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Jamie’s in a plank, thick biceps on either side of Roy’s thighs, Jamie’s forearms brushing against Roy’s thigh hair as they lie on the bed. Jamie’s fingers scrabble at Roy’s hips as he slides his lips up and down Roy’s cock, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut. His knees shake where they’re spread out on the bed behind him, but he’s being good, staying up, his cock leaking in drips from where Roy can just see it in the open air. Jamie’s moving his hips in tiny aborted thrusts, desperately seeking friction and the feel of Roy’s skin, but getting nothing.
Jamie opens his mouth to moan, and Roy’s cock slides against his teeth briefly as it slips out.
“Tartt,” Roy says, grabbing Jamie’s jaw in one massive hand. “Did Coach tell you to stop?”
Jamie whimpers.
Roy repeats himself: “Did she tell you to stop?”
Keeley bites at Jamie’s shoulder from behind him, where she’s crowded against his thick ass, strapless strap-on lubed up and sliding against his hole.
“No, she did not,” Jamie bites out, breathing hard.
Roy holds Jamie’s gaze. “Don’t you want it,” he murmurs.
Jamie moans. “I want it Coach,” he gasps, “I want it so bad.”
“Get on with it then,” Roy says, ruffling Jamie’s hair as he pulls him down, fucking up into Jamie’s slick mouth.
“That’s it,” Keeley says from behind him. “Good boys get rewarded.” She lines her strap-on up with Jamie’s well-slicked and stretched-out hole and pushes in. Jamie cries out, and Keeley lifts his hips up with one hand so he can relax his plank and just let them fuck him boneless from both sides.
Roy’s breath hitches and he and Keeley lock eyes. “That’s it, Jamie,” Keeley says, looking at Roy. “Make him come for me.”
Jamie grabs at Roy’s hips and hollows his cheeks, letting Roy slide down his throat and against his tongue over an over and over and over. Keeley switches on the vibrator for her strap on, lifts a knee for leverage and thrusts into Jamie from behind, the vibration bringing gasp after gasp from her lips as she fucks up into him. “Come for me, Roy,” Keeley says, and he does, his hand on the nape of Jamie’s neck as he holds him in place so his come shoots down his throat. Roy’s abs convulse as Jamie swallows him down, and Keeley bites her lip as her gasps crescendo and she meets Roy’s heavy-lidded gaze again and comes.
She slumps gently against Jamie’s back for a second to catch her breath, her nipples brushing against his hot skin. “That’s ten,” she whispers, and Jamie whimpers as she pulls him up with her to get her hand around his cock, strap-on still buried in his ass. She holds him where Roy can see them both and thrusts into him, one, two, three, right to the place where she knows his prostate is, and she twists her palm around the head of his cock and Jamie’s coming, thick ropes of white shooting onto Roy’s stomach and chest as Roy watches in awe. The sight draws a moan from Keeley, and she lets Jamie relax his head against Roy’s chest as she finishes herself off with a few more frantic vibrating thrusts against Jamie’s ass. “Fuck,” she says as she rides aftershock after aftershock, hands on Jamie’s shoulders, legs tangled with Roy’s on the bed. She finally collapses against Jamie’s back, pulling the strap on out of both of them and throwing it onto a waiting towel on the floor. She climbs up their bodies to kiss them both on their cheeks and foreheads before slapping Jamie’s ass and getting up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom.
Roy reaches up a hand to brush Jamie’s hair off his sticky face. “Good lad,” Roy says, voice and fingers equally gentle and fond.
Keeley comes back with her washcloth and lifts Jamie’s chin to get the drying come from Roy’s chest off his face. “That’s my good boy,” she says, as Jamie smiles and then rolls over so she can get to work on Roy. “My good, sexy, boys,” she says, taking the washcloth to Roy’s chest, carefully rubbing the come out of his thick chest hair. Jamie swipes the towel on the bed against the lube on his ass and then folds it underneath himself and settles against Roy’s shoulder. Keeley tosses the washcloth onto the towel on the floor and then joins Jamie’s other side to pepper him with kisses as Roy kneads Jamie’s back with one of his big hands.
“God, I love my life,” Jamie mumbles against Roy’s skin as Roy and Keeley smile at each other over his head.