Andrew shivered at the firm grasp the other man held him in. It was such an intense feeling, being held in place as Sally worked his cock and kissed at his exposed throat. He felt trapped by the older man, and he found the sensation went straight to his cock. He felt his orgasm building as he arched his back further, panting harder as he gasped out Sally’s name and begged her for his release.
“Please,” He panted, pulling weakly at the arm the other man still held firmly. Corey wouldn’t give him an inch though, instead pulling it back further so that Andrew’s shoulders were firmly planted against his firm chest.
As Sally began to gently tug on Andrew’s balls, pumping his water-slicked cock more insistently, he let out a quiet, broken cry and came hand, his mouth opening wide in a silent scream as she scratched his ball gently. He leaned heavily back against the other man as he came and when he finished, shivering violently, he nearly collapsed.
Corey grabbed him quickly, releasing his hold on Andrew’s face to wrap both hands around him and pull him back against him, his leaking, throbbing erection pressing insistently at the soft flesh of Andrew’s ass. Andrew shivered hard in Corey’s arms, his legs giving under his weight. He was held up though by the other man, who bent slightly over him as he wrapped an arm firmly across his chest while the other wrapped around his waist to hold him firmly against him.
“I love seeing you two like this,” Sally purred as Andrew panted in her husband’s arms. “I’d love to see him hold you just like this while I bounce on your cock, Andy.” She said lowly as she reached up to pet one of Andrew’s flushed cheeks as he stared down at her with heavy eyelids, panting and shivering hard in the older man’s arms as he felt Corey’s throbbing member slid between his cheeks, the older man growling lowly.
Andrew watched with heavy lids as Sally carefully went around them to disappear. He felt her hands wrap around Corey’s cock, pumping it lazily as its leaking tip pressed almost insistently against Andrew’s fluttering entrance. Andrew shuddered hard at the feeling, near tears. He felt...so fucking overwhelmed. It was fucking everything. So good!
He was walked forward a few steps on weak, wobbly legs before he pressed firmly, almost too firmly, against the wall, the other man’s arms still wrapped tightly around him and preventing his heated flesh from touching the cold, wet tiles. The only part of him that touched the shower wall was his cheek, which felt good against his overheated flesh.
It was...so fucking good.
Andrew didn’t even want to think about how good it felt, being held this tightly, being pressed so firmly between the wall and another man, being so helpless in his arms while the older man moaned and grunted into Andrew’s ear, Corey’s lips parted as they brushed against the sensitive flesh there. It was too much.
Andrew shuddered and cried quietly, so many emotions building up. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for him to cry after a good orgasm, but he didn’t feel like he could let it go, not with Corey plastered up against him. They’d just gotten onto friendly terms, and he didn’t want to mess anything up by crying. He didn’t want Corey to think anything was wrong, because there wasn’t. Crying after sex was cathartic for Andrew - after years of pushing everything down to keep from pissing off his mother, upsetting his foster families, it felt good to let all out.
All of this rough, firm handling went straight to Andrew’s dick and he felt ashamed for it, almost. He shivered as Sally’s pumping of her husband’s cock grew more insistent, the weeping tip pressed firmly up against Andrew’s entrance now, sending an anxious thrill through Andrew and sending him on his tippy toes. Andrew stiffed as he felt the other man begin to rock his hips, and Andrew had to squirm a little to move his entrance away from the head of the other man’s insistent cock as it threatened to press into him.
Corey seemed to get the message and tiled his hips back to direct the tip of his cock a little higher, his arms tightening around Andrew and he moaned low, growling and cursing as Andrew felt him thrust hard into Sally’s hands, the motion rocking Andrew’s lower half-hard against the wall. When Corey came, he came hard against the inside of Andrew’s cheeks, Andrew shivering at the sticky heat as the other man slammed his softening cock hard against Andrew’s backside, Andrew gasping as Corey pressed hard against him to drag his spent cock against the seed there, rubbing into it roughly.
Andrew shivered as the other man groaned low and dragged his wet mouth over his cheek, sucking on Andrew’s jaw before he nipped there. He stayed pressed hard up against Andrew for a minute, panting against Andrew’s cheek as Andrew felt Sally’s hands drag over his hips.
“You think you can come one more time for me, baby?” Sally cooed. “Come inside of me, let me bounce on your pretty cock?”
Andrew shuddered hard, sucking in a breath as he opened his eyes to look to the wall of the shower. “Yes.” He said quietly, his voice barely audible over the hiss of the mist.
“That’s what I want to hear.” Sally purred before there was a loud sharp noise, the sound of Sally swatting the back of Corey’s thighs. “Turn around so I can get to him.”
Corey growled lowly in Andrew’s ear, sending a thrill down Andrew’s spine, before he turned, dragging Andrew backward. When Corey sat down on the built-in shower bench, he dragged Andrew to sit on his lap, tightening the arm around Andrew’s chest before he released the younger man’s waist to reach up and pull his head back to direct it to rest on Corey’s shoulder, holding it in place by covering his eyes again.
Andrew shivered as the mist around them changed to the rain settling, hot water pouring down over them. He heard the shower door open and a cool air crawl in and he tried to turn his head toward it, but Corey held him in place.
“Be patient,” Corey said in a low tone in his ear, holding his mouth against Andrew’s ear and making the younger man shiver. “It’ll be just a moment.” He tightened his hold around Andrew’s chest, sucking in a breath to expand his chest as full as it could go, pressing up firmly against Andrew’s back.
Andrew’s cock jumped and he shivered hard, moving his thighs to clench them around his stiffening cock.
“Relax your thighs,” Corey said into his ear, “You don’t want the blood leaving your cock, do you?”
Andrew panted at that, swallowing thickly. He wanted to say please, but he didn’t know what he was asking for. Did he...want Corey to touch him? Would that be...weird?
He didn’t get long to dwell on that, because after another minute the shower door closed and he felt a condom slowly being rolled down his cock. He tried to lift his head again but Corey kept him firmly in place, breathing in deeply again to hold Andrew tightly in his arms.
Andrew felt Sally climb onto his lap and his cock twitched in anticipation before he felt her wet heat slowly start to engulf him. He panted harder, quietly pleading with Sally as she continued her slow, almost teasing pace of lowering herself onto him. When she was fully seated on his cock he felt her manicured nails scratch down his throat before they reached down to grasp onto his thighs as she started to bounce on his cock, pumping him.
He moaned out her name breathlessly, begging her to keep going, to go harder, faster, but she kept her slow, careful pace. He felt her lean forward, her breasts pressing firmly against him. His hearing, heightened from all the sensations, picked up on the sound of Corey growling deep in his throat, the other man’s chest rumbling against his back. Sally began to moan and a hot, open mouth started to suck and nip at his jaw. It took him a beat to realize it was Corey, moving his lips this way and that before he turned his head fully to trace the shell of Andrew’s ear with his large, hot tongue.
Andrew thurst up into Sally’s clutch as she continued to ride him and he turned his head a fraction to feel Corey’s lips trace along his temple. Underneath his ass he could feel Corey’s cock pressing hard up against him and after the next time he thrust up into Sally, he made sure to grind back against Corey. That earn a strangled noise from the older man, who forcibly pulled Andrew’s head back further to fully expose his throat, which Corey proceeded to attack with searing kisses.
Andrew had only two more thrusts and grinds in him before he came with a wretched sob, Sally riding him hard and Corey aggressively jerking his hips up toward Andrew’s ass. When he came down he cried hard, sobbing as she continued to ride him, moaning as he came down from his orgasm. When she came, she tightened around him and milked whatever was left inside of him and Andrew jerked before he relaxed in Corey’s strong arms, panting hard as she bounced twice more on his softening cock.
She said something to him, but he couldn’t really hear it. He drifted for a few minutes, shuttering as she pulled off of him to let Corey shift so he was sliding his hot, throbbing cock underneath Andrew’s soft, spent cock. Andrew shivered violently as he felt Sally take hold of his knees to hold them together, giving Corey more friction as he slid his cock against Andrew’s sensitive sack. The feeling of the other man's large, heavy cock throbbing between the flesh of his upper thighs was oddly comforting, giving him a warm thrum of pleasure all over as Corey grunted and thrust up into him.
Andrew drifted off then. He must have been asleep for a short while, because when he came to, he was laying on his back on the bed, naked, and being gently toweled off by a dripping wet Corey. He turned his head to look up at Corey, who slowly went from where he was drying off Andrew’s chest to lean over Andrew with a content look on his face.
“Go back to sleep.” He said quietly. Andrew blinked with heavy lids and looked around the room for Sally. “She already left for work.” Corey said plainly, “I’ve got you.” Andrew looked back to Corey to watch as he continued to pat dry the droplets from his flushed skin. Once Corey was finished, he watched the older man quickly towel dry himself before he tossed the towel behind him without any obvious target. He leaned his hands on the bed, but hesitated. “I’ll go to the guest room, if that would make you more comfortable.”
“Stay.” Andrew mouthed, slowly closing his eyes, feeling himself relax as the bed dipped under Corey’s weight. He felt the other come to lay close to him before the heavy blankets were pulled over them both. Slowly, he opened his eyes to turn his head toward Corey to see him lying on his side, facing Andrew, watching him. “Did you like it?” Andrew asked quietly.
Corey smirked at him, but it lacked its usual bitter edge. It seemed...fond.
“Yeah.” He said simply, “I liked it. I would definitely do that again with you.” He said before he inched closer, getting comfortable. “It was damn near perfect, in my opinion.”
Andrew smiled a little before he closed his eyes and let himself fall back into unconsciousness.
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