Wayward Son (22 page)

“Well, I’m heading out the pool,” he said. “Cory and Jimmy decided to be lazybones for a while, but I needed to get some exercise. See you later?”

“Sure.” Shaun’s expression softened. “If you need anything, gimme a holler. That’s what I’m here for.”

Mikey nodded and pushed off the counter before heading out the front door and to the right, where Cory had directed him. A tall white picket-style fence surrounded the pool area, and considering the resort’s clothing-optional polices, Mikey braced himself to get an eyeful.

When he pushed through the gate, though, he found he had the pool area to himself. The pool itself was actually two pools, one rectangular and painted with lanes for lap swimming and the other vaguely bean-shaped and clearly designed for lower levels of exertion. The lap section stood about a foot higher than the other side, and water spilled over the wall between them, which was narrow but wide enough to walk across. The soft sound of the rushing water filled the otherwise quiet air.

The decks surrounding the pool were made of multicolored stone, and lush greenery camouflaged the basic metal fence that stood within the taller fence, which clearly just provided privacy. Two-dozen lounge chairs sat spaced evenly around the pool’s perimeter, and Mikey headed for one next to the dividing point between the pool sections.

Even at not quite nine in the morning, the summer sun heated Mikey’s skin quickly. He dropped his towel on the chair he’d picked out and stripped out of his T-shirt before kicking off his flip-flops and padding to the water’s edge. Balancing carefully—a fall would be no way to start off his day—he walked out to the middle of the dividing wall and lowered himself to sit facing the curved side of the pool. Water cascaded down the backs of his legs, and he tipped his head back, closing his eyes against the bright sunshine.

It didn’t take long for the heat to become too much. Mikey slid off the wall and into the water, dipping below the surface briefly before popping back up and skimming his wet hair back off his face. He swam around a little, lazily, just stretching out his muscles. A few spots twinged—his ass was sore, and he could feel where fingertip bruises would probably show up on his hips—but those little pains just served as reminders of the previous night’s pleasures.

Cory and Jimmy had taken such good care of him. Twice now the three of them had had sex, and “explosive” was the mildest word Mikey would use to describe it. But it hadn’t been hot, kinky, three-way sex. The older men had been gentle, patient, easing Mikey into things, seducing him with words and kisses and soft, teasing touches. They hadn’t pressured him, but they hadn’t held back either.

So why couldn’t Mikey just relax and enjoy their attention?

He sighed and ducked underwater again, striking out along the length of the pool, but he couldn’t outrace his thoughts. Yes, Cory and Jimmy cared about him. They’d proven that. And yes, they accepted him for who he was. But he’d moved to Atlanta to take control of his life, get out from under his father’s shadow. If he let Cory and Jimmy take over running his life instead, then what was the point? He’d left everything behind to chase his dreams, but would any of that matter if he let his lovers take charge?

He needed to stand on his own two feet. He wasn’t going to become just another twink of the month or a kept boy to a couple of hot daddies.

He just hoped he could find the right middle ground in between because he was already getting attached. And letting go would get harder the longer he stayed.

M
IKEY
HEADED
back inside a little while later. The rising heat had gotten to him, and he’d been bored by himself. He liked some quiet and solitude, sure, but he liked being around people more.

Shaun was on the phone when Mikey came back through the lobby, so Mikey just waved and headed toward the walkway to Jimmy’s living space. He supposed it counted as a house, even though it was really only a couple of rooms and attached to the building that held the resort offices. Jimmy did own the whole place, after all.

Mikey heard low voices from the hallway when he slipped into the main living area. Cory and Jimmy must’ve woken up. He stepped out of his flip-flops and walked toward the bedroom door, but just before he got there, a sharply drawn breath and a soft moan stopped him in his tracks.

He didn’t know what to do. Cory and Jimmy had been a couple for years, and of course they had sex. But they’d brought Mikey here with them and they’d had him in their bed. Would he be welcome to join them now? Or had they sent him off to the pool so they’d have a chance to be alone together?

A raspy laugh interrupted his thoughts. “Come on in, honey,” Jimmy called. “We can see your shadow out there.”

God, Mikey hated his pale skin sometimes. He knew he’d be glowing red as a stoplight when he joined them. But it was too late to sneak away.

He peeked around the edge of the half-open door to find two sets of eyes on him. Cory lay on his back, head and shoulders propped up by a mound of pillows, and Jimmy crouched between his spread legs. Jimmy had one hand still wrapped around Cory’s erect cock, and from his posture it was pretty clear he’d been blowing Cory, or about to start blowing him, and had pulled away when Mikey appeared.

Cory held out a hand. “C’mon, babe,” he said. “The more the merrier.”

Mikey stepped fully into the room and pushed the door shut behind him. “I think….” His mind whirled. “Can I…. Is it okay if I watch?”

After his initial hesitation, the question poured out of him so quickly he didn’t know if the words were clear, but Cory and Jimmy understood. “Sure thing,” Jimmy said. He nodded to the overstuffed chair against the wall. “Get comfy. Feel free to move it in closer if you like.”

Cory made a grumbling sound in his throat. “Rather have your sweet self over here.”

Mikey gave a shaky smile. “I just… I need to see you. The two of you, I mean. I can’t explain it. I….” Words failed him, but something in his gut told him he had to do this.

The expression on Cory’s face softened. “All right. You just sit back and enjoy the show.”

They waited until Mikey settled into the chair, his legs curled under him and his hands twisted together in his lap. His body hummed with arousal and his dick throbbed, but he did his best to ignore that and concentrated on the men in front of him.

Jimmy shifted higher on the bed, sliding up to straddle Cory’s larger body. He lifted Cory’s hands to rest on the pillows on either side of his head. “Leave those right here,” he murmured, and then he bent to kiss Cory.

He pressed their mouths together, lingering, but then drew back and teased Cory’s tongue out to tangle with his in the space between them. Jimmy tilted his shoulder back and away, leaving Mikey a clearer view of their kiss, and Mikey flushed again at the thought that Jimmy would put on a show for him. He’d never seen any of Jimmy’s films from his porn days; his viewing had been limited to more recent releases. But the way Jimmy moved, careful not to block Mikey’s view, made it clear he knew what he was doing.

Jimmy knew how to touch Cory too. That was obvious from the way he licked his way down from Cory’s mouth to suck at his Adam’s apple and then nibble along his collarbone. Cory moaned and writhed under the attention, and when Jimmy bent farther to latch on to one of Cory’s hard nipples, Mikey almost felt the touch.

Then Cory turned his head to meet Mikey’s gaze, and just that one look drew him into their lovemaking. It didn’t matter that he was four feet away. He felt as if he were in the bed with them, touching them both, being touched by them. When Jimmy lowered his head and sucked the tip of Cory’s cock into his mouth, Mikey gasped, breathing in Cory’s pleasure, swallowing down every moan and gasp.

Mikey curled his fingers into the arms of the chair, panting as he watched his lovers together. Jimmy worked over Cory’s cock with infinite patience, going from slow, lingering licks to quick, hard sucks. Cory had a death grip on the pillow under his head, clinging with both hands, and he moved his legs restlessly on the mattress. Jimmy had one hand around the base of Cory’s cock again, and his other hand disappeared as he reached between Cory’s legs. Mikey didn’t know exactly what he was touching, balls or taint or ass, but he imagined all of them, and his body reacted almost as if he were in Cory’s place.

Desire flooded through Mikey, an intense need to climb out of his chair and into the bed, but he held himself back. He watched Jimmy adjust his position and then take Cory all the way down, lips stretched tight around the thick shaft. Cory couldn’t hold back any longer and brought his hands down to cup Jimmy’s head.

“God,” Cory gasped. “So fucking good.”

Mikey agreed. He could hardly keep his eyes open, so on edge that a single touch anywhere on his body might set him off, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the men moving together in front of him. He’d watched plenty of porn, especially when he first started to come out, but this was nothing like any of that. Maybe if Cory and Jimmy had been random strangers… but they weren’t. They were his friends, his lovers, and they were touching each other not only for their own pleasure but for Mikey’s as well. They wanted to give him what he wanted. Wanted to help him.

Wanted him.

Something inside Mikey shuddered open, and he understood what Cory and Jimmy had been trying so hard to tell him. He’d been waiting for the bubble around Cory and Jimmy to burst, to open up and let him in, but without his realizing it, their bubble had just expanded to include him. They hadn’t lost anything. This wasn’t about any of them getting less of anything. It was about all of them getting more. More time. More caring. More touch. More everything.

Going from a couple to a threesome didn’t mean getting smaller slices of the pie. It just meant a bigger pie.

Cory groaned again, snapping Mikey’s attention back to the sensual scene being played out on the bed across from him. Automatically, as if his body had taken over control from his brain, Mikey unfolded himself from his seat and undressed. He never took his eyes off the bed, never looked away from what his lovers were doing to each other, and once he was naked, he moved to the edge of the bed.

Cory and Jimmy turned to him at the same moment, Jimmy sliding his mouth free of Cory’s dick, which glistened in the low light from Jimmy’s saliva.

Jimmy grinned up at Mikey. “You ready to join the party now, honey?”

Without speaking, Mikey bent his head to kiss Jimmy, slipping his tongue inside to taste Cory’s precome mixed with Jimmy’s own flavor. Jimmy surrendered to the kiss, letting Mikey explore until Mikey started to pull away, and Jimmy put a hand to Mikey’s face and drew him back in. When Jimmy finally let him go, Mikey turned immediately to Cory and brought their mouths together to give him the same treatment, a slow, lingering exploration with tongues and lips.

Mikey wished he could kiss them like this at the same time. Sure, they could manage a three-way kiss, but it wouldn’t be like this, deep and soulful. Mikey broke off his kiss with Cory with a great deal of reluctance, but he’d hardly gotten started with what he wanted to do to them. With them.

“I want you both.” The words spilled out of him, and though a part of him shied away from the idea, anticipating pain, he still wanted it. He wanted both his lovers inside him, opening him up, making the three of them one. He didn’t know if he could handle it, but God, did he ever want to try.

Jimmy chuckled next to his ear, warm breath sending another shiver through his overstimulated body. “I think maybe another time for that,” Jimmy murmured. “You can take us both another way this time.”

Shaking with desire, Mikey let Jimmy move him onto the bed and position him until he was on hands and knees, straddling Cory’s legs with his face inches from Cory’s hard dick.

“You take care of him for a minute,” Jimmy said, “while I take care of you.”

Cory gave Mikey a soft smile and a nod, and Mikey smiled back before he settled in to make Cory feel awesome. His experience at blow jobs might be limited, but he’d always been a fast learner, and besides, he’d just gotten a master class from Jimmy. He was just getting into a groove, paying close attention to Cory’s reactions, when Jimmy slid a finger between his asscheeks, and Mikey yelped around his mouthful.

“Watch the teeth.” The sound of laughter that nearly always came with Jimmy’s voice helped Mikey relax and focus back on Cory while Jimmy worked him open. This, he could handle. Jimmy’s fingers, wet with lube, felt amazing, even when he got three inside and stretched him wide. He stayed back there so long that finally Mikey yanked his mouth up.

“Oh my God.” He growled out the words in a voice that sounded nothing like his usual self. “Would you
put it in me
?”

He dived back down onto Cory’s cock and went to work again, ready to beg for more if Jimmy didn’t get on with it, but he’d apparently gotten his point across. He heard the tear of a wrapper and a few moments later felt the broad head of Jimmy’s dick pressing against his hole. Mikey moaned deep in his throat as Jimmy worked himself deeper, and Cory echoed the sound, bringing his hand up to cup the back of Mikey’s head.

“God, you’ve got a great mouth.” Cory scratched his fingernails lightly against Mikey’s scalp and ran his other hand over Mikey’s shoulder. “Wish you could suck me and kiss me at the same time.”

God. Mikey wished he could too, almost as much as he wished he could kiss them both at once. But Cory’s cock felt so good in his mouth, the salty skin sliding like silk across his tongue, so Mikey sucked harder, wanting to taste him more. Wanting to taste everything.

Jimmy shifted behind him, and the move changed his angle so that he felt simultaneously thicker and deeper inside. Mikey moaned and pushed his hips back, and Jimmy let out a low chuckle. He leaned in close, and his warm breath washed over Mikey’s ear.

“Hang on tight, baby,” he drawled. “’Cause this is about to be a bumpy ride.”