Five Boroughs 01 - Sutphin Boulevard (2 page)

“No mess,” he said when David let out a low moan.

“You got it,” Nunzio gasped.

The card machine beeped, and I opened my eyes just enough to see Nunzio kick open the door and stagger out. I hauled David out with me, nearly breaking my neck when the guy shoved me backward in an attempt to grind up against my dick. My back met air, and I crashed down to the stoop.

“Jesus, you horny little freaks, get your asses inside,” Nunzio said with a husky laugh.

“You taste good,” David panted into my mouth.

“You taste gorgeous.”

My words were nonsensical and so slurred they barely sounded like English, but David didn’t seem to mind. He licked the side of my face with a hot, wet swipe of his tongue and followed it up by biting down on my lower lip. The ability to move was fading fast, but Nunzio grabbed my shoulder and hauled me up.

My desire to get David in bed was so urgent, the four flights of stairs seemed more like four hundred. He ripped my shirt off the moment we entered the apartment, and I heard Nunzio flip the locks as we stumbled to the bedroom. Nunzio was close behind, but I almost forgot he was a participant until his breath ghosted along the ridge of my ear.

“Get his pants down.”

I nodded and he pressed his face against my neck. I could feel the filthy smile tipping up the corners of Nunzio’s mouth as his hands got busy with my belt. When my pants were gaping open, he helped me get David shirtless and worked off his jeans and shoes.

David lay splayed out on the bed beneath us. His heavy-lidded eyes moved between me and Nunzio. He smiled.

I grabbed the band of his briefs and tugged without bothering to be gentle. His dick aligned with his taut stomach and smeared precome on his pale skin.

Nunzio’s breath was hot on the back of my neck. “Damn, that slut wants it.”

I shuddered at the words and stretched my body along David’s, sprinkling kisses along his throat and smiling when I felt the vibrations from his answering moan. I trailed down, dragging wet patches across David’s warm, sweaty flesh, and occasionally nipping at it to leave little red marks.

David writhed on the bed, making breathless noises that were eventually muffled—by Nunzio, I assumed, because his presence disappeared from my back. I looked up, and my dick pulsed in response to seeing my best friend balls-deep in David’s mouth.

It was hot—intensely, incredibly, mind-blowingly so. Before I’d drenched myself in shots and beer chasers I hadn’t wanted to share, but now it didn’t matter. Without Nunzio orchestrating this little porn opera, I wouldn’t have even been able to skin David out of his pants. And being this close to Nunzio while he used the guy’s mouth was more of a turn-on than I’d expected. In fact, I couldn’t stop staring at his cock—slick with saliva and so hard the veins protruded.

“Jesus, his mouth is sweet.”

My hands went still, and David was temporarily forgotten. I lost my fucking mind at the sound of Nunzio’s voice scraping out low and throaty, his eyes closed and head tilted back just so. I only stopped staring when Nunzio bucked his hips forward hard enough for David to jolt.

I exhaled and knelt between David’s thighs again, tracing my tongue up the side of his dick before wrapping my fingers around the root. I sucked on the head, flicking my tongue along the slit, and started working his girth with my hand as I took him deeper into my mouth. David’s hips gave a stutter before flexing into a full-on, brutal face pounding, and I pumped and sucked to help edge him along.

My own erection was agonizingly hard. The feeling intensified every time I looked up to find Nunzio staring. He seemed transfixed, and that ratcheted up my pulse further.

“Shit, Michael, you suck dick like a pro.” Nunzio pulled back, his cock stiff and damp with spit. “I want to watch you fuck him,” he said.

I sat up on my knees, fly hanging open and jeans sliding down my hips like the request had been a command. My belt buckle hit bare flesh, and the cold scrape of it snapped me out of my daze.

“You want it?” I asked David.

I caressed his smooth, pale thighs, gliding up and down, before brushing his balls with my thumbs. I could hear things being knocked around in the side table that was still littered with empty shot glasses.

“Yeah,” David whispered. “We could take turns.”

The square of a condom smacked me in the chest.

Nunzio chuckled. “Nah. Sorry, champ. We’re not about that life. A little touchy, some huggy, but no fucky when it comes to Michael and me. Unless he’s feeling adventurous….”

“Shut up.” I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto my dick.

“Too bad,” David said. “You look good together.” He bent his legs at the knees, spreading them, and my balls tightened at the sight of his hole waiting and wanting.

“Too many clothes, Mikey.”

Nunzio’s voice came from behind me again. His hands hooked into the belt loops of my jeans and tugged them down all the way. He wrestled them off and forced me to relinquish my hold on David to free myself of shoes and pants. Nunzio squeezed my cheek to illustrate the a-little-touchy rule, and muttered something about my ass having been wasted on the ex. Then he reached around and slathered my dick with lube, teasing me with two pumps of his hand.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“You want this little twink’s ass, not my hand. Right?”

A faint, pathetic noise escaped me. I realized that I wanted both.

“He talks a lot,” David slurred.

“It’s part of the charm.” Nunzio gave the cheek he’d just squeezed a firm smack. The head of his own dick crested along my ass. “Rail this motherfucker while I jerk off on you.”

The abused curve of David’s mouth curled up into a dirty smile. I grabbed one of his hips, guided him up, and I slammed in with one smooth thrust.

“Oh shit,” David gasped. His back bowed, and his fingers clawed in the wreckage of Nunzio’s bed.

He was so tight that I released a sharp cry. It was too high, too desperate, and too close to a needy whine to belong to me. Nunzio made an appreciative noise in my ear, bit it, and rutted up against my ass like maybe he wanted to get in it after all. I pushed back on him and reached behind to grab his hamstring.

“Don’t tempt me, Michael,” Nunzio whispered. “Don’t fucking do it unless you want it.”

I ground back on him again, drunk and mindless, knowing only sensations and no logic as he humped my ass with more intent. My mind supplied images of him drilling into me, using me as I used David, and I pushed back harder.

“Oh fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Shh,” I breathed in a way that was likely not reassuring at all, and started a slow, rocking rhythm as David stared right up at me.

Between him and the surprising way Nunzio was turning me inside out with lust, this was a hell of a rebound.

I dipped my head forward, and slid my tongue between David’s parted lips while my hips went to work. We tongued each other until my breath caught in my chest, and I pulled away to lick a trickle of sweat from his temple. Everything about him felt so good that I couldn’t get enough, or so I thought until Nunzio yanked me back by a fistful of hair and I had to fight a sudden urge to kiss him too.

I turned my face as I slammed my hips forward, and Nunzio’s mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked lightly, and I knew his eyes were glued to the way my dick was stretching out David’s hole. I couldn’t rip my gaze from Nunzio’s rapt expression until David started getting loud enough to disturb the neighbors. I took it as a sign to give it to him harder.

It was a rough ride, but David took it all in, wrapping his hands under his knees and holding them up and back so I could angle deep. The pleading noises falling from his mouth should have been enough to enrapture me, but I really just wanted to encourage Nunzio to keep his hands on me. At one point he cupped my balls and my heart stopped, jump-starting only when he pulled away. Every touch of Nunzio’s hands on my body was a tease, and I wished I could see him jerking off.

“So hot,” he panted. I could feel the head of his dick gliding against my ass with each of his strokes. His free hand grasped my jaw as he spoke directly into my ear again, deep voice reverberating. “Give him that big dick, Michael, and make him fucking come.”

“
Fuck
.”

Heat sluiced through me, and when Nunzio’s fingers brushed my lips, I sucked them into my mouth in a fit of delirium. I blew the long digits like I’d have blown his cock.

“Jesus Christ.”

Nunzio’s voice broke on the last syllable, and his hips shifted, angling up with a low groan. The sudden burn of my ass being breached swept through my nerves. I shouted in surprise.

His cock slid home deep inside me, but the pain didn’t override my hunger for him. I lost my grip on David when Nunzio speared into me with two more delicious strokes. I wanted—needed—more, but he came on the next thrust, and the hot rush of his semen filled me.

David arched up, planting his hands on the mattress, and kissed me again. I tensed, bowstring tight, and fucked myself back on Nunzio before shoving my hips forward to impale David on my dick. Nunzio was still stiff and rooted in my ass, his breath guttering out when he reached around to jerk David with erratic twists of his wrist. Things got messy and tangled, hands and mouths everywhere and a cluster of three deep voices encouraging and groaning, until David came all over Nunzio’s hand and I busted so hard I lost the ability to breathe.

I listed forward, but a sticky hand held me in place.

“Sorry,” Nunzio muttered.

“’S okay.”

I pulled away and collapsed on the bed next to David. He rolled on his side, exhausted and sweat-covered, and curled against me like the spot under my chin was made just for him.

“Adorable.”

Despite the sarcasm oozing from his voice, Nunzio cozied up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He buried his nose in the nape of my neck, muttering another abashed apology, and I dozed off sandwiched by them both.

T
HE
ROOM
was burning hot. Why wasn’t the air conditioner on? I tried to shift on the sweat-soaked bed, but someone was crammed against my back and drooling down my neck. I knew the offender was Nunzio even with a timpani drum banging inside my head.

I slammed my elbow into his sternum with pissed-off, hungover lack of care that he might be in a similar state.

“Get offa me.”

He grunted and detached himself with an incomprehensible slurry of Italian swearwords. He rolled over, splayed out, and continued to take up the majority of the space.

Nunzio was definitely not cut out for sharing a bed.

The thought brought a realization to mind, and I jerked up too fast for the state of my stomach. I lunged for the side of the bed and crashed to the floor in a heap of limbs, just managing to grab the wastebasket before upchucking.

Nunzio peered down at me. “Ugh. You couldn’t make it to the toilet, bro?”

“Shut up.” When I stopped heaving, I leaned on the wall and shuddered.

Nunzio moved to the edge of the bed with the sheets pooled in his lap. The memory of him fucking into my ass while I sucked on his fingers wanted to leap to the forefront of my discombobulated brain, but I wouldn’t let it.

“Where’s that guy?”

“Made tracks as soon as the sun came up.” Nunzio stretched, yawning and arching his back with a ripple of flexing muscles. “He woke me up to lock the door behind him and wouldn’t look me in the eye. I think he was embarrassed that he got used. Or else he had morning-after shame because of a boyfriend.”

“So I’m guessing he didn’t leave a number.”

“No.” Nunzio stared at me like I’d sprouted another head. “What the fuck, did you think that was a date?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind railing his sweet ass again.” I groaned. “Help me up.”

Nunzio grasped my hands and pulled me to my feet, allowing me to slump against him.

“Oh God. Just kill me.”

“Nah. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

“No, seriously, just fucking kill me.”

Nunzio guided me to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then nudged me under the spray. I couldn’t even shoot him a grateful smile because I was too busy sliding down the tile and sprawling on the floor with the water beating down on me. I fumbled for the knob to reduce the temperature. The steam didn’t help the building pressure in my skull, but having the sweat washed off my body was worth it.

The night before returned unbidden. It had been like something out of a porno and easily the hottest sexual encounter of my adult life. It was weird that Nunzio had been part of it. Even though we’re both gay, we had never done anything beyond an awkward kiss in middle school. But there was no awkwardness now. He was treating me the same as always, despite me having invited his dick into my ass by grinding all up on him while sucking on his fingers like a whore.

I went from flaccid to semihard, but I didn’t make a move to touch myself. Ejaculating while half-dead and passing out in the shower wasn’t going to improve my situation at all. Even so, it took a lot of willpower to ignore—especially the mental images of him combined with David.

There was always the possibility that someone had only been attractive through a filter of alcohol and lust, but I distinctly recalled a tight, fit body, a fat ass, and the kind of mouth that had been engineered solely for giving head.

I wished I’d been awake to demand a number. Or for threesome round two. Maybe with Nunzio in me for longer.

“You all right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Nunzio slid back the shower door and poked his head in. “Have you even moved? It’s been like twenty minutes.”

“If I stand up, I’ll die.”

“Oh Jesus. You act like we ain’t never drunk before. I don’t know how you’re going to survive the summer partying with me in Italy if this is the best you got.”

“Suck my dick.”

He smiled wide, and I flipped him off. Nunzio just laughed.

T
WO
HOURS
after Nunzio had dumped me back into the bed and left me in his apartment to go be a functional human being, my brother showed up. He nearly kicked down the door after I ignored the first few knocks, and he pounded until I finally dragged my ass out of bed.