Man/Man Multipack
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Three Men for the Lady
Diana wasn't sure what part of her arrangement with Brad, Tom and Keith she liked the most. While their endless and occasionally hilarious attempts to one-up one another and look best in her eyes were always worth a laugh, she for the time being also didn't mind the idea of three boys following her around and doing whatever she pleased. She hadn't wanted for anything in a long time, and she owed that to the three boys and their unrelenting devotion.
Maybe, she thought to herself one morning while getting dressed in front of the mirror, there was something morally questionable about it – but if she didn't get to do this kind of thing now, when her looks and body were at their peak, then when? Why not let herself live a little? Besides, she thought, taking inventory of her small but perfectly shaped breasts and thick, firm ass – both barely hidden by the skimpy underwear she had just slipped into – gifts like hers shouldn't go to waste.
Tonight was going to be the showstopping number, though, and she found herself getting slightly wet just thinking about the plan she had in store. Summer was coming, and it wouldn't be practical having all three boys trail her around while she abused the beach and bar scene after university classes let out. The plan was simple and, some might think, ridiculous – but if she could pull it off, the power trip would be almost unbearably sweet and she'd have herself a man by the end of the evening.
She texted each of the boys to meet her at her apartment off campus, closing each message with a winking emoticon. Ever the flirt, she thought to herself with a smirk. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she removed the bra and panties she had just slipped into. This wasn't going to do; she needed to don something irresistible that didn't give up too much. She thought quietly to herself, staring over at the open closet for a moment before her eyes lit up. She had just the thing.
All three of the boys arrived at the apartment complex at the same time, as was usually the case. Though they had all been friends for a few years now, the growing competition over Diana was beginning to take precedent. Things weren't acrid, but there was a certain kind of tension. The three all greeted each other with nods, sharing small talk as they walked toward Diana's building. She lived on the fourth floor, and the trip up the stairs was always awkward for the boys as each one wanted to jockey for position in the lead but none wanted to look like he was trying too hard. This time around, it was Tom who managed to make it to her door first. He knocked, and the three stood in place waiting for Diana to answer.
“Just a second!” she yelled from the other side of the door. Each of the boys uttered their own affirmation that it was just fine. Another minute or two passed, and the three stood outside Diana's door in complete silence. Finally, the door opened – as did the boys' mouths.
It was exactly the reaction Diana had been hoping for when she slipped into this outfit, her miniskirt wrapped tightly and ending just below the apex of her legs, her small black shirt an entirely open number laced loosely in the front to show as much cleavage as possible. She smiled, her medium-length brunette hair teasing across her eyes as she greeted the boys. Behind her, the apartment was lit with nothing more than a bunch of candles she had placed carefully on a number of surfaces throughout the living room. Each of the boys said their own hello in their own way, all three at the same time.
“Come in,” she said, interrupting them. “Go to the living room.” They started over in that direction obediently while she shut the door behind them.
“I have to go freshen up,” she said. “I want all three of you to get naked and stand there. I'll be right out.”
There was a stunned silence before Tom and Keith both responded with, “What?”
“How many things could I possibly mean by 'get naked and stand there'? I want you to remove your clothing and wait for me in the living room,” she said. “I will be right out.”
Diana didn't actually need to freshen up, but she took the opportunity in her bedroom to make one quick pass in the mirror and smile ear to ear about what she was setting up. Quickly, she walked out into the living room. All three of the boys were standing there, completely naked, covering themselves with their hands.
“Hands to your sides,” Diana said. Slowly, reluctantly, all three agreed. She smiled. This might be even easier than she thought. She looked at their cocks, each sturdy and strong even in their flaccid states. She couldn't wait to see them put to better use. She wandered over to the large recliner she kept in her living room, sitting down and admiring the scene.
“Here's the deal,” Diana said. “You three have all been amazing, but I'm looking for something steady and strong – no more of this fawning business. It's great, but I've come to realize I don't a boy. I want a man. That's why tonight, each one of you is going to prove to me exactly how much of a man you are.”
The three were perplexed, sharing looks with each other. “What do you mean?” Tom asked.
“A real man is sure of himself,” Diana said, running a finger in small laps around her cleavage. “A real man knows how to handle himself, and a real man will put their body on the line for a body like this. That's why you three are going to prove yourselves by fucking.”
“What the fuck?” Brad said without hesitation. The other two didn't say anything, but their looks didn't say anything different. “No way,” he said. “You really expect me – us – to –”
“Yes, I do,” Diana snapped back, the look in her eyes changing from playful to something more devious. “I need to know one of you is a man, and this is the way you're going to prove it to me.” She uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, subtly revealing she hadn't actually bothered putting panties back on while getting changed earlier. Brad gulped audibly. Diana giggled. “You're going to fuck and suck and pump and whatever else it takes to get each other off, and you're going to do it for my pleasure. I'm going to watch the whole thing, and it's going to help me decide which of you is the best man for my purposes.”
Keith, Brad and Tom all looked at each other. Getting naked in front of one another was as far as any of them had thought this might go, and they were struggling to compute what Diana was asking them to do. The awkward looks continued just a little too long for Diana's liking, and she looked up at the clock.
“I was going to give you boys as much time as you needed, but I just don't feel like sitting here all night,” she said. “You've got twenty minutes. Every second counts.” She leaned back in her chair, running a finger gently up her inner thigh and licking her teeth. She could barely contain herself.
Keith was obviously having trouble coming to grips with the situation, so Tom turned to Brad. The two shared a knowing look, then got down on the ground next to each other. Keith and Diana watched as the two fumbled about with each other, Tom reaching down and tugging roughly at Brad's flaccid cock and Brad running his hands over Tom's chiseled torso. Much to Diana's surprise – as well as their own – the two were able to get each other turned on and fully erect within a matter of minutes. Their actions, bumbling at first, soon grew more competent as they ignored their preconceptions and just let the feeling run through them. Tom's hand now made smooth pumping motions up and down Brad's cock, while Brad was working on Tom's erect meat with at his own tempo. Before long, the two were practically one well-oiled machine of muscle, an odd combination of strength and gentleness coursing through them as they breathed heavier and heavier, beads of sweat breaking out on their tanned, hard bodies.
Diana leaned forward in her chair. This was more of a success than she thought it might be. Tom and Brad, without speaking, moved into position for a sixty-nine. Tom lay on his back as Brad flipped himself around and lowered, swallowing Tom's length and girth. His gag reflex tripped at first, the back of his throat tickled by the head of another man's cock for the very first time. Diana giggled. It didn't take long for Brad to get everything under control, though, and soon he was moving his mouth up and down the length of Tom's erect rod as his own dick was being worked on. Tom was enthusiastic, running his hand up and down Brad's cock while following it with his lips and tongue. The two started breathing harder and harder, growing closer to orgasm than either had imagined possible in this situation.
Diana looked at Keith, who was staring at the pile of flesh with a different look on his face from before. Looking down at Keith's erect member, it was obvious he was having second thoughts about his revulsion. Keith caught Diana looking. She raised an eyebrow at him and gestured toward Tom and Brad. Keith got the hint. He set to work, getting down on his knees behind the sixty-nine and positioning himself just behind Brad's muscular ass. When he entered Brad, he did it with a decisiveness totally unrepresentative of how he had acted previously. Brad gasped in surprise and yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure, his prostate being massaged by another man's cock and forcing jolts of ecstasy through him. His balls tingled as Tom ran up and down his length with his hands and mouth, and the combination of Keith entering his ass and Tom servicing his cock was almost too much. He had to take his mouth off of Tom's member for a second, eyes and jaw clenched, hissing through his teeth with every deep breath. Diana was fascinated, watching the whole thing unfold with unerring attention.
“Get back on there,” Diana said, half taunting and half demanding. Brad looked up at her with an expression that made her so wet she almost had to excuse herself. He went right back to pleasuring Tom. Diana looked up at the clock. Five more minutes to go.
Tom, meanwhile, was determined to squeeze every last drop of come out of Brad's cock, proving his prowess and manliness first and foremost above the others. He tightened his lips and rolled his tongue around, feeling every inch of Brad's fully erect meat, massaging whatever wasn't in his mouth with his supple, cupped hands. The job Brad was doing was certainly distracting, and Tom had to try and let his mind drift a few times to avoid coming way too early. As long as he got Brad off first, though, he would be more than happy to spill his load right after. Tom noted that Keith's entry into the fray had greatly improved his odds of getting Brad off first, and he attacked the cock in his mouth with even more enthusiasm. Soon, he felt Brad's muscles tighten. His breath quickened. Brad let out a moan, then another and another. His grip on Tom's cock grew stronger. With a final strong thrust – aided by Keith pushing himself into Brad from behind – Brad finally let go, firing his load into the back of Tom's throat. Tom swallowed all of it without fail, pumping with his hand and eagerly pulling on the erect cock with his lips. Brad forced his hips forward sharply once … twice … and then stopped, resting. Keith wasn't done, though, and so when Brad dismounted from Tom's mouth Keith was quick to make sure he stayed on his knees.