. Now he spotted other bowls scattered about the room. Trenton hadn't been kidding--there had to be enough protection here to suppy the fleet on shore leave. Levi fished out several packages and strolled toward a hall that led off the living room, Linda, with a dreamy expression, trailing behind him, rubbing her rump.
Bryant sat back down in the chair and looked over to where Trent and Clive were smiling at him. "What?"
"Are you sure you've never done this, dear?" Clive asked. Bryant shook his head. "Well, you're a natural. You managed to find that place between abandon and restraint. It's a small space, and not everyone can balance there."
Bryant was glad that he really didn't have the sort of complexion that came with the pale hair Priory made him wear. If he had, he would have been blushing pinker than Linda's ass. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd been praised by anyone for anything.
The evening progressed pleasantly. At one point a young man wearing nothing but matching studded straps around his neck, his waist, and his very erect prick came up beside the chair and silently pushed his head up under Bryant's hand. Bryant petted his head, much as Levi had with Linda, and scratched gently behind his ear, which made his leg jerk and his eyes squeeze with pleasure. Then Bryant swatted him lightly on the butt and he crawled off to begin rooting between the spread legs of the woman who had brought him.
Clive and Bryant talked about school, and Bryant confessed that he really wanted to take dramatic arts, but was studying business instead. "But why?" Clive objected. "From what I can see, you'd be quite good."
The older man had his hand in Trenton's open shirt and was rubbing and pinching the boy's nipples. They were already stiffened into tight buds, and Trenton's expression said he was riding the edge between pleasure and discomfort, and enjoying the journey. When Clive dropped one hand into the boy's lap, squeezing the mound that pushed against his fly, the boy's head fell back, his mouth dropping open slightly.
Trenton rolled his head to idly lick Clive's neck. He caught Bryant's eye and smiled. Bryant felt a rush of blood to his crotch. Trenton studied him for a moment, then lifted his head and whispered in Clive's ear. Clive tilted his head as he listened, then looked at Trenton gravely. "Are you sure, pet?" Trenton nodded. Clive smiled, and Bryant was a little surprised to see a hint of wistfulness as Clive stroked Trenton's cheek. "I knew this day was coming, and I've had a suspicion of your choice for a little while now. If that's what you really want, pet, I highly approve."
Trenton's voice was small. "But with you there?"
"He'll have to agree, dear. If he doesn't, you'll just have to wait. I'm not quite ready to hand you over for unsupervised play. Sit up." Trenton did, turning slightly so that Clive could unlock the handcuffs. He massaged the boy's wrists, making sure the circulation was all right, then he kissed the boy and looked over at Bryant. "Trenton, can I explain a little bit about why this is so special?" Trenton hesitated, and Clive said softly, "I won't if it makes you uncomfortable."
Trenton shook his head slowly. "I'm not giving it another second of my lifee. Go ahead."
"Bryant, I need to explain something to you. Trenton and I have only been together physically for a little over a year." He slipped an arm around Trenton, squeezing him. "We fell in love a long time before that, but I have strong thoughts about age appropriateness, so we waited. There have been only two other men in Trenton's life," his face darkened, "and neither of them were good experiences for my lamb. Both betrayed him, and one forced him through deception."
Bryant winced in sympathy. That sounded too familiar for comfort. Clive noted his reaction, but continued. "Trenton came into this knowing that I'm not physically monogamus. He has no problem with that because he knows that I love him, and no one will ever take his place. Now, perhaps you're wondering why I've rinsed our laundry in front of you."
Bryant said, "A little, but I'm honored that you've trusted me enough to tell me."
"Trust is really what this is all about. Trenton has been curious about being with another Dom for some time, but there's never been anyone he was attracted to that he felt comfortable with-until now. He trusts you, Bryant, and he thinks you're incredibly hot. I have to say I approve of his taste. Bryant, as a favor to us both, would you have sex with Trenton?" Bryant's jaw dropped. Clive laughed. "Oh, please, dear, it can't come as that much of a shock! He's been flirting with you shamelessly." Clive cocked his head. "You aren't going to tell me you aren't interested?"
"Hell, no!" Bryant responded. "I'm not going to lie about that. But..." He sighed, rubbing his forehead, and said slowly, "Clive, I like your and Trenton--really like you both. I've never really been close to anyone, and I'm not sure I want to risk our friendship by putting sex in the equation."
"You're wise beyond your years, Bryant. Sometimes sex does queer the gears, but I don't think that will be a problem in this case." He caressed Trenton's throat. "You even have my permission to fall in love with my lamb... Well," he kissed Trenton, "it's hardly possible not to fall in love with him. As long as you remember," now there was a steel edge in his voice, and the look he turned on Bryant was honestly warning, "that he's mine, and he won't be leaving me." Trenton bit his collar, tugging lightly, and Clive turned a tender look on him. "Oh, all right, pet." He looked back at Bryant. "We belong to each other."
Bryant said, "I should feel hesitant about this. I mean, I've only been with one other man, and only in private. Why don't I feel more hesitant?"
Clive said quietly, "Bryant, when you find the right way, when you find a path you know deep inside is right, your steps speed up."
Bryant looked at Trenton. "Trent, that's really what you want?"
In answer Trenton slid down to his knees and crawled slowly to Bryant, keeping his eyes on the older boy's face. Trenton knelt before him and rested his hands lightly on Bryant's knees. "This is my idea. Clive would forbid me to go with anyone he thought would be bad to me, so we both trust you, Bryant." Trenton slid his hands slowly up the muscular columns of his teammate's thighs. "Yes, I really want this." He urged Bryant's knees apart, leaning in, and pressed a kiss to his fly. "I want you."
Bryant drew in a slow, shaky breath. His voice was husky when he spoke. "How do we do this?"
Clive stood up. "We go find a room. Come along, youngsters." He watched in approval as Bryant snagged several condoms from the hospitality bowl before following him and Trenton.
They walked along a hallway till they came to an open door, and entered the room. Clive shut and locked the door, then looked around the room with satisfaction. "Prescot always has things done up so nicely." The bed was already turned down, and the sheets looked silky. Clive reached down and picked up something from one of the pillows. He tossed it to Bryant. "But he has a sense of humor." It was a mint.
There was a comfortable chair along one wall, and Clive pulled it near the bed and sat down. He crossed his legs and his arms and said, "You two have fun, but just remember, Bryant--radish or swan dive."
For a moment Bryant and Trenton just stood and looked at each other. Finally Trenton smiled and said, "Bryant, I can start things if you want, but I warn you, I'm a lot better at taking directions than giving them."
"I don't think that will be necessary." Bryant reached out and lifted Trenton's loose, open shirt from his shoulders, sliding it down his arms. But instead of sliding it off, when it got to Trenton's elbows he brought both sides together, holding them tight, so that Trenton's arms were held to his sides.
Trenton smiled slowly. "I think you're going to be good at this."
Bryant tugged, pulling Trenton flush against his body. Trenton had no objections. In fact, he leaned against Bryant, lovered his eyes, then peeked up at him through his eyelashes.
Bryant peered around Trenton at Clive. "You're right-he's asking for it."
Bryant twisted the cloth once around his fist, tightening it. With his free hand he reached up and gently pinched one of Trenton's nipples, then rubbed his thumb over the firm point. Trenton gave a small, happy groan. "You know, Trenton, it's like I've been on a starvation diet all my life, then suddenly found myself with a banquet spread out before me. Everything looks so good that I just don't know where to start." Bryant touched a finger to Trenton's forehead, then slowly traced it down his nose and ended up with the tip pressed to his lips. "I think I'll start here." Trenton parted his lips, licked Bryant's finger, then sucked it into his mouth. "Oh, God what a tease."
"Mmm, I think that's the wrong term, dear. Trenton tempts, but since he intends to carry through, I don't think I'd classify it as teasing."
Bryant pulled his finger out, but he cupped Trenton's chin and rested his thumb on the boy's chin, keeping his mouth slightly open. Then he bent his head and licked between his lips. Trenton sighed, and his tongue darted out to meet Bryant's.
Bryant enjoyed the duel for a few moments, then moved his hand to hold the back of Trenton's head. Trenton, an intuitive submissive, read the signal and went still, allowing Bryant to be the aggressor. Bryant pushed into Trenton's mouth. The warm, meaty taste was intoxicating, and he pressed harder, exploring the welcoming mouth.
Trenton could scarcely move his arms, with the restricting shirt, but Bryant felt his fingers delicately fluttering agains his hips, scratching lightly at the denim of his white jeans. A little breathless, Bryant pushed Trenton away and said, "Undress."
While Trenton let the shirt slide off, Bryant peeled his tee-shirt over his head. Clive watched with appreciation. Trenton had seen Bryant naked before, but this was a new treat for Clive.
The boy had the long, lean muscles of a swimmer, and he was just as smooth as Trenton. It was obvious to Clive's trained eye that he didn't have much body hair to remove anyway. Bryant's puckered nipples were dark, another hint that his hair color was not natural.
Trenton quickly stripped, folding his clothes neatly and setting them on the nightstand. When he was naked he took Bryant's shirt and did the same with it while the other boy removed his shoes and socks. When he turned back, Bryant was reaching up behind himself, unwinding the rubber band that held his hair in a tail. The motion made the muscles of his chest and abdomen flex, and Trenton's eyes were caught by the smooth play.
Clive, however, was rivited to the sight of Bryant shaking his hair loose, so that it flew about his head before falling in shinying waves over his shoulders. He said quietly, "Oh. My. God. Darling, you are having an appointment with me some time very, very soon."
Bryant smiled, lifting a heavy hank of hair away from his gray eyes. "Priory said something about that, too. I don't think I'm interested in having what he wants done, though."
"When I do someone, what other people want is not a prime consideration. It's between me and my client."
Bryant reached for his belt, but Trenton laid his hands on his wrists, saying, "Please?" Bryant let his hands drop to his sides. Trenton unbuckled the belt and opened Bryant's fly with slow, sure motions, his eyes never leaving Bryant's face. Then Trenton slowly worked the pants and underwear down Bryant's thighs, sinking to his knees before Bryant as he pooled them around his ankles. Byrant stepped out of them, kicking them away.
Bryant was already half hard, a well formed cock rising slightly from a well-trimmed light brown pubic thatch. Trenton started to reach for it, but Clive said sternly, "Manners, Trenton."
"I'm sorry, sir," Trenton said meekly. He looked up at Bryant. "Please, may I touch?"
"You may not only touch--you may taste."
"Oh, thank you, sir!" he breathed. Trenton put one hand on Bryant's hip and used the other one to cradle his prick. Then he leaned forward and lapped delicately at the flushed cockhead.
Bryant's eyes drifted shut as he shuddered with pleasure. Priory occasionally caressed Bryant with rough, near indifference, but he'd never put his mouth on him. It was sheer heaven. Trenton took the glans into his mouth, sucking it softly, swirling his tongue over the crown. Bryant's head dropped back, and he put his hands in Trenton's head as the boy began to bob up and down, taking a little more of his length with each pass.
When Bryant opened his eyes again, his gaze met Clive's. Clive nodded. "Yes, he's very, very good."
"He is," Bryant said hoarsly. He pushed Trenton back. The boy whined quitely, and Bryant said firmly, "You have to stop, Trent. That isn't how I want to come the first time I'm with you."
Trenton's disappointed expression melted into a warm smile. "How do you want me, sir?"
"Get up on the bed."
While Trenton obeyed, Bryant looked around, scanning the room. Clive lifted his eyebrows questioningly. "I'm looking for something to lubricate him. I don't want to go in dry, and he deserves more than just spit."
"I was hoping you'd say that, so I wouldn't have to. Check the nightstand."
Bryant opened the drawer and removed a small plastic tube. He read the packaging, and pursed his lips, obviously fighting a smile. "What is it, precious?"
"I didn't know you could get this stuff flavored."
"The world is full of wonders, my boy."
Bryant looked at Trenton, who'd stretched out on his belly. "It sure is." He knelt beside the prone boy squirting the clear gel on his fingers. "How do you feel about being cherry-flavored, Trenton?"
"I've been flavored a lot of things, Bri." He looked back over his shoulder, grinning at his lover. "Clive is into food play. Ya know, there's not really much point in having flavored lube if it's not gonna be tasted."
"Was that a hint?" Bryant looked at Clive, amused. "I think that was a hint."
He parted Trenton's buttocks and wiped the gel over the velvety crinkled skin. "We'll see." He hesitated. "Clive..."
Clive's voice was calm. "Just massage around the anus till you can feel him start to relax, then slowly and gradually slip the first finger in. Once it's seated and he's had a moment to adjust, work it in and out."
Bryant rubbed around the little pucker slowly and firmly. Trent hummed happily. Bryant carefully placed the tip of his finger over the little star, preparing to push. Trenton suddenly pushed back, and Bryant made a surprised sound as his finger was enveloped in snug, moist heat. Clive said sharply, "Bryant, you smack his ass for that! He knows better than to hurry-that's how impatient submissives get themselves hurt!" Trenton sheepishly pressed his face to the pillow. When Bryant hesitated, Clive continued, "I mean it! He knows that you're inexperienced with this side of the scene, and he's responsible for not trying to goad you into going too fast."
Bryant didn't remove his finger, but he did give Trenton's ass cheek a slap, hard enough to make a sharp crack. Trenton squeaked and said, "I'm sorry, Bryant. I'm sorry, Clive."
"You just settle down, brat, and let Bryant take his time."
Bryant went back to working his finger in Trenton's body, twisting it. "Trenton, are you ready for another finger?"
"Yes, please." Bryant added more lubricant, pressed the two fingers close together, and slid them home. Trenton made a soft whine, then said, "His hand is bigger than yours, sir."
"Don't tense up, Trent, and you'll both be fine. Bryant, be sure to gradually spread you fingers apart." Bryant did, scissoring them as he pumped. Then he got a very intense look on his face. He shifted, his hand flexing as he curled his fingers. Clive knew what he was trying to do, but refrained from giving him directions. He was keeping a close eye on the proceedings, but it would be best for the fledgling Dom to find his own way.
Trenton suddenly moaned, rubbing his cock against the sheets, and Bryant's expression turned triumphant-he'd found Trenton's prostate. Clive watched with a fond smile as Bryant massaged the little pleasure nub, driving his submissive crazy. Trenton knew he was only allowed to squirm a certain amount, and it wasn't easy to restrain himself with the bursts of hot pleasure rolling through him.
It had taken Priory two weeks and a beating to get Bryant to rim him, and even then Bryant had refused unless he'd seen Priory clean himself. He'd thought then that it was singularly unfair for Priory to expect him to lick his asshole without the inducement of being able to fuck it. But this... His mouth was watering.
He pried Trenton's buttocks apart, pressing his thumbs to either side of the glistening, slightly spread hole. Inserting the tip of the tube, he squeezed lubricant into the passage. Trenton whispered, "Brrrr."
"Shit, I'm sorry, Trenton." He made a mental note to always warm the lubricant, and didn't even pause to marvel that he was assuming there would BE a next time.
Laying aside the tube, Bryant bent and blew a warm breath across Trenton's crack, and the boy twitched. Bryant said jovially, "If you wink at me, Trent, I have to kiss you."
Trenton almost melted when he felt the smooth touch of Bryant's lips against his anus, then the wet swipe of his tongue. He didn't get time to adjust to it-Bryant set up a steady rhythm of firm licks, then pressed the tip of his tongue against the loosened opening and pushed, entering him shallowly. Pleased by the boy's response, Bryant moved his tongue in and out, pressing deeper, wiggling in the narrow channel. Trenton was moaning steadily.
Bryant sensed someone nearby, and looked up to find Clive standing by the bed. For a split second he froze in apprehension, certain that Clive had changed his mind, and was about to thump his ass. But Clive just turned Trenton's head so that the boy looked up at him and said, "Trent, slow down. Get ahold of yourself or you'll come before Bryant even gets inside you, and neither one of you wants that." Trenton nodded mutely.
"I'd better get on with this," Bryant said, "Or I won't last long enough to give Trent a good time. Get up on your hands and knees, sweetheart," he ordered. As Trent obeyed, Bryant tore open a condom and rolled it down over his straining cock. Though he hadn't had cause to use one himself, Priory liked to have Bryant 'bag' him, so he knew how to go about it.
Trenton spread his knees eagerly, making room for Bryant to move up behind him. Bryant gripped the boy's hips, feeling his excitement rise. He had been fucked many times, and finally HE was going to do the fucking. The idea of sheathing himself in Trenton's hot, willing body was almost overwhelming. I have to hang on. Damn it, I am not going to come as soon as I get inside. I've waited too long for this. He paused, gripping the base of his cock tightly. It always worked on the few times he actually tried to make Priory last longer (usually in order to avoid some form of punishment).
Trenton wiggled and whined plaintively, and Clive stroked his back. "Sh, love. Don't be impatient. He's not doing it to torture you--he just wants to be sure it lasts."
When Bryant was sure he could control himself, he slowly pushed forward, and moaned as he sank into what felt like a furnace that was lined with moist silk. Trenton's head dropped and his back arched as he whispered, "So good, so good."
Bryant felt a surge of pride that he could bring such a beautiful young man so much pleasure. He was approaching ecstacy himself, but he was determined to hold back till he could coax Trenton into a climax. Somehow bringing Priory to orgasm had never given Bryant a sense of accomplishment--it had been nothing more than a chore, and an upleasant and tedious one at that. Now he was beginning to see what sex could be.
He moved slowly, stroking in and out of the tight heat, feeling how perfectly Trenton cradled him. Holding on with one hand he reached under, finding Trenton's rigid, swaying prick and beginning to masturbate him, pumping in counterpoint to his lunges into Trenton's ass.
Trenton's breathing was deep and ragged, and Bryant could see a blush spreading from his neck down to the top of his back. He knew that the boy's face would be flushed and damp. Trenton, his voice shaking with each jolt of Bryant's thrusts, said, "Can I move now? Please, sir, can I move?"
Bryant sped up his efforts. "Go on, Trent. Let go."
Trenton gave a soft cry and bucked up against Bryant, then surged forward into his grip. He continued moving, hips whipping back and forth jerkily as he frantically strove toward his orgasm. Instinctively Bryant slid a hand up to Trenton's chest and raked his nails roughly over the hart peaks of his nipples.
Trenton wailed, and Bryant felt the boy's body convulse around his buried prick, milking at it. Bryant bit his lip till it bruised and continued fucking him, never missing a stroke as Trenton shuddered and filled his hand with hot sperm. When Bryant felt the rhytmic squeezing begin to taper off he gripped Trenton tightly, slammed in as deeply as he could, and held himself there as his orgasm burst over him. He filled the condom, feeling the hot liquid ooze back along his encased cock, and he pumped another couple of times, just to enjoy the friction.
Finally it was done, but Bryant stayed where he was for a moment, letting his cock soften enough to eventually slip out, while he rubbed Trenton's back in silent thanks. He backed away from Trent, and the boy collapsed onto his stomach, panting.
Bryant went to the bathroom and disposed of the filled condom, the got a cloth and cleaned himself. Without really considering it, he rinsed the cloth and went out to clean Trenton.
When he came back Clive was sitting on the bed beside Trenton. His pants were open, and Trent had rolled over far enough so that he could comfortably fellate his lover. Bryant stood quietly in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt the couple, but he didn't turn away.
Clive caressed Trenton's hair, whispering to him. The boy pulled off for a moment, hugging him about the waist and pressing his face to Clive's silk shirt before he went back to sucking him. In a few momentss Clive held his head, thrust up into his mouth a couple of times, and came. Trenton swallowed busily.
When he was done, Bryant came over and gently wiped Trenton's ass and crotch while the boy licked Clive clean. Trenton finished and rolled over onto his back. He gave Bryant a contented smile and held out his arms, like a sleepy child begging for a hug.
Bryant joined them on the bed. Soon all three were stretched out, Clive and Bryant snuggling Trenton between them. Clive reached over and patted Bryant's arm. "Thank you for being so good to my dear pet, Bryant. You made his first real time with someone else a positive experience."
Bryant kissed Trenton. After a moment's thought he leaned over the boy and kissed Clive, too. Clive allowed it with an indulgent smile. "Thank you two. This has been..." he searched for the proper word. "affirming, and enlightening."
"So, you've looked at life from both sides now, from top and bottom. What do you think?"
"I think," he said slowly. "I think... that I'm going to have to do a lot of serious thinking about my life from now on."