A Naughty Nibbles Story…
When Toby’s plan to satisfy his exhibitionist streak goes awry, he isn’t sure whether to roll with the flow or run away. However, staying and becoming the focal point of not one but two men’s desire certainly has its rewards.
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AFTER SUNSET
Amanda Young
Toby sauntered into the park and headed for the wooded area toward the back. Nervous sweat matted a white tank top to his back and sides, making the thin material stick to him like a second skin. The full moon peeked from between gauzy clouds, staring down at him like a randy voyeur with his pants around his ankles and one hand already tugging on his prick. It was going to be a damn good night. He could feel it in his bones.
Following along the paved trail, he ignored the deserted swing sets and slides and continued on, keeping an eye out for the things that went bump in the night. Up ahead and a little to his right loomed a white cement building that housed the public restrooms; a picturesque reminder of all the fucks and sucks he’d swindled in days gone by. Although he knew he could score some easy ass within those four walls, a sloppy blow at the very least, he’d grown a little choosier about his partners these days.
“Psst. Hey, mister. Over here, mister.”
A grin spread across Toby’s face as he slowed to a stop and looked around. He knew that voice. It was the one he’d been waiting for. Anticipation sped his pulse and fed a steady supply of blood to the cock rapidly hardening against his fly. He sped up his pace as he reached down and adjusted himself to keep his zipper from biting into his dick. Free-balling could be a pain when he was trapped inside the snug denim, but it saved crucial seconds when time was of the essence. There wasn’t time to dillydally with underwear when you were fucking around in public.
Toby kept to the path, though it grew dimmer with every step. The voice had sounded like it was coming from up ahead instead of off in the bordering trees. He rounded a bend in the walkway, traveling beyond the reach of the illumination behind him.
A hand shot out of the murky darkness and latched onto Toby’s forearm. He jumped but quickly masked his surprise behind a casual mien of indifference, allowing himself be tugged off the path and into the wooded area beyond. With every step, adrenaline spiked his blood and made his heart race in both excitement and apprehension. The same rush of mixed emotions always bombarded him when he came out on nights like this—which was probably why he kept doing it. There was nothing like those first few seconds of uncertainty to get his dick hard and his pulse thundering. He fucking loved it.
A stray beam of moonlight revealed a quick peek at the man in front of him. Loose golden curls topped the head of a man several inches shorter than Toby’s own six feet, three inches. Although the guy appeared slim in the black T-shirt and jeans he wore, his hair-roughened forearms were corded with sinew, hinting at the muscle beneath the clothes. The brief glimpse of a bulge beneath the man’s fly made Toby’s mouth water for a taste. He wasn’t too proud to drop to his knees in the dirt and blow the man’s mind right out of the top of his head if given the chance.
He wasn’t offered an option as he was dragged behind a tall oak tree and pushed back against the rough bark. The man crowded up against Toby, using his weight to pin Toby between a firm, hard body and the immovable tree.
“Jesus…” Toby said, wiggling against the stiff bark. “You would have scared the piss out of me if I hadn’t gotten your message to meet you here after sunset.”
The distance between them narrowed as the shorter man stretched upward, his mouth hovering centimeters away from Toby’s. “It’s about damn time you got here, lover. I was starting to think you would chicken out.”
“Who, me?” Toby grinned in the darkness. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was hell.”
“You can make it up to me.” The scent of peppermint floated on Billy’s breath as he pressed his lips to Toby’s in a quick, smacking kiss and then backed away. “Take your cock out and show it to me.”
“Yes, sir.” Toby stepped away from the tree, already lowering his hands to his zipper. He unfastened his pants and yanked the denim flaps apart, hasty to do as his lover asked. He reached within and pulled his cock out. The night air caressed his flesh in welcome.
“Very nice,” Billy drawled in his slow southern accent. “Now turn around.”
Toby shivered in excitement. He faced the tree and waited, anxious to see what Billy would do next.
Billy stepped between the tree and Toby, braced his back against the trunk, and knelt. He gripped Toby’s hips, digging his fingers into Toby’s flesh, and leaned forward to rub his cheek against Toby’s cock. Prickly stubble abraded Toby’s shaft, up one side and down the other.
Toby palmed Billy’s scalp and carded his fingers through his lover’s hair. “Come on, Billy. Quit teasing. Suck me before someone comes through here.”
“Calm down. Everything’s going to be all right. Besides, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, let’s see it.”
Billy nuzzled Toby’s crotch and flicked his tongue over the fat crown of Toby’s cock. Wet heat bathed the tip and teased the slit and tender depression beneath. Billy wrapped his fist around the base of Toby’s cock and squeezed as he screwed his mouth down the length of Toby’s thick shaft.
“Oh, hell yeah. That’s it, baby. Swallow it all.” Toby’s eye fell closed, a riot of pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. Unaided and forgotten, his jeans slid down his ass and puddled around his ankles.
Billy sneaked his free hand between Toby’s thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand. Toby swallowed a ragged moan. After years of being together, Billy knew just the right places to apply pressure, the most sensitive spots to lick.
Toby dragged air infused with earth and pine needles into his lungs and tried not to come right away. It was damn hard when just being outside, where anyone could catch Billy sucking him off, turned him on like nothing else. After five years together, they’d only recently begun exploring their shared kink of exhibitionism. Since they were both geared toward taking pleasure in the threat of being caught rather than the act of being watched, their trysts were both varied and rushed. Nevertheless, the risky encounters fueled their libidos and kept them fucking like bunnies between outings.
The sounds of leaves crunching warned Toby of someone approaching long before he felt the presence of another behind him. A glance over his shoulder revealed the bulky outline of a man standing a few feet away. He tightened his hands on Billy’s head, trying to gain his lover’s attention without drawing awareness to his actions. Whoever the man was, he obviously wasn’t the law, or he would have said something by now. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t some freak who was going to roll them for being gay and fornicating in the woods.
“Psst…Billy…there’s a guy behind us…”
If anything, Billy sucked harder in response to Toby’s warning.
What the hell? Was this what Billy was talking about when he’d said he had a surprise in store for Toby? They’d talked about having a threesome but hadn’t ever decided anything concrete about it.
If Billy had taken it upon himself to arrange for another man to join them, Toby sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. He loved the idea of being spit roasted between Billy’s sucking mouth and a long, fat cock in his ass. Being outdoors when it went down made the whole thing feel even more sordid, which pushed all his buttons in a major way.
Although he wondered who the man was, and hoped Billy hadn’t chosen someone they were close friends with, Toby decided to go with the flow. Far be it from him to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The third man approached from behind and sidled up close against Toby’s back. A shiver raced down Toby’s spine in spite of the heat at his backside. He pushed his ass back toward the man as a hard hand gripped his right hip and dug into his skin. The crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn open broke the silence. The man behind him spit, and cool liquid slid down Toby’s crease.
Toby resisted turning to glance back over his shoulder. Part of the fun lay in the suspense of not knowing what was happening—or with whom.
A blunt object ran through his crack. “Tell me you want it,” a deep, unfamiliar voice whispered in Toby’s ear, “and I’ll give you every hard, fat inch.”
Billy looked up, his mouth stretched wide around Toby’s dick. He blinked twice—their signal for yes, when either of their mouths were occupied by an erection or gag—and bowed his head to resume sucking on Toby’s dick.
What the hell, Toby thought. I’m only going to live once. “Do it. Fuck me.”
Billy groaned around Toby’s cock, his mouth vibrating around Toby’s shaft. He then sucked faster, bobbing his head up and down in rhythm with the tight fist pumping Toby’s shaft.
The meaty fingers biting into Toby’s hips tightened almost to the point of pain and the blunt pressure against Toby’s hole increased. He gritted his teeth, knowing the initial sting of penetration would fade. Seeing as how Billy wasn’t interested in topping, it had been ages since Toby was on the receiving end of a cock.
One thick inch after another invaded his back passage, stretching his asshole until it burned. He inhaled, one deep breath after another. Finally, when Toby was almost sure he’d have to tell the man to back off, bristly pubes brushed against the tender flesh of his ass and made him realize the man was all the way in.
A heartbeat passed as his body slowly accommodated the monster lodged in his ass. Before he could get completely adjusted, the man behind him began to withdraw. He only pulled out partway before shoving home with more force than earlier, rocking Toby forward into Billy.
Billy let go of Toby’s balls and gripped his thigh for balance, never stalling in his attention to Toby’s cock. He kept moving, licking and sucking, his hand pumping up and down Toby’s length.
The man fucking Toby’s ass picked up his pace, lunging in and out with long, deep strokes that pinged Toby’s sweet spot and made him grit his teeth against the tingling in his balls. Every stroke propelled Toby forward, his dick sliding through Billy’s sweet lips time and again.
They’d barely gotten started, but Toby was already hanging right on the edge of release, so close he could taste it. His taint tingled and his sac pulled taut against his groin preparation for liftoff. “Oh, fuck…gonna come…can’t hold it.”
His release hit him strong and fast, turning his knees to butter. His load flooded up his shaft and spilled into Billy’s sweet mouth, while he gritted his teeth and shook through an orgasm so powerful it neared the point of pain. His ass clenched around the dick buried inside him, holding on tight as he finished coming. Billy’s lips gentled, taking every drop Toby had to give while searching for more.
The man fucking Toby cursed and shoved in deep, grinding himself against Toby’s ass, then stilled. “Fuck, yes. Coming right up your ass, slut.”
Toby’s back stiffened at the slur. Below him, Billy cried out and released Toby’s cock. Toby bent forward, dislodging the cock from his ass, and cupped his lover’s cheeks. He kissed Billy while the younger man jacked himself to completion all over the leaf-strewn ground. Billy whimpered into Toby’s mouth, his tongue lazily dueling with Toby’s as he finished coming.
Toby dragged himself away from Billy’s mouth and straightened. He turned to thank the man who’d fucked him and found only trees behind him. He glanced at Billy as his lover struggled to his feet. “Who was that guy?”
Bill burst out laughing. “Christ, Toby, I don’t know who he was. I thought you set that up.”
“No, I—” Toby snapped his mouth shut and stared at his lover, at a loss for words.
“Fuck.” Billy grabbed Toby’s hand and gave it a tug. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Hand in hand, they hurried out of the woods and back down the path to safety. They didn’t stop until they were inside Toby’s car.
By the time he had the car started and the heater running, Toby’d had time to find the humor in the situation. He couldn’t believe he’d just let some stranger fuck him, but he had to admit it was hot. He’d come like gangbusters. He glanced at Billy across the console and found his lover’s face tinged green from the light shinning on him from the dash. “I cannot believe we just did that.”
“It was good, though, right?” Billy grinned and squeezed Toby’s thigh. “Just wait until you find out what I have planned for next Saturday.”
Amanda Young
Amanda Young is a multi-published erotic romance author. Since she tends to write whatever strikes her whimsy, all of her novels fall into various subgenres. Among her many available titles you’ll find contemporary and paranormal settings, gay and straight themes alike. You never know what merry adventure her evil muse will devise next.
To learn more about Amanda, please visit her website: www.AmandaYoung.org.