[art by SemperViridis, December 2021, posted with permission]
2021
San Juan, Puerto Rico
After the shitshow that had been 2020, Sören and his partners needed a vacation. Now that they were vaccinated - immortal or not, they didn't want to take any chances with COVID - and restrictions were easing up, they decided to go on holiday in beautiful Puerto Rico for Christmas; Anthony's friend Lawrence was catsitting.
Today, Nicholas was taking a tour of museums, visiting places of historic interest such as the Museo de la Historia de Ponce and also the Museo Casa Blanca in Old San Juan, a home with 16th-century architecture where Ponce de León’s family had once lived.
Meanwhile, Sören, Anthony and Maglor had opted to stay back to have a day of relaxation at their beachside cabana. Sören and Anthony were lounging in chairs, looking out at palm trees, white sands, and sparkling teal waves. Anthony was enjoying a piece of Puerto Rican rum cake, and Sören was enjoying something else delicious...
...Maglor strode out of the cabana in little white shorts patterned with hibiscus flowers in fiery colors. Sören whistled, admiring Maglor's abs and pecs and biceps, the veins in his forearms, the strong and powerful legs. The flood of raven hair to the middle of his back. Maglor's face lit up with a grin - it was so good to see him smile - and Sören said, "There's our cabana boy now."
Maglor rolled his eyes, but kept smiling.
Sören couldn't resist teasing him... again. For what had to be the dozenth time today, Sören started singing:
Her name was Maglor, he was a Noldo
With raven feathers in his hair and a thong cut down to there
He would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while he tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight til four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the copa (co) Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the copa (co) Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the copa they fell in love
Copa, Copacabana
Maglor glared. Sören bat his lashes innocently.
"Could you stop singing that song?" Maglor winced like he was in pain. "I hate Barry Manilow."
Sören thought it was hilarious that Maglor, who usually encouraged musicians and singers to perform no matter how good or bad they were - feeling everyone with the gift of Song needed to express themselves - couldn't stand Barry Manilow, it was like a form of kryptonite. Sören stopped singing until Maglor was a couple feet away, walking towards the waves, then he continued:
His name was Ñolo
Eyes like blue diamonds
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Maglor dancing there
And when he finished, he called him over
But Nico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the copa (co) Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the copa (co) Copacabana -
Maglor whirled around, brow furrowed - Anthony almost choked on his cake from laughing so hard.
"Hi," Sören said with a little wave.
Maglor put his hands on his hips. "Sören, what do I have to do to get you to stop singing that fucking song?"
Sören's eyes once again feasted on Maglor's face - beautiful in its ire - and his magnificent body. While the flowered shorts hugged Maglor's ass nicely, seeing the real deal was even better, but they couldn't be naked on this beach.
It didn't take long for Sören to think of his bribe. "Put on one of the thongs I packed?"
Maglor snorted. He glared at Anthony, still laughing, and Anthony blew a kiss. Maglor shook his head, but his eyes were crinkled at the corners, letting Sören know he wasn't angry. "That's a small enough price to pay." Maglor let out an exaggerated sigh as he stalked back to the cabana. "There is nothing worse than Barry Manilow."
Challenge accepted. "Oh, my sweet summer child."
A few minutes later Maglor came out in a silky black thong that left little to the imagination. He did a strut and a twirl like a model, to appreciative wolf whistles from Anthony and Sören. Then Maglor gave a playful, sassy ass shake before he turned around and folded his arms, giving Sören another look. "Will you behave yourself now? No more Barry Manilow."
"Sure thing," Sören said.
Just as Maglor began walking towards the ocean, showing off his lovely ass with each step, Sören began to sing again.
Ooh that ass so scandalous
And you know another Noldo couldn't handle it
So you shakin' that thang like who's the ish
With a look in your eyes so devilish, uh
You like to dance, all the hip hop spots
And you cruise to the grooves like connect the dots
Not just urban, he like the pop
'Cause he was Livin' la Vida Loca
He had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
Uh, I think I'll sing it again
He had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong
Baby (I know you wanna show da na da na)
That thong th-thong, thong, thong
I like it when the beat goes (da na da na)
Baby, make your booty go (da na da na)
(I know you wanna show da na da na)
That thong th-thong thong, thong
Anthony put his cake down, sides heaving, tears streaming down beetroot cheeks. Maglor came marching back, making a beeline for Sören, and grabbed Sören by a fistful of long black curls, yanking him up out of his seat, dragging him by the hair towards the cabana. Anthony rose up on his cane and followed, carrying the plate of cake, looking like an eager puppydog in anticipation of what would happen next.
Sören was already rock-hard by the time they got in the cabana, tenting his Speedo. He loved it when his partners pulled his hair, and he knew from the predatory look in Maglor's eyes he was in for a real punishment. He hoped it was a spanking. Sören loved getting spanked.
Maglor glanced over at Anthony. "I assume you brought rope."
Anthony nodded and went right over to his luggage without even having to be asked. As Anthony rummaged around for where he'd packed the rope, Maglor reached down and ripped Sören's Speedo, falling in pieces to the floor, freeing his hard cock. Maglor's fingers brushed down the shaft and he gave Sören's balls a squeeze before going to the table by the bedside and retrieving one of the toys they'd brought, a vibrating buttplug with a remote control. Maglor had Sören turn around, and after a few hard slaps on each ass cheek that made Sören's cock throb and his hole twitch, Sören heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being squeezed, then Maglor's slick fingers played inside him before Maglor shoved the lube-coated plug inside him.
Sören shuddered as the vibe began purring away, making his cock jolt. The gentle buzzing on his prostate was delicious, and Sören moaned.
"Sit down," Maglor told him, gesturing to one of the chairs along the wall.
"No spanking first?"
Maglor smirked. "I don't think bratty boys like you should get what they want right away."
Sören gave a little whine but he was sure whatever was in store for him would be delicious; he trusted them. He sat obediently.
Anthony pulled out the rolling chair from the desk, got on, and rolled over to Sören. Anthony was a Shibari master - he'd rigged Sören countless times now, and a few dozen of those times had been suspension - and now he got to work, tying an intricate series of knots that bound Sören to the chair. Maglor took off his thong and sat on the edge of the bed, watching, idly stroking himself as Sören surrendered to Anthony's dominance, Anthony caressing Sören's chest or face or teasing one of Sören's pierced nipples between knots, holding eye contact.
When Anthony's knotwork was done, Maglor picked up the remote control and turned up the vibe to the next-highest setting. Just enough to drive Sören crazy, pent up as he was from Anthony tying him, but not enough for Sören to come.
Anthony joined Maglor on the bed.
"You do lovely work," Maglor told him.
"And it was a lovely suggestion." Anthony grabbed the plate of unfinished rum cake. "Here, have a reward."
Instead of putting a bit of cake on a fork, Anthony broke off a small piece with his fingers, bringing it to Maglor's mouth. Maglor ate from Anthony's fingers like a pet, and then, Sören's eyes riveted, Maglor began to lick and suck Anthony's fingers clean. "That's good cake," Maglor said.
"Have some more." Anthony tore off another piece and again fed Maglor from his fingers. This time Maglor sucked Anthony's fingers more slowly, deliberately. The heat in Maglor's eyes, locked with Anthony's, made Sören shiver, and when Anthony licked his lips, Sören's cock jolted, hole twitching around the vibe humming inside him, teasing him. He needed more than the vibe, but of course that was going to be awhile.
"I don't want to hog all your cake, now." Maglor reached and broke off a piece, and fed it to Anthony. This time Anthony was the one to lick Maglor's fingers up and down, then he slowly sucked Maglor's index finger, then the middle finger, then both together, a naughty look on his face. Sören bit his lip with a little whimper as he watched Maglor's cock jump and let out a bead of precum that rolled down the shaft. Anthony glanced down at it and back up with an expression like Well?
"Cake is more fun when it's shared," Anthony said, and he pulled off another tiny piece for Maglor. Maglor did the same, and this time they fed each other, and then licked and sucked each other's fingers at the same time.
"Yes, cake is definitely more fun when it's shared," Maglor rasped. Maglor broke what was left of the cake in half, and then he shoved Anthony back on the bed with a kiss. Sören watched helplessly, the vibe driving him mad as Maglor crumbled the cake over Anthony's naked body, making a trail across Anthony's chest from one nipple to the other, then down Anthony's stomach to his navel. Sören moaned - he loved Anthony's chest hair, the way the pelt continued down his stomach to the thick dark pubic bush. He wished he could lick Anthony's body hair all over, like he'd done countless times before... but for now, he'd have to watch Maglor doing it.
"I love Men," Maglor husked as he kissed and licked down and up Anthony's neck and throat, then down again. "I love how hairy humans are." He ran his fingers through Anthony's chest hair appreciatively, walked his fingers over the furry forearms, then down Anthony's stomach, to the hairy thighs. Sören moaned again. Maglor glanced over his shoulder, winked at Sören and laughed. Then he kissed the sweet hollow of Anthony's neck and shoulder, making Anthony buck and cry out. Anthony's breath hitched as Maglor kissed down over his sternum, tongue sliding down to his heart for another kiss. Maglor's head rested on Anthony's heart for a moment; he closed his eyes with a blissful smile and the tenderness of it - seeing Maglor at peace brought tears to Sören's eyes.
But before Sören could cry, Maglor moved his head over and licked the cake crumbs off a nipple. Sören and Anthony both moaned together. Maglor licked it and licked it, getting it clean, then he sucked at it. "Sticky," Maglor explained - as if he needed an excuse - before he lapped at it some more and suckled harder.
Maglor slowly, sensually ate the crumbs across Anthony's chest, licking the chest hair, kissing, to the other nipple, where he licked up the crumbs and sucked the rum residue. Sören's cock throbbed at the sight of Anthony's nipples hard and thick from Maglor's mouth. Maglor sucked on them some more, thumb rubbing one as he sucked on the other. Then Maglor slid lower, grinding Anthony's thigh and knee as he licked up the cake from Anthony's stomach, kissing between licks as Anthony gasped, shivered, groaned, petting Maglor's flood of hair. When Maglor got the last of the cake, he hovered over Anthony's dripping cock and said, "Cream goes well with cake, don't you think?" and chased the bead of precum sliding down the shaft with a long, slow lick, then came up to lap at the head, tapping the head of Anthony's cock against his tongue, making streamers with the precum. His lips wrapped around the head and he sucked slowly, holding Anthony's gaze, as Sören gave an urgent little howl through grit teeth.
"Oh poor baby," Anthony called over. "Do you need to safeword, sweetheart?"
Sören shook his head. The bonds were getting a bit tight and uncomfortable, and his balls were aching, but this was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen in his life and he wanted to enjoy the show a bit longer.
"Good," Anthony said with a smirk, "because we need to finish this cake."
Anthony and Maglor kissed, then their tongues rubbed together open-mouthed, making Sören whine with frustration, balls tightening, before they kissed again, deeply, fiercely. Their eyes met and they lingered for a moment, nuzzling, which made Sören's cock throb again - he thought the sensuality and tenderness between them was so hot.
Then Anthony rolled Maglor onto his back. He took what was left of the cake on the plate, dumped it out onto Maglor's stomach, and began mashing it up and down Maglor's chest and stomach, making a mess, even spreading it out over Maglor's thighs. Maglor gave a wicked grin, and before he could say anything Anthony bit his neck, making Maglor cry out, and again when Anthony licked it. He kissed, licked, and nibbled Maglor's neck before he got to work, licking up the cake mess from Maglor's smooth chest - spending awhile at the nipples, going back and forth lashing his tongue, sucking hard, tugging with his lips then his teeth, biting before suckling again - and then down Maglor's chiseled abs. Even after he'd cleaned the cake he continued to lick the lingering rum taste, tracing the definition in Maglor's abs with his tongue, caressing Maglor's stomach in lazy circles, hand sliding up to Maglor's chest, playing with Maglor's nipples as he kissed and nibbled one hip, then the other. Maglor moaned, and Sören did too. Their foreplay was like a work of art, and Sören wanted them so, so badly.
Anthony licked the cake from Maglor's thighs, and then his index finger slid down Maglor's shaft, making it twitch, as he smiled and purred, "This looks even tastier." With that, he drew Maglor's cock into his mouth, inch by inch, and sucked slowly as Maglor arched to him, panting, gasping, eyes feverish.
Soon Maglor was rolling his hips, gently fucking Anthony's mouth, cradling Anthony's head. Anthony sucked a little faster, reaching down to touch himself, but still kept it slow, until Maglor began yanking on Anthony's short dark hair. "Anthony... Ara..."
Anthony pulled the cock out of his mouth, took a few playful licks, and with precum on his tongue he slid up to kiss Maglor with it. "Want to sixty-nine?"
"That's my favorite number." Maglor grinned and kissed him back.
Sören whined - he felt ready to explode. Both men glanced over at him and chuckled. Anthony's response was simply to turn the vibe up to its next setting - harder, but not hard enough. Building that tension and keeping him on the edge, keeping orgasm just out of reach.
Anthony and Maglor lay at each other's sides, sucking hungrily, moaning around the cocks in their mouths. Anthony's head was closest to Sören and Sören had a view of Anthony's back and his magnificent ass. Every now and again Anthony would pick his head up and give Sören an evil grin before he got back to work, sucking Maglor like his life depended on it. Sören cried out when Anthony began fingering Maglor, working one finger inside, then two. Anthony teased Maglor by licking and sucking at his balls, then licking the shaft all over, bathing it with his tongue, before putting the cock back in his mouth, sucking on the first few inches as one hand continued to finger-fuck him and the other cupped and rubbed Maglor's balls. Their moans got louder and Sören watched Anthony work his hips, thrusting into Maglor's mouth, who moaned even louder at that.
Anthony's eyes widened and he tensed suddenly, and Sören knew he was right there. A few seconds later Anthony howled around the cock in his mouth as his body heaved and shuddered, and then Maglor's nails dug into Anthony's hips and Anthony moaned as Maglor's seed seeped out of his mouth down his chin, down Maglor's shaft. Maglor gasped, and Sören smiled at the Elf's toes curling.
Then Sören whimpered. He wondered if they were ever going to let him come. The bonds were definitely starting to hurt a little - he could last longer than this most of the time, but being teased and pent-up was making everything tighter.
"Yeezy," Sören said, and Anthony facepalmed and laughed - Sören couldn't help laughing too, they had such a ridiculous safeword.
Before Anthony could rise up on his cane, Maglor climbed off the bed, walked over to Sören, and cut the ropes off him. He let Sören stretch, and when Sören was ready, Maglor picked up Sören and carried him over to the bed.
They weren't going to give in to him just yet. First Maglor kissed him - Sören moaned at the taste of Anthony on Maglor's tongue. Then Anthony kissed him and Sören moaned louder, tasting Maglor. Sören licked up the cum glistening on Anthony's chin, then Anthony and Maglor kissed... then they pushed Sören back against the pillows and proceeded to trace the red rope burns with their fingers and tongues. Sören broke out in gooseflesh, quivering, panting, letting out little whimpers as their hands and mouths electrified his entire body. At last they came to his cock, completely slick with precum, and Anthony and Maglor licked it together like they were sharing an ice cream cone, the precum making streamers on their tongues - every now and again they rubbed their tongues together, making Sören buck and howl, feverish with lust.
"Please, god, please, fuck me," Sören begged. "I know I was a brat but I think I'm gonna fucking die."
Anthony and Maglor exchanged amused glances, then Anthony said, "Sure thing," and turned off the vibe before he pulled it out of Sören's ass.
But instead of giving Sören his cock, Anthony got between Sören's legs, draped over his shoulders, and dipped his tongue into the open passage. Sören screamed as Anthony began to work his tongue, swirling fast and furious like a hurricane, then slow, teasing, then feather-light little flutters. Fast and slow, fast and slow, Anthony's tongue fucked him, as Maglor took Sören's face in his hand and kissed him deeply, Maglor's free hand sliding up and down Sören's body, caressing, exploring, sending chills and fire through him. Maglor kissed and licked Sören's throat, and when Sören's whimpers turned into broken cries, Maglor took his hand away from Sören's cheek and stuck his fingers in Sören's mouth. "Shhhh, we'll get there, love," Maglor husked before nibbling the hollow where Sören's neck and shoulder met, so exquisitely sensitive.
Anthony ate Sören like it was his last meal, and Sören glanced down and saw by the way Anthony's left shoulder was moving that he was stroking himself. Maglor was hard again too, and Sören reached to play with it, teasing Maglor back. At last Anthony relented with a growl, took a few last licks at Sören's cock - lapping up more precum - then he climbed up and pet Sören's curls, stroked his cheek, looking into Sören's eyes. "You ready to get fucked now?"
Sören nodded vehemently.
Anthony looked at Maglor. Maglor looked down at Sören's cock, more precum dripping down the shaft, and he smiled and said, "I think I want second dessert."
Anthony lay on his side, and when Anthony's cock and Sören's passage were both readied with lube, Sören backed up against him, Anthony's hairy chest against Sören's back. Once Anthony was inside, he threw an arm around Sören and rolled onto his back, taking Sören with him. Both his arms held Sören tight as he began to thrust.
Maglor watched them for a moment, stroking his cock as he watched Anthony's cock slide in and out of Sören, Anthony's balls smacking Sören's ass, and then he leaned down and drew Sören's cock into his mouth. Sören cried out, and again when Anthony licked down his neck. "See, we take of you, sweetheart," Anthony rasped.
The sensation of Maglor's mouth on his cock, and Anthony's cock banging away inside him, hitting that spot over and over, got so intense that Sören screamed, rocking his hips, desperately fucking himself on Anthony's cock, fucking Maglor's mouth. He grabbed handfuls of Maglor's glorious flood of hair and tugged hard, and Maglor sucked hungrily, humming his pleasure around Sören's cock; Maglor's shoulder shook and Sören knew Maglor was jerking himself off.
Sören needed to come, but his body made him hold back just a little more, just a little more, the pleasure building more and more delicious, the edge the only space that existed, utterly lost in sensation and lust and passion, surrendering to the men who loved him. Sören got closer, closer, trying to hold back just a moment longer, wanting to feel them... and then Anthony turned Sören's head and as their mouths met, tongues licking, Sören lost control, crying out into Anthony's mouth as his cock throbbed and that sweet spot pulsed. Maglor whimpered as he drank down Sören's seed, and two thrusts later Anthony came with a fierce shout, arms squeezing Sören tight as he spent deep inside him.
As Sören lay there, dazed, the world spinning, feeling like he was falling then flying, Maglor came up and kissed Anthony with his mouth full of Sören's cum, which Sören found incredibly hot. Then Anthony and Sören watched as Maglor brought himself off, his cock shooting ropes of thick white cream all over Sören's body, some even hitting Sören and Anthony in the face, making them laugh.
Sören and Anthony licked Maglor's cum off their faces, and the playful sensuality got Sören going again. He hardened back up as Anthony licked Maglor's cum off his body. Anthony laughed and booped Sören's nose. "Insatiable," Anthony said, coming up to give Sören another kiss - Sören smiled into the kiss as he felt Anthony's hardness against his own. They sighed together and kissed again as Anthony took their hard cocks into his fist, stroking them; Sören loved the feel of Anthony's cock rubbing his cock, the velvet steel caress in the tight grip of Anthony's hand.
"So," Sören said, "am I going to get that spanking now?"
Maglor propped himself up on one elbow, stroking his own cock watching them play together. "I think," Maglor said, "you earned something beyond a spanking. A full-on reaming."
"Oh yes." Anthony's face lit up. He glanced at Maglor and they nodded together, conspiratorial.
Sören's eyebrows shot up, his mouth opening as he realized what they meant. "Both of you...?"
"If you're all right with that." Maglor smirked. "You're pretty well lubed up for it, with Anthony's cum inside you."
Sören nodded enthusiastically, giggling.
This time, Anthony lay back and Sören straddled Anthony's hips. Sören sank down on Anthony's cock and when he bottomed out, they took each other's hands.
"Love you," Anthony sighed.
"Love you, elskan."
Maglor continued to watch, touching himself, as Sören rode Anthony slowly. Anthony's hands wandered over Sören's body, and Sören trembled to his touch, tingling all over. Maglor groaned as Anthony stuck his fingers in Sören's mouth, the other hand playing in circles, thumb rubbing a nipple here, tracing a line there. Sören sucked Anthony's fingers like a small cock, thrilling to the predatory, hungry look in Anthony's eyes.
Finally Maglor got on his knees behind Sören. Sören gasped as he felt the tip of Maglor's cock at his opening. He braced himself. Maglor kept an arm around him, passionately kissing Sören's neck as he pushed inside bit by bit. Sören felt so full, like he was being split, but Maglor stretched him, a tight fit, resting against Anthony's cock for a moment to let Sören adjust.
Then they began to move, finding their rhythm, one pulling out, the other pushing in, cock rubbing cock inside Sören, not just teasing, pleasuring him but each other. Maglor's and Anthony's hands roamed over Sören, and Maglor and Sören kissed, every so often rubbing their tongues together, or Maglor licked and nibbled at Sören's neck and shoulder.
As the sensation got more intense, Sören rode harder, and soon he was bouncing away, Maglor's hips slapping against him, the two cocks making a filthy wet slurping sound with Sören's passage sloppy with Anthony's cum. Three voices rose louder and louder, the bed creaking and slamming against the wall. Sören bucked hard, riding Anthony like a wild bull, Maglor's hips smacking wildly. Maglor reached around to play with Sören's cock, and with the fingers of Maglor's other hand in Sören's mouth, Maglor's teeth on his neck, Anthony panting, watching Sören ride with worshipful eyes, Sören came hard, his scream muffled by Maglor's fingers, shooting over Anthony's stomach and chest. A few seconds later Maglor and Anthony came together, flooding him, crying out together.
The three sets of hands joined, fingers braiding, three hearts beating as one. Sören felt the rush of euphoria, then melted into bliss, sinking down into Anthony's waiting arms.
They tangled up together, Maglor holding both of them. They rocked, laughing at nothing. It felt good to be alive... the promise of eternity, that every day they would love each other, give each other this joy, taking back what was stolen from them.
"I love you," Maglor said, raining kisses over their faces.
"God, I love you." Sören laughed, and then he winced - already he was a little sore from taking both cocks, but it had been so worth it.
"Sore?" Maglor raised an eyebrow.
Sören nodded solemnly. "That was some punishment."
"Oh, just you wait, it's not over. Once Nicholas comes back, he'll probably want to taste our seed inside you... and he'll get worked up enough to want to nail you himself, fill you up again with cum..." Maglor grinned.
"GUHHHHHH." Sören's hole twitched and a frisson went through him, his mind's eye playing the mental images very vividly. He was going to be very sore indeed, but oh god, he wanted it...
Maglor laughed, skritching Sören's beard. "Someone likes that."
Sören couldn't resist. "I might have to sing 'The Thong Song' every day, if this is what I get."
Maglor double facepalmed, making wounded animal noises into his hands as Anthony shook with laughter.
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