Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Three Way Foreplay ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMERS:

The characters in this story I made up, blah blah blah... If this sounds familiar, good for you, but since I don't know you and you didn't tell me, it's not about you.

This chapter deals with what the United States and Canada refer to as children having sex with what the United States and Canada term as adults. This aforementioned act is illegal in some countries, but then so is underage drinking and underage smoking and so on and so forth. Then again, in some countries, some of these things are legal. Again, I'm not going to get into a debate of right and wrong—my only responsibility is to warn you, which I've done. Yet again. Okay? Moving on...

Let me start out by saying I love foreplay. I love it a lot. A whole lot. I mean a lot-a lot… Sorry…getting back on track now. Did I mention that I love foreplay? Oh. Okay, well, I'm hoping that the foreplay in this chapter does the same for all you readers out there! I don't mention condoms in this chapter, but please, if you decide to try any of this, keep in mind real people get real sick from real diseases.

So BE CAREFUL!

Okay, I'm done with that.

Hey, Nutcake, there's not much of Alice in this chapter, but she will be back soon. Possibly the next chapter, at least that's what I've got planned. This story is writing itself, so I'm not making any promises. I mean, Ian wasn't even in my original story and some stuff that's coming next…well you'll see.

Oh and inu_luver_2004, you said you wanted “more”? Well, here it is. Sorry if you felt it was a long wait, but I'm hoping it was worth it!

WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you are a MONOGAMIST, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPICIT AND/OR OFFENSIVE SCENES WILL FOLLOW (see above comments).

Thank you again for reading and enjoy!

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Stephen looked at Finn kindly. “It can be painful when not done correctly, but even then, there can be pleasure.” He held out a hand, “Come, Finn.”

For a split second, Finn stared at Stephen's hand and realized the enormity of what he was getting ready to do. Usually he was the one in control during sex, but this time would be very different. He'd be relinquishing control to someone else and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with that idea. The idea of sex, however…

Finn went.

One corner of Stephen's mouth went up in a half-smile as he grasped Finn's hand to pull him closer with one hand and cradled his face in the other. He leaned in and gently kissed Finn's mouth. Finn was extremely conscious of Ian sitting on the bed avidly watching them kiss, so his response was lackluster. Stephen chuckled against Finn's mouth and pulled back.

“Ian, you're going to have to give the boy some space. He's got a lot of `firsts' taking place here.”

“Yah, maybe you're right,” he stood and walked behind Stephen. “I'll get a better view from here anyway.” Finn must've looked worried because Stephen gave him another half-smile.

“You shouldn't be so concerned about Ian, Finn,” said Stephen. And, keeping his eyes glued to Finn's, he reached back and grabbed Ian by the hair and took his mouth in a kiss that was nothing except carnal.

Finn swallowed with difficulty as he watched them attempt to devour each other alive. Stephen's eyes were hot as they watched Finn's reaction and he took one of Ian's hands and pushed it against Finn's crotch causing him to gasp.

Watching the two kiss and feeling Ian's hand steadily stroking and squeezing him through his jeans quickly melted away his nervousness and re-ignited his lust. He licked his lips and Stephen's eyes, which had never stopped watching him, heated up. He broke away from Ian and latched onto Finn with just as much lasciviousness.

A part of Finn was aware that Ian was watching and was now turned on by it, nearly as much as he was by Stephen's kiss. Stephen again was in control of this kiss as he grabbed Finn's head with two hands and turned it to an angle that deepened it. Finn, lost in the kiss was again only vaguely aware of Ian moving behind him, still maintaining the steady strokes to his cock. Somewhere in the far recesses of his mind he was dimly aware of Ian undoing his jeans to get to his cock. Then, someone's hand started playing with his nipples and GOD did it feel good! He let out a moan of approval breaking the kiss with Stephen. Not that it slowed Stephen down any.

Instead, his mouth worked its way downward to Finn's neglected nipple and began sucking, licking and doing all sorts of wonderful things to it, all to the rhythmic stroking of Ian's hand on his dick. None of this prepared him for what happened next. Ian's magic fingers, which had started massaging his balls, did something at the base of his balls at the same time Stephen used his teeth on his nipple.

“Ughmfah!” Finn made a garbled noise as he came.

Or at least he tried to anyway.

Whimpering, he looked down.

Stephen had an unforgiving grip on his dick and was rubbing the pre-cum and the little bit of cum that had eked out over the tip of it. He looked up at Finn and smiled slowly, albeit a bit evilly to Finn's mind.

“Control yourself!” He thumped the tip of Finn's dick as if it were a naughty child, causing waves of sensation to travel throughout his body. He only just bit back another whimper and he glared at Stephen who just smiled back. “You can't cum until I cum.” Having said this, Stephen lowered his head and took Finn's cock into his mouth, still gripping it tight enough to keep him from cumming. This in itself was novel enough to hinder Finn's breathing, but add to that Ian's magical fingers stroking that place between his sac and his asshole in such a way…

To Finn's everlasting shame, his knees buckled. Ian kept him from falling and had himself a good chuckle while doing it. “Like that did you?” He murmured. Finn hoped he didn't expect an answer; it was all he could do to keep upright with Ian's help let alone speak.

His mouth would be better put to doing other things anyway.

One of his hands groped back until it gripped Ian's head and tugged until their mouths met. Surprisingly, Ian let him take the lead and he dug his tongue as deep into Ian's mouth as he could and took inventory of his taste. It was very different from Stephen. Stephen was like dark chocolate; Ian was like…candy. He tasted like bubblegum of all things! And pineapple? Or was it mango or…

“Ah goddammit!” He broke off his kiss to look down at Stephen who'd changed his pattern and was moving his thumbs around his sac and up his dick at a rhythm opposite his mouth. “Fuck! Fuck!” He felt like his eyes were going to burst out of his head. “Let me cum, dammit!” Stephen pulled his dick from his mouth with a pop and looked up with eyes that were a conflicting mix of heat and laziness.

“No proper respect for their elders, children today.” He trapped Finn's gaze in his and took one long, slow lick from the base of his cock to its tip giving extra care to the tiny opening at the top. Finn's entire body trembled, as did his poor cock. “You should've said `please'.” Finn's mouth opened to do just that. “It's too late now.” He changed the pressure of his hold on Finn's cock several different times before he finally broke eye contact. “Let's get him to the bed, Ian. We'll give him some time to recover before we have anymore fun.”

“I don't know if I can wait, Steph. I'm ready to bite your arm off as it is to get a taste of that lovely young cock,” he said softly grinding his own very hard cock against Finn's ass and gently biting Finn's ear, eliciting another gasp. Stephen just chuckled and stood in all his glory; shirt open, pants undone; barely hanging on his hips and his dick, long and curved was aimed high to the sky. He looked like every teenaged girl's fantasy.

And more than a few teenaged guys as well.

Ian released him and Finn tried to walk to the bed, but Stephen hadn't yet let go of his dick. “Remember, you can't come. You have to learn to control yourself in order to get the best pleasure for yourself and for your partner, understand?” Finn nodded thinking this was almost like a session with Lola…but with two very obvious differences. He took several deep breaths for control before nodding to Stephen, who then slowly released his cock.

Finn's teeth ground together as the blood rushed to his dick and he fought for control. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he felt hands holding him and set him on something soft and he bent himself in two trying his best not to cum. A few hellish moments later he was able to open his eyes and blearily look around. Stephen and Ian were watching him with interest. He slowly straightened out his body taking care not to bump his dick more than necessary. They'd laid him on the bed.

“He did it. I didn't think he'd be able to.” Ian inspected his dick with interest. “It is a bit damp, though.” Finn glared at the blond dumbass.

“I couldn't help that! It was only a little and it happened when Stephen let me go!”

“S'allright. I'll clean you up right quick.” He leaned down to take him in his mouth. Finn stiffened and Stephen grabbed Ian by the collar halting his progress.

“I said give him a minute. You'll get your taste if he permits you. He asked me, remember?” Stephen's look was bland to Ian's obviously thwarted pout. Pout, for christsakes! Shit what a wuss, thought Finn though secretly grateful. He didn't know if he could hold out if there was another attack on his body. Stephen looked Ian up and down.

“Take your shirt off Ian.”

“What?”

“Finn and I are nearly naked and here you are fully clothed. Take your shirt off and undo your trousers while you're at it.” Stephen and Ian had a stare-down that Ian must've lost because he pulled his t-shirt off and undid his khakis until they were barely hanging on his hips.

Finn stared at Ian's body, surprised. It was very fit! He actually had an 8-pack which Stephen (who was still gorgeous in his mind) didn't even have. With the t-shirt off, you could see the musculature of his shoulders and arms. He worked out and often. So, just a wuss-like personality then, Finn amended in his mind.

Stephen grabbed Ian by the arm and pulled him close. Ian resisted at first, still sulking, but then Stephen started kissing his fingers. Ian's expression softened and he caressed Stephen's head and guided it closer toward that well toned abdomen. And Stephen did what any normal red-blooded male would do.

He began kissing Ian's stomach. He was licking and nipping at it as if he was tasting a rare delicacy for the very first time. Finn's dick jerked and he glared down and grabbed it tightly. You behave, he commanded it silently and went back to watching the two and was treated to another vision of beauty.

Ian's ass.

Stephen had worked the khakis so that they had fallen around Ian's knees to display a wonderfully sculpted ass. He'd never looked at a guy's ass before and was now wondering what he'd been missing.

Stephen was sucking on Ian's balls—rolling them in and out of his mouth to Ian's apparent enjoyment, Finn figured after seeing the euphoric look on his face. Stephen paused in his ministrations to say, “You're welcome to join me anytime.” Finn gave him a blank look.

“What should I do?” Stephen smiled.

“Whatever feels good,” he said and went back to Ian's dick and balls. Finn looked up at Ian. Ian just watched him with those hot blue eyes, waiting. Finn swallowed and looked down hastily. Okay, hotshot, now what? He asked himself ruefully. Well, he was fascinated by that ass…

Finn reached out and stroked Ian's left butt cheek. It was smooth but very solid—nothing like a girl's ass. Stephen pulled Ian so Finn could have better access. Finn caressed the two globes, tracing the muscle patterns underneath the skin. He squeezed and massaged them and finally gave in to a desire he didn't know he had.

He bit them.

Ian didn't mind, at least not from his muffled groan. So Finn did to Ian's ass what he saw Stephen doing to his front.

Enjoying the delicacy that was Ian.

And he quickly got caught up in all the new and different sensations. Everywhere a woman was soft, Ian was hard. He also tasted different, Finn decided after licking his way up Ian's back and biting at several interesting spots on the way. He could tell that Ian was enjoying both his and Stephen's actions by the assorted groans and moans that issued from his mouth.

“Okay, Finn, that's enough.” Finn knew Stephen was talking but didn't hear what he said. “I said,” Stephen yanked Finn back onto the bed, “that's enough, Finn.” Finn had a thought to glare at Stephen, but was distracted by seeing Ian completely naked. It was obvious that he worked out—the man was ripped, but not like the muscle-heads you'd see at the gym, but like he actually used the muscles he worked out with.

He was simply beautiful. Almost beautiful enough to make you forget he was an idiot. If it wasn't for the fact the he spoke, he'd be nearly perfect. Then he fully saw Ian's dick, swallowed and tensed up. Although it was shorter than Stephen's, it was wide. Very wide. Like rip you apart wide. Like way-the-hell-too-wide for my ass wide.

“Hey,” Stephen grabbed Finn by the chin and turned his face toward him, “Snap out of it. He's taken. And he's not going to fuck you—you didn't invite him.” He kissed Finn deeply until he relaxed a bit and pulled away. “Fucking you is my privilege. Watching is Ian's, unless you'd rather not.” He raised an eyebrow in question. Finn gave him a dry look.

“It's a bit late for that now isn't it?” Stephen grinned widely.

“Sometimes I forget how young you are,” he said and began shedding the remainder of his clothes. He glanced up and Finn, “Well? Sex, even partially dressed, is not how I want this to go.”

Finn stood and pulled his clothes off the rest of the way. It was silly, really, to feel shy after what they'd been doing. He was no shy girly virgin; he'd divested many girls of their clothes and felt no embarrassment about his body. However, now he was comparing his body with the body of these two men—both great looking in different ways. He was very conscious of having the body of an awkward boy, still growing into manhood, at least, compared to these two. It was funny how he never felt this way with the women and girls he'd been with. And now he was going to have sex with a man. He glanced at Ian. Or maybe men, plural? Exactly how far did he want this to go again?

His trepidation must have shown, because Stephen walked up to him grabbed his face and kissed him again none too gently, then asked him a question.

“Do you trust me?” Finn stared at him not sure how to answer. Stephen pushed him backwards until he sat on the bed. “Trust is really important, because to make this good for you, you're going to have to trust me and relax.” Finn tried to keep the stuff he'd read online out of his head.

“Okay. I can do that.” Stephen smiled and commenced kissing him again while pushing him back to lie on the bed. He smiled inwardly as Stephen did what he'd dubbed as the `tickle' move, by taking his tongue and lightly stroking the top of his mouth. He quickly gave himself over to the kiss. He even spread his legs a bit when Ian began playing with his cock. Things heated up quickly after that.

Stephen positioned himself so that he was between Finn's legs. “Before we get started I want to taste you.”

This was the only warning he got before he felt Stephen's tongue up his ass. He tensed up first out of shock. Soon, though, he was lifting his hips so Stephen could have better access. So this is rimming, was one thought that flew through his mind. Fuckin' A this feels great, was another. He was panting when Stephen sat up. Then he saw Ian pass him the lube and he felt that nervous tension returning and his cock sagging.

Stephen took a generous amount and smoothed it over his asshole. Ian brought a pillow and gestured. Finn raised his hips and Ian shoved the pillow under his hips and stepped back to allow Stephen to work at his ass.

“Relaxation, comfort and trust, Finn, and I promise it'll be good for all of us.” Finn nodded and tried to stay relaxed when Stephen inserted one finger and started working the muscle. Okay, this wasn't too bad—he could handle this. Soon it began to actually feel good and he was starting to stiffen up again.

“Okay, Finn. Two fingers.” Finn concentrated very hard on relaxing.

“Try pushing out,” said Ian, “I've heard that sometimes works.” Finn forgot to be amazed that Ian had a valid thought and tried pushing out a bit. It did seem to help, or maybe, two fingers weren't really as bad as he thought. But then, he realized that Stephen was bigger than two fingers. And he was longer than two fingers too. With that thought, he started to tense up again.

“Ian, go distract him,” Stephen ordered. Ian got up and began to kiss him. It took a while, but soon Finn was sufficiently distracted enough for three fingers to go inside with barely a whimper. In fact, because there was no real pain, he was soon lifting his hips for Stephen to have better access again.

“Steph—“

“Go ahead, Ian, you've earned it.” Finn heard but had no idea what was happening until he felt a mouth take his entire cock.

“Aaughhh!” His hips jerked involuntarily and Ian's actions distracted him from Stephen's next action.

The action of inserting his cock up his ass.

“Relax, Finn. Just relax and enjoy.” He soothed. How the hell did he think he was going to do that with Ian sucking the life out of him and a cock invading his ass? Finn concentrated on relaxing and, remembering what Ian had said about pushing out, tried doing that also. Hot damn! It was actually working! He could feel Stephen's cock slide in, but was it all the way in?

“Ah god, Ian! He took all of me—I'm all the way inside!” Ian removed his mouth from Finn's cock to ask, “How does he feel?”

“He's so tight! So goddamned tight!” Stephen grabbed Ian and the two kissed like they were the ones doing the fucking to each other, but still Finn watched, fascinated.

Stephen broke off the kiss to grab Finn's hips and begin moving, slowly at first. So slowly that the only sensation Finn has was that of being filled, emptied and filled again. But then Stephen changed directions and hit a spot that had him gripping the sheets to keep from lifting off the bed and moaning. Stephen smiled slowly.

“There we go,” he said softly and began and determined assault on that spot. Finn had no reply. The pleasure was outrageous. He could feel a hand working him and gazed down to see it was Ian jerking both of them off while making out with Stephen. For some reason it made Finn angry and he sat up and grabbed Stephen, knocking him off balance to fall forward on him.

Well, it didn't happen as graceful as he would've liked but it got the point across.

“Ian, I do believe your presence here is now superfluous.” Ian shrugged and went to sit in a chair nearby, but continued to work his cock in steady strokes. Stephen looked down at Finn. “Well, you seemed to want all my attention, now you've got it.” Oh and did he!

Stephen concentrated on finding the rhythm again. He soon had Finn gasping for air between kisses, nips and tugs. He'd even reached between them to work his cock from time to time. Also, since he didn't have to divide his time between Ian and Finn, Finn got the brunt of Stephen's sexual expertise.

It was all Finn could do to hang on and enjoy the ride. All the foreplay— all of it, including Ian was foreplay—had made it nearly impossible for him to do anything but receive. But he hadn't forgotten that he'd been told he couldn't come until Stephen had. He was not sure he could hang on much longer. Stephen hooked one of Finn's legs over an arm causing him to hit his prostrate with deadly accuracy.

“Steph- Steph-en,” he panted, “I can't…I can't…” Stephen's chocolate brown eyes burned into Finn's green ones.

“Yes. Yes you may, Finn, now!” He slammed once and then twice into Finn, still hitting that sweet, sweet spot, and they both came. As Finn's yell was swallowed by Stephen's kiss, he could feel him come in his ass, at almost the same time he felt his own cum hit him in the chin. Stephen softened the kiss and let go of Finn's leg in order to wipe the cum off his chin. They were both breathing heavily but that one small action made Finn's heart skip.

Suddenly, they both realized that Ian was talking to someone on the phone and they both looked back to see the idiot leaning back naked with the cordless phone grinning like the damn fool idiot he was.

“Oh yes, sir, Mr. Montgomery, he's definitely on the job and I'll be sure to pass that information along to him, right away, sir!”

Stephen snickered and dropped his head on Finn's chest, laughing silently.

Finn wished he knew what the joke was, but cradled Stephen's head and held him while he relived his first time with a guy in his mind.

.Sorry, it's me again. A friend of mine said that some of the slang and Spanish words may not be clear, especially since I'm using some of them as double entendres. I'm starting with some from chapter 5 so pay attention:

Mierda = Shit

`Spera = Wait (correctly in Spanish “espera”)

Romp = roll in the hay; sex (the way I use it)

Benders = two meanings—getting rip roaring drunk;

slang for homosexuals

Bomb = expensive (the way I use it)

Pissing around = getting drunk; goofing off

Gorm = absolute idiot

All Mouth

No Trousers = All talk no action

Cállate = Shut up (familiar or rudely)

On The Job = I can mean just that or having sex

Just e-mail me if you have a question. I don't bite.

Most days anyway.

Good reading!