"What do you mean?" asked Scott suspiciously. Gil, however, smiled, obviously relieved at Taylor's positive reaction. "T-Taylor," Scott stuttered, "will you please tell me what happened?" his eyes looked, at the moment, innocent, and even showed traces of hurt. They pleaded with Taylor to not tell him what had really gone on.
"Scott," he sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him and feeling remarkably calm. "One hour ago, I was exactly where you are," he gritted his teeth, continuing, "with Gil."
Scott looked shocked for a moment, then hurt, then his face flooded with an expression of relief as he realized what this entailed. He swallowed, still a bit nervous at having been caught literally with his pants down. "Does this mean that all this is okay?"
Gil looked to him, then at Taylor, wilently echoing the question.
"Yes," said Taylor, determinedly. Although Scott had been unfaithful and it hurt him, he decided that it was alright. He had done the exact same thing, and Gil had been a complete stranger. He couldn't be upset at Scott. As long as it was all in fun, he decided, there was no harm in it.
Gil smiled widely at Taylor, glad that he wasn't ruining any relationships. The two made eye contact and Gil nodded towards Scott's still stiff member, which was begging for attention. Without a word, Taylor shrugged off his shirt, which, comically, had been buttoned incorrectly in the haze of his post-orgasmic state. He crawled around and balanced himself with his palms on either side of Scott's head, and he trapped him in a quick, but nonetheless probing, kiss. Scott's kiss back was hungry and desperate, anticipating with urgency what sensations would come and bring him to release.
His fingers barely grazing Scott's tender flesh, Taylor stroked his chest, pausing to caress with a fingertip an erect pink brown nipple and invoking a shiver. Gil watched the two of them, caught up for a second in how the two before him were so blatantly in love. For him, it was all in fun. For them... He sighed, and wondered if he too would ever meet his real match.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Gil crouched over between Scott's knees and softly stroked the other boy's engorged penis before taking it into his fist and jacking it off quickly and expertly. Scott suddenly pulled away from Taylor and began gasping and moaning, his chest heaving with the sudden bolts of pleasure Gil was creating.
Taylor looked down at Scott adoringly. He was beautiful, a film of passion sweat resting on his bare skin, the tightened muscles in his stomach clenching with anticipation. He wanted nothing more than for Scott to be happy, he thought, pushing the lingering emotional pain of being cheated on away. Scott's happy. That's all that matters.
Taylor leaned in easily and took one of Scott's pert nipples into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, sighing with contentment at the response.
"Oh God.. Tay," moaned Scott, tangling his fingers in Taylor's warm blonde locks. He lay there, writhing in ecstasy, knowing he was close to his peak. Gil's silky hair absently made contact with Scott's full, pink balls and it was all he needed. Uttering a hoarse shout for joy, Scott thrust his hips against Gil's quickly moving hand, creating the further, perfect friction to milk himself of all his seed. The pure, electric, sexual energy that flooded his veins almost seemed to freeze him in time, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he stared at the ceiling while he came down off the heights of his orgasm.
Gil's hand, now covered in the sticky fluid stopped moving after a few moments. He looked at the slick white substance and closed his eyes, smelling it. His tongue took a long, tasting lick of it, and he decided the salty substance wasn't bad. Unexpectedly, Taylor kissed him, his tongue searching for traces of Scott's flavor. He ran the tip of his tongue across Gil's teeth.
Scott sat up, recovered, and joined Taylor and Gil in a bizarre, searching triple kiss. They stayed like this, caught up in the moment, not wanting to break the curious spell cast there. Gil finally broke from them, and caught Scott's lips with his, momentarily abandoned Taylor.
Taylor, after observing them for a moment, guided Scott's shoulders back onto the bedspread, attempting not to break their passionate reverie. Once horizontal again, Scott tried to sit up, to repay Gil and Taylor, but Taylor firmly pushed him back against the bed. Turning his attention back to Gil, Taylor touched the underside of his chin, gently lifting it up to meet his mouth. Taylor ravaged Gil's soft pink lips with his own and ran his palms up Gil's muscular sides, to his shoulders, and finally moved to cup his cheeks.
Gil stopped, and resting his forehead against Taylors, they locked eyes, and to Scott, watching his lover and old flame making out and stroking himself, they seemed to exchange words without sound. Gil slid off the bed, and pulled from a large duffle bag a scarf. The thin, transparent material seemed to float in his grasp, but was surprisingly strong, Scott discovered, when he felt the smooth fabric being slipped about his wrists.
"What are you doing?" Scott inquired, almost naively.
"Tying you," muttered Gil, as though the answer should have been obvious.
"Why?"
"Do you trust me?" Taylor interrupted them.
"Yes, you know I do. I love you," Scott whispered back.
"Trust me now," was Taylor's response, speaking for both he and Gil.
Gil nodded his agreement and returned to Scott, running his tongue in slick trails from Scott's lightly rippling abs up to his neck, and to the tender softness under his ear. Scott's breath caught in his throat, as he felt another tongue, another pair of busy lips raining small, fluttering kisses on the delicate inside of his thigh.
"Sshh," urged Gil. "Close your eyes. Just feel," he spoke softly, lowly, almost growling, but with a distinct tender fondness in his voice.
Scott obeyed without question, and tried to suppress the moans building in his throat. Long, silken hair brushed his stomach, tickling him slightly. He sensed Gil shifting above him, and suddenly felt a new sensation. Rough fingers, dusted with the callouses of guitar strings, touched his nipple and pinched a bit, mingling Scott' spain and pleasure. He didn't want any of it to stop, but the attention Taylor was lavishing elsewhere was making it difficult to postpone his inevitable explosion.
Taylor had taken to cupping and rolling Scott's balls gently in the palm of one hand, while with the other, he kneaded the base of Scott's cock. His soft lips planted little kisses at Scott's head and every so often, he would lick Scott's sticky precum off his lips, all the while keeping close enough so that Scott would feel Taylor's tongue snaking out for a taste when he did so.
He moaned as Gil's lips abandoned his neck, and felt the weight shift next to him on the bed. He cracked his eyes open just long enough to see Gil move towards Taylor, his head dipping down to brush his lips against the other boy's flushed cheek. His body arched with a jolt of pleasure as Taylor responded to Gil's attention by barely moving his mouth from Scott, just enough to let Gil's tongue entwine with his, all the while making contact with Scott's hot flesh.
The way the two tongues danced and glided against his skin nearly drove Scott up the sexual ecstasy wall. He couldn't take it. It was too much against his over-sensitive, recovering organ.
"Stop-" he managed to cry out.
Gil and Taylor both halted immediately and looked to him to see what was wrong. "Are you okay?" asked Taylor, concerned.
"I- I can't..." Scott shrugged helplessly. "It's too soon," he finally managed to explain. "I need to rest a bit."
Gil nodded sympathetically, before sliding his tongue up Taylor's neck. Taylor closed his eyes instinctfully and leaned his head back, his hair just barely tickling his shoulder blades. He twisted his fingers around and into Scott's and gripped his hand tightly. Scott squeezed his hand back from its stationary post, tied to the headboard.
Taylor, his eyes closed, could feel Gil slipping his hands up from his hips where they had been moments before, up his sides and finally to his shoulders. He felt himself being guided down onto the bed, and his head being gently rested on a warm breathing body. He didn't need to open his eyes to know it was Scott and that he was in for another treat from the beautiful boy called Gil.
Gil looked at the placid, relaxed expression on Taylor's face, and the watchful, slightly voyeuristic, curious one on Scott's. He leaned forward and kissed Taylor roughly, urging him to open his mouth, using his tongue. Mischievously, his fingers found the inside of Taylor's smooth thighs and he took a moment, teasing him by inching his fingers ever closer and closet to Taylor's hot sex and then moving back down to begin their journey all over again.
Scott watched, fascinated. His hand still holding Taylor's, he stroked Taylor's palm with his thumb and carefully observed the blonde boy atop him, whose face was contorted in ecstasy. He moaned a little, the sheer intensity of Taylor's euphoria overwhelming him as well.
Gil peered up at him from behind the sheer curtain of blonde wisps and smiled. He decided against teasing Taylor too much further and took the head of Taylor's swolled manhood into his mouth. Taylor gasped sharply, and instinctively grabbed Gil's head and pulled him closer. Gil gagged a moment on the sudden instrustion, his eyes tearing up a bit, but quickly recovered. He started to gently suck the other boy.
Meanwhile, Scott tugged helplessly at his restraints. He wanted to participate in this too. He slid his tied wrists back and forth across the bar of the headboard, trying in vain to get it to loosen. Ah, he thought proudly, as the knot slid loose. Within a few seconds, one wrist was free, and he tried to free the other without attracting too much attention. Feeling the heat that Taylor's lithe body was eminating, he softly slid his arms around Taylor's head in a small embrace.
Taylor hardly seemed to notice that Scott had untied himself, and it was a small wonder. He had other things more pressing on his mind. Gil had continued his oral exploration of Taylor's nether regions, and it was getting to be more than enough for Taylor.
A low, muted, almost indistinguishable sound was heard. Gil looked up, trying to find the source. His eyes took in Scott holding Taylor's head lovingly, quietly staring down at his lover, whose eyes were squeezed shut tightly in concentration. His cheeks were flushed, his pink lips hanging partially open and taking in air in quick gasping breaths. His long pianist's fingers were entertwined with Scott's, and he seemed barely aware of it. It was beautiful.
A bright, shining smile slipped across Gil's face. He returned to his task with gusto, almost giddy, forgetting the strange sound for now. He bobbed his head up and down on Taylor's stiff rod and sucked, fairly hard. He heard the sound again. He looked up more quickly this time, and kne what it was. Taylor was growling, a low, sexy murmur. He picked up a little more volume, and it was such the turn-on for Gil. His breathing rate increased and his heart pounded in his chest.
Taylor's skin was soft and sweet in Gil's mouth, and the precum oozing out of the slit was saslty but nonetheless pleasing to taste. Taylor's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the building in his abdomen and he clutched Scott's hand tightly. Scott curled around Taylor and simply held him close as he suddenly let out a hoarse, breathless south for joy. Gil felt it before he heard it. Taylor's round, full balls had pulled up closely against his body, and Gil read it as the physical manifestation of his pleasure when his mouth was suddenly filled with the salty, organic taste of Taylor's seed.
Taylor lay, panting, still holding Scott's hand. Gil continued to suck until he had milked Taylor of all that he had, to prolong the euphoria he knew Taylor was reveling in. He smiled, pleased with the reaction he had received for his efforts.
Taylor sat up, a bit dazed. He noticed Scott's hand in his and smiled openly at him, and then gratefully at Gil. Taylor let go of Scott and held Gil's head in his hands, pulling him close.
"Thank you," he whispered, his breath hot and humid. He tentatively stuck the tip of his tongue out and felt Gil's soft, quaking lips, which were parted slightly. The two boys, one satisfied, the other still wanting, embraced roughly and shared a few moments of heated passion. Scott crawled out to the foot of the bed, behind Gil and kissed a series of small kisses on his shoulder and neck. His tongue snaked out and licked the soft pulsing spot beneath the other guitarist's ear.
Gil shuddered, tingles of delight traveling rapidly up and down his spine. To think, he was wrapped in the hot arms of these two beautifully molded creatures; it was heavenly to him. Like the other two, he was eased down onto his back on the bed. Taylor, unable to maintain a constant hard-on, was given a bit of a rest while Scott jerked himself to full hardness, unable to resist touching himself at the sight of his two favorite people in such vulnerable state.
Scott looked at Gil, who was laying and watching all that took place expectantly. He had been patient this whole night while the two of them had their fun. It was his turn now.
"Thank you Gil. For everything," said Scott sincerely, yet lustfully. The want in his voice was still evident. Taylor eyed Scott and licked his lips. He moved towards Scott's stiffened organ, and took the whole into his mouth at once. His tongue tickled the underside, but Scott, moaning happily, pushed him away. Taylor looked up, confused. He was being turned away? Now?
"Get the..." Scott muttered to Taylor. Gil was unable to hear the last part, as the two were very close and he was obviously not meant to hear. Taylor grinned, and left for the foyer. He settled back, comfortably and awaited his surprise with anticipation. Suddenly, he heard a click, and the lights were out.
He considered protesting, wanting to see what was going on, but remembered how he had told Scott earlier to 'just feel' and decided against it. A strange glow appeared in the direction Taylor had gone, and through the dim city lights through the curtains, he could make out Taylor carrying the luminescent substance.
"Who could've known that a present from Zac and Dave would come in handy?" mused Scott. Gil watched, interested as the lightly green shining cream was poured into Taylor's hands.
"What is that?" Gil wondered aloud. He could almost feel the identical smiles at him in the thin dark.
"Glowtion," replied Taylor, excitedly rubbing it on his hands. "Glowing Lotion."
Gil suddenly heard Scott inhale sharply. His eyes, adjusting to the dark, saw that the Glowtion was being applied liberally against Scott, and was illuminating Scott's turgid member. Taylor's fingers seemed to know their way around in the dark, as they found their next target. Leaving a few incandescent fingers smudges where he caressed Gil's skin, Taylor found his ankles and lifted them from the bed.
Scott moved in, and Taylor set the crook of Gil's knees over Scott's shoulders. Gil grinned in the dark. He was pretty sure of what was to happen next. Taylor, with care, took a bit more of the thick glowing substance from the bottle and smeared some on Gil's backside. He felt around Gil's hole, massaging the tight pucker for a moment before sliding a well-lubricated finger up inside.
Gil braced himself, thinking that it would feel strange, painful even. But it didn't. It felt surprisingly nice, though a bit weird. He bit his lip as he felt Taylor feeling around inside him, and then it happened. A shock of heat passed through his body as the incredible heady sensation of near-release sped through his veins. Lacking control in the heat of the moment, Gil gasped and called out loudly, needing satisfaction desperately at that moment.
The corners of Taylor's lips pulled upwards. He had found it, that almost legendary spot that was proved to drive one wild. Wanting to prevent any pain, Taylor removed his finger and slathered more lotion on himself. This time, he inserted two fingers inside Gil, testing him, and seeing there was no sign of pain.
"Go," said Taylor's voice, resonating in the dark, hot air that hung around them.
It was all the urging Scott needed, and he, almost shaking with excitement, placed his hands on Gil's legs, Gently, almost nervously, he placed the mushroom head of his hot hard penis to Gil's glowing entrance. He slowly pushed forward.
Gil grimaced in discomfort. Taylor seemed to anticipate this and moved to his side on his stomach, and softly stroked Gil's tightened abdominal muscles in a comforting gesture. His fingertips grazed Gil's erection and Gil looked towards Taylor pleadingly in the darkness to please, touch it.
Taylor slowly but firmly licked up Gil's taught rod, sucking and bobbing rhythmically. Scott, meanwhile, had fully sheathed himself inside Gil, and paused, breathless, while Gil became accustomed to the feeling. It was difficult, staying still, when all he wanted to do was attain his merciful fulfillment.
Scott noted Taylor's rhthm and started to match it slowly. It felt heavely, moving against the sweaty blonde Adonis beneath him.
Gil was seeing stars. The combined sensation of his prostate being assaulted and Taylor's work on his hard cock mingled to create a sparkling, wonderful friction inside him and out. He was close, he knew, to his orgasm, which he knew would be incredibly intense, based on the way he was feeling now.
He was almost beyond the point of ecstasy when that familiar building began. It started to ripple through him, and with a wave it was upon him. His entire body was seized in an incredible heat and he bucked his hips furiously at Taylor's waiting mouth. Whimpers of satisfaction escaped his throat between gasping sharp intakes of breath, and he was suddenly filled with the sensation of being coated.
Scott felt the euphoria building inside himself too. Within an instant of Gil's climax, Scott was suddenly racked with the hypnotic electric sensation of his peak. He felt himself filled Gili's hole with cum and after a few more quick strokes, was finished. Gil lay spent for afew long blissful moments then, panting, he pulled Taylor towards him and hugged him appreciatively. Scott crumpled, exhuasted on the bed to Gil's left, and was pulled close to him also, and Gil held them while the two boys drifted to sleep.
Just before sleep claimed him too, Gil decided that there was certainly no better way to spend his next visit to the states, and hoped the sleeping beings at his sides would be game for another go too, next time.
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