Discovering Dalton(70)

Troy and Liam had plenty of experience with men, but they knew, or hopefully they remembered what it was like when they first stepped into the wonderful world of sex, and recalled how nervous they felt. If Liam actually could feel nervous about anything, that is.

Dalton turned to Liam, brown eyes searching his and reading his mind before smiling softly.

“I'm going to be right here with you all the way.”

Dalton nodded, happy and concerned about that. Yes, it was good to have someone experienced with him, but that person being so close and being someone who Dalton wanted desperately could be bad. He’d hate to come quickly. That was his biggest fear. It seemed an even bigger issue with two men. They knew what it was like though, they went through everything he did, worked in the same way, had the same moving parts. They all connected so well. Liam read his mind already, saw what his body wanted and gave it to him. Tonight, or any night, would be no different. It was only going to get better and better.

“Don’t be nervous, Dee.” Liam sucked on his bottom lip, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Liam’s rough hands circling his chest, Troy’s mouth soon making an appearance and kissing his neck. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. You can’t do anything wrong. There’s no right or wrong here. It’s all about us finding out how this works. You're not the only one who’s new to this. We’ve never shared ourselves this way either, and we’ve never been this intimate in bed with each other.”

Dalton knew this, but hearing it again helped him release the tension he was carrying and kiss Liam back, running his hand up Troy’s chest and around his neck before he parted contact with Liam and moved to Troy’s mouth. Their lips were soon sliding together, Dalton conscious how different they both felt against him, but so similar at the same time.

With a deep breath, he laid back on the pillow and smiled, eyes already hazy and a little breathless with the excitement filling him. “I want you both so much.”

“We want you, Dalton.” Troy slid his leg over Dalton’s, kissing his chest before taking a stiff nipple in his mouth and sucking, playing with the tender skin in his teeth before flicking his tongue over it.

Just that was enough to make Dalton go cross-eyed, but Liam’s calloused hand was working up his thigh, spreading tender touches over his balls and rigid cock. It made him thrust his hips upwards, groaning when those big fingers stopped their movements.

Troy smiled when Dalton complained through low huffs, but there was a reason for Liam’s no contact and that reason was important. Lube and condoms were in his hand when he turned back, discarding the condoms on the bedside cabinet but laying the lube on Dalton’s chest.

“That’s an important part of your sex life for now.” Liam grinned at him before he planted another firm kiss on his mouth. “Later, much later for you, but with Troy I'm guessing lube isn’t a necessity every time, right?”

Troy shrugged as he sucked Dalton’s nipple. “Depends on how things go leading up to that moment.” He smirked, then guided Dalton’s hand to his long cock standing against his stomach. “Saliva is good for a lot of things, but like everything, it depends on how I feel. Sometimes I like to be slippery and wet, sometimes I like it hot and rough.”

Dalton was trying not to feel so bewildered by the moment, but it must have shown because Liam nudged Troy a little and he shuffled backwards. Liam was running a hand down his body to Dalton’s cock, spreading soft kisses over his neck and shoulder as he rolled Dalton onto his side, now facing Troy who was watching them.

Once he’d got Dalton where he should be, he lifted Troy’s leg, placing it on Dalton’s hip. Once there, they kissed, all three pressed up together, Dalton caged in between their bodies, both of them grinding into him, kissing, sucking, touching—it was already causing his cock to leak and he had to pull of Troy’s lips and take a moment.

Liam used that moment to take his hand, squeezing the jelly-like lube onto his finger. “Rub them together, like this.” He rolled his own fingers and Dalton copied. “Warm it up a bit, that’s also important.”

Troy chuckled. “I agree.”

Dalton liked the feeling of the highly slippery substance on his fingers and looked at his fingertips gleaming in the low light before wondering what he was supposed to do with them. Liam guided his hand between Troy’s thighs, finding his ass cheeks open and exposed for his touch in the position. Dalton’s breath hitched in his chest when he felt the soft, warm skin under his cooler fingers. Neither of them could see what they were doing, but Liam’s experience showed, and Dalton let his hand be guided over Troy’s body, sliding over his tight opening. Each time he passed, Troy bit his lip, his cock leaking precum over Dalton’s thigh.

“Kiss him,” Liam whispered gently against Dalton’s neck.

Dalton felt like he needed every bit of attention on what his hand was doing. He was sure he needed a notepad and a pen to jot this down, but then Troy caught his mouth and everything evaporated again. Once they connected, Dalton let go of his worries, continuing the gentle caressing of Troy’s body even when Liam removed his hand.

With Troy now slick, Dalton added more pressure, wanting to feel and explore his body. He knew he couldn’t just rush into an arse. Failed attempts at anal sex with Kelly showed him that, but he’d never spent this level of time with her, never thought it sexual, just boring prep which he had to get out of the way. Which is probably why every time they’d attempted it, they’d got half his cock inside and then had to stop.

Liam’s hand was back with his as he watched them both. Dalton felt he should be taking more notice of Troy’s body, he should be learning how Troy’s breathing changed, how his body relaxed, but it was all so new and his mind was overwhelmed with the desire pulsing from his cock.

Liam seemed to notice what Troy was doing, though, because he was softly telling Dalton to push inside him. “Nice and slow. Wet him inside with shallow touches at first. When you can read each other better, you’ll see when he’s ready. Watch him, see how he wants it, when he’s ready for more.”

Dalton stopped breathing when a fingertip entered Troy’s body. Troy moaned and it encouraged Dalton to push in deeper, half of his finger moving in and out of him before Liam whispered he could add another. With two, Dalton felt that tight heat more and he looked into Troy’s excited green eyes, feeling him stretch open for him. A couple of movements and Troy’s breathing quickened, clasping Dalton with tight hands as he threw his head back, moaning in that low, sexy way which both Liam and Dalton loved.

“You need another, or do you like it this way?” The question reminded Dalton Liam didn’t know how to read this part of Troy either.

Troy took Dalton’s cock in his fist, working it loosely as he smiled. “I like it like this. I'm ready. I want to feel you pushing into me.”

Liam chuckled softly. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Troy pushed Dalton backwards, Liam huffing as he kneeled up out of the way. “I also like it on top.”

Liam watched as Troy straddled Dalton’s thighs, still running a loose fist over his aching cock, and Dalton felt too close to coming from all the attention. Luckily, his nerves sort of balanced it out and he was kept under control, because the thought of Troy riding him, feeling that tight, slick, hot heat which he’d been teased with—it was going to blow his mind.

“This way—” Troy spread his thighs wider, leaning over Dalton and bracing himself on the headboard. “—you both get involved.” He winked at Liam, nodding his head behind him. “Get behind me and guide him into my arse. I want to feel you both around me while I ride him.”

Liam held his impressive erection as he shuffled closer to Troy, edging his big body around the mattress so he was positioned directly behind Troy. Dalton cried out when Liam touched his desperate length, the condom rolling teasingly slow down him before cool gel was applied.

Troy chuckled, kissing him sweetly. “You ready for me to pop your cherry, Dalton?”

“More than ready.” Dalton grinned upwards, kissing him before Troy rolled his hips, his slick arse cheeks riding Dalton’s cock. “Fuck!”

“Hmm, someone’s ready for more, huh?”

“Yes!” Dalton called out loudly, but Liam had his cock in his firm grip and he could feel Troy rocking over him, feeling his tight hole begging for Dalton’s cock as Troy bounced over his swollen shaft.

When Troy sat back, Liam still guiding his cock, he tensed. Liam was moaning, telling Troy how good he looked spreading open for Dalton’s cock, asking how it felt to finally get it inside him. The words, the heavy atmosphere, it elevated Dalton’s passion to a level so high, he felt he’d reached a breaking point. Right then, Liam’s fist tightened around the base of his cock, giving him much needed relief and allowing him to stop his balls from rising any further.

Troy eased up and down, taking his cock in short, shallow movements, bracing himself above Dalton. It was then they looked into the other’s eyes, the passion, the lust, the need, it all was overpowered by something deeper, something more intense than what his body was experiencing. It was that connection, that buzzing, that heat which filled his chest and stopped Dalton from breathing.