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Julio doesn’t really remember which of them started it, but they’re kissing. Or trying to. It’s strange and uncertain, both of them only used to kissing girls, unsure if they should be trying to lead or follow. But then Tenoch’s hands dip into Julio’s hair and find his right ear, the one he rubs when he’s jerking off, and Tenoch knows, he knows because he’s seen, and he remembered (was he watching? out of the corner of his eye?), and Julio realizes Tenoch is trying to make him feel good, and he’s already close to coming, just like that.
Well, not just like that. He glances down and he sees Luisa has her mouth on Tenoch, one hand on his hip to stop him thrusting too deep with his juddering hips. The other hand is on Julio, pulling his foreskin up and down, a slight twist to it that says she knows what she’s doing. Whatever she’s doing to Tenoch must feel good too because these helpless, high-pitched little moans and shuddering breaths are starting to hit Julio’s lips. It occurs to him, somewhere in his spinning head, that he’s jerked off with Tenoch so many times that he knows all his sounds, knows he only has a couple of minutes left before he shoots off.
He glances down again, letting Tenoch’s haphazard kisses fall on his cheek as he tries to peer in the gloomy light at Tenoch’s dick. Julio’s never seen it hard this close before, and he’s curious.
Luisa senses him looking down and pulls off Tenoch, looking up at Julio with dark eyes and reddened, shiny lips. She reaches up and takes his hand where he’s just kind of haphazardly brushing his knuckles over Tenoch’s stomach and pulls it down, guiding it, not to her but to Tenoch.
“It’s alright,” she says, her voice husky from the blow job. “He’s nice and wet now.”
Of course. Tenoch needs that. Julio has seen him licking his fingers when he jerks off, to create a slick surface for his circumcised dick. But Luisa’s mouth has gotten him a lot wetter, and he jerks and gasps when Julio first touches the slick, velvety head, purple-red where it’s been sucked. Tenoch’s eyes fly open in shock and for a moment Julio hesitates. But then he slides his fingers down a little and Tenoch gives a soft moan, bucks into it, so Julio wraps his hand all the way around and tightens his grip.
The effect is immediate. Tenoch starts thrusting into his hand frantically and haphazardly, treating it like a vagina in a way that makes Julio feel sorry for vaginas. It’s like Tenoch has no control. It reminds Julio of the way dogs hump: chaotic and graceless. He’s hopping up on his toes, leaning too much of his weight on Julio…
And then Luisa’s mouth is on him, and he doesn’t care about anything. He fists his free hand in Tenoch’s hair and kisses him open-mouthed, spurred by alcohol and the frantic churn of Tenoch’s hips, and the way Luisa’s tongue is massaging his frenulum, and her fingers on his ass, sliding in, testing…
Julio freezes, and probably goes a little soft, though Luisa doesn’t comment on it. His first instinct is to push her away, but then he remembers he went to the bathroom earlier and left feeling a lot lighter. There can’t be much there, and if there is, it seems Luisa doesn’t mind because she’s coated her finger is something slippery and…
“Oh fuck, she’s in my ass,” he tells Tenoch in a frantic, turned-on whisper as Luisa’s finger pushes into him. It’s weird, doesn’t exactly feel good, but the shock of it is such a turn-on by itself. Tenoch gives a drunken little laugh and hooks his chin over Julio’s shoulder to look at where Luisa’s finger is, and now the head of Tenoch’s dick is bumping against Julio’s stomach with each thrust into his hand.
“She used the finger on you, pal,” Tenoch confirms, sounding strangely awed, his strokes speeding up. Julio knows he’s close now, not more than 30 seconds, and he’s oddly disappointed it’s almost over. So he takes his own dick and presses it against Tenoch’s and wraps his hands tight around it. They’re both comically thrusting into Julio’s hands like some strange crab.
Tenoch’s hips are twisting. He’s going to come. He’s sweaty all over, it’s dripping from his hair and he’s back at Julio’s mouth now, whispering oh, oh, oh against his skin and kissing him again, rubbing his ear.
Then Luisa pushes her finger in further and crooks it a little and Julio almost has a heart attack at the jolt of pleasure. The only warning is a strangled yelp before he’s oozing cum over his hands, shooting it against Tenoch’s chest. It goes on and on, wracking his body: Tenoch’s finger and thumb on his ear, Luisa’s finger inside him, it just keeps rolling on and seizing up his muscles. He’s sobbing and praying to the saints, and distantly he realizes that Tenoch has taken over holding their dicks, now even slicker with Julio’s semen. And in his ecstasy he feels Tenoch shudder and come, drenching their hands even more.
They smoke a joint and laugh as quietly as they can manage, and then Julio asks Luisa to finger him again, fascinated by the new pleasure he just discovered. Tenoch doesn’t ask for a finger of his own, but he does watch the proceedings with dazed interest, making Julio pull his leg up so Tenoch can see better. And with how they’re on the bed now, Tenoch’s reawakening dick is close to Julio’s face, so he reaches out to taste it with his tongue.
Nasty. Salty. Bitter. His come, and Tenoch’s, and whatever dicks taste like underneath. But Tenoch sucks in a breath and Julio feels the head start to swell again under his tongue, and that’s a wild sensation. He can’t reach his own dick with this Twister position the three of them are in, and the forced restraint only adds to the excitement.
Luisa slides another finger into him, nice and easy, while Tenoch slides into his mouth and oh God this is called a spit roast, Julio has watched so much porn like this, but now he’s the one getting it at both ends and it feels… not good, the way jerking off feels good, but exhilarating. Julio looks up to find Tenoch staring down at him wildly, helplessly, trying so hard not to push too hard, hissing when his dick bumps Julio’s teeth, baring his own teeth like a cat. This probably is a terrible blow job. Julio doesn’t even know if it counts. He’s never received a blow job this clumsy.
Tenoch’s eyes are flickering between Julio’s face and Luisa’s fingers and Julio knows what he wants even before Tenoch gently retrieves his dick and pulls Julio up, bloodshot eyes meeting bloodshot eyes and Luisa’s fingers slipping out. Tenoch presses their sweaty faces together, drenched hair hanging in each other’s eyes as they kiss. It’s surprisingly slow and tender, though it coarsens when Tenoch pulls back with a whispered babble of:
“Can I put it in your ass?”
He sounds worried that Julio will say no, and Julio probably should. He knew they were going to have a threesome but didn’t think it would be like this, didn’t think they’d even kiss. But he’s tingling where Luisa touched him, inside, and he thinks he wants Tenoch in there, wonders if he could maybe find that spot again inside him that got him off in moments. So…
So they let Luisa take charge, because she seems to know what she’s doing. Julio asks if it will be better missionary or doggy style, and she looks at Tenoch’s dick and then tells Julio to lie on his side, pull one knee up, and Tenoch will straddle his straightened leg and go in from the side like that.
Tenoch looks confused, like he’s too high to understand this. He probably hasn’t done anything more exotic than missionary or doggy style, Julio thinks. And Luisa is explaining something, something about the way Tenoch’s dick curves, and how this way will feel good. But Julio isn’t listening because Tenoch is sitting astride his thigh now, dangling balls resting against his skin. And his balls are cold, and Julio wonders why balls are so cold and dicks are so hot, and then he finds Tenoch looking down at him and realizes he said that out loud.
They start laughing, and Tenoch collapses down on him, Julio’s hips still twisted to the side but his torso facing up. He grabs Tenoch’s face with confidence now and stops laughing and kisses him, feeling the way it makes Tenoch’s dick leak onto his inner thigh. The soft tissue inside him that Luisa disturbed with her fingers is tingling again, and Julio doesn’t ask Tenoch to fuck him but starts pulling him in, and Tenoch eagerly bucks between his thighs, seeking entrance.
“Ah-ah, easy, easy,” Luisa says, and then she does something extraordinary. She pushes her fingers in where she’s wet and then grabs Tenoch’s dick and slicks him up with her pussy juice. It makes Tenoch feral, he’s bucking like a wild stallion, prodding bluntly at Julio’s cheeks and asshole, smearing Luisa all over him. “Easy, easy,” she says again, and holds Tenoch’s dick and hips and guides him in.
Julio screws up his face, turns his head away and bites the gross, flat pillow as Tenoch breaches him. This doesn’t feel good, this hurts a lot, but it’s making Tenoch crazy. He keeps trying to buck in deeper, gasping and muttering stuff like “fuck, tight, ah, so good, my God” while Luisa rubs his back with one hand and holds his hip with the other.
His teeth still deep in the pillow, Julio feels Tenoch’s hand on his face, turning it up to look at him. His eyes are half-crazed, but he finds Julio’s ear and rubs it, and just eases in a little bit at a time. They press their foreheads together and breathe each other’s stale beer-weed breath and then Julio twists his hips by accident and Tenoch slides home and…
“Ah, there!” he exclaims, as frenzied as Tenoch was now. It’s that place, that heavenly spot that Luisa found before. She was right: like this, Tenoch’s dick is curved against it and it’s like nothing Julio’s felt in his life. He thinks he’s crying, dry sobs where he’s dehydrated from the alcohol and weed and from sex. Then Tenoch shifts away from the good spot and starts rapidly bunny-fucking with his hips the way he did before and Julio hisses, “ah, no-no-no!” as he’s jabbed randomly inside.
Luisa mutters under her breath, stills Tenoch’s hips, grabs his chin to force him to look at her.
“Don’t just screw him,” she says. “Make love to him. Give him his pleasure first.”
It feels odd to be spoken about in the third person like that, but it works. Tenoch gives his head a little shake and lets Julio guide him back to that place that felt the best and then starts rolling his hips, rhythmically brushing against it. They’re letting loose these little panicked, disbelieving cries, both of them, and this is the best thing Julio has ever felt, and it lasts all of nine seconds before he’s coming from it, and from the friction where his dick is trapped against his sweaty skin.
It’s definitely not like jerking off, or fucking a girl. It starts deeper, every muscle in his body seizing up before he starts to spurt. And it must feel good for Tenoch too because he whines and pushes in like he’s scared of being pushed out. And he’s doing his little bunny-fucks again but Julio is already gone, his fingers pressing white circles into Tenoch’s biceps as he comes and comes and comes, and Tenoch is flattening himself down, pushing up, stilling, and Julio can’t feel it but he knows that Tenoch is coming in him, coming as deep as he can.
They’re a sticky heap when they finally collapse. Julio’s ears are ringing. He holds Tenoch’s hips carefully, holding him where he is so they can wait for him to soften. Come is already starting to pool on his thigh where it’s slipping out of him. Julio rolls his head to one side and sees Luisa looking tender but also frustrated.
“So I guess you only last ten seconds with each other as well,” she says.