Silver Foxes and Shared Desires

Malcy and Pete are an elderly gay couple who have been together for 20 years, 17 of which were spent as a married couple. They are still very happy together and very much in love, but their sex life is nonexistent. This is partially because Malcy suffers from Erectile Dysfunction and also has difficulty in exciting his partner. Malcy suggests that Pete seek a younger, virile male to help him have good sex again. Malcy would approve of this arrangement so long as it was purely for sex only and that he could watch any sex acts between them. Jointly, they set up a profile for Pete using a well-known gay dating app to find someone. Malcy, whilst involved in helping to find the ‘extra’ man, will play no part in the sex. He will, though, with both parties' permission, watch as a cuckold and will be placed in chastity to avoid being tempted to participate. Pete and Malcy invite Justin to their house.

**The Arrangement** The doorbell rang. Pete adjusted his collar, his pulse quickening. Malcy sat in his armchair, legs crossed, the bulge of his chastity cage obvious beneath his slacks. His fingers tapped against the armrest—anticipation, not jealousy. Justin stepped inside, taller than his profile suggested, thick thighs straining against his jeans. His smirk was confident, his gaze flicking between them. "So," he said, tossing his jacket over the couch, "who’s first?" Pete exhaled sharply. Malcy leaned forward, voice steady. "Just him. You’ll do whatever he wants. And I’ll watch." Justin’s grin widened. He grabbed Pete’s wrist, yanking him close. "You like being told what to do, old man?" Pete’s breath hitched as Justin’s hand slid down to his ass, squeezing hard. Malcy’s cock twitched uselessly in its cage. "Good," Justin murmured, pulling Pete’s belt loose. "Now bend over."

Malcy was impressed with Justin's command of the situation and looked forward to seeing how he used and abused Pete’s fit body. Whilst he wouldn't participate in any of the sex Malcy was keen to understand how he himself might be degraded and humiliated

Justin’s fingers dug into Pete’s hips as he shoved him face-down over the arm of the couch. The older man gasped, his back arching instinctively as Justin’s palm cracked across his ass—once, twice—leaving reddened skin in its wake. Malcy’s breath caught, his own thighs tensing as he watched Pete shudder under the younger man’s touch. “Still tight for an old guy,” Justin mused, kneading Pete’s cheeks before spreading them roughly. His thumb circled Pete’s hole, pressing just enough to make him whimper. “Bet you haven’t been stretched like this in years.” Malcy’s cock strained against the chastity cage, a dull ache of frustration. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on the way Justin’s thick fingers worked Pete open—slow, deliberate, cruel in their precision. Justin glanced over his shoulder, catching Malcy’s gaze. “You like watching him take it?” He smirked, twisting his fingers deeper until Pete moaned. “Maybe next time I’ll make *you* lick him clean.” Malcy’s pulse jumped. The humiliation burned hot, delicious. He nodded eagerly. Justin chuckled, unbuckling his belt. “Good. Now pay attention.”

You need to understand Justin, that Pete has been a very naughty boy of late. Not doing his chores and being rude. He deserves some punishment as well as some pleasure said Malcy. Thats not true said Pete! It's Malcy thats been the naughty one. He is in need of a severe thrashing and no pleasure. Now boys no bickering said Justin. I'm in charge and will decide what's best for both of you.

Justin’s grip tightened on Pete’s hips, holding him in place as he leaned down, his breath hot against Pete’s ear. “Sounds like *both* of you need discipline.” His free hand trailed down Pete’s spine, nails scraping lightly before landing another sharp smack. Pete hissed, his cock twitching against the couch. Malcy squirmed in his chair, the chastity cage pressing uncomfortably against his swollen flesh. “Justin—” “Quiet.” Justin’s voice was firm, his fingers hooking into Pete’s waistband and yanking his pants down to his thighs. “You’ll get your turn.” He traced the reddened skin of Pete’s ass, then delivered another stinging slap—harder this time. Pete groaned, his fingers clawing at the cushions. Justin turned his attention to Malcy, arching a brow. “You want him punished?” He dragged his thumb over Pete’s hole, slick with spit from earlier. “Or do you want to prove you’re worse?” Malcy swallowed hard, his pulse racing. “I—I deserve it more.” Justin smirked. “Good answer.” He pulled Pete upright by the hair, shoving him toward Malcy. “On your knees. Show him how sorry you are.” Pete hesitated, but Justin’s hand landed on his ass again—a warning. He dropped between Malcy’s legs, fingers trembling as he unbuckled the cage. Justin crossed his arms. “Now *beg*.”

Yes Sir both Pete and Malcy said in unison. You're in charge. You're the Master. You decide what happens to each of us. Our bodies are for you to do with as you wish. We're both very submissive.

Justin’s smirk deepened as he circled them, the leather of his belt creaking in his grip. “Good boys.” He dragged the tip of the belt down Pete’s spine, making him shiver, then tapped it against Malcy’s flushed cheek. “But words are easy. Let’s see how well you *mean* it.” Pete’s fingers fumbled with Malcy’s cage, finally freeing his aching cock. He licked his lips, glancing up at Justin for approval before wrapping his mouth around Malcy’s length. Malcy gasped, hips jerking—only for Justin’s hand to clamp down on his thigh, nails biting in. “Don’t move.” Justin’s voice was low, dangerous. He pressed the flat of the belt against Pete’s tongue, forcing it deeper into Malcy’s throat. Pete gagged, tears welling as Justin held him there. “Suck him like you mean it. And Malcy—” He leaned in, teeth grazing Malcy’s ear. “You come before I say, and I’ll tie you down and edge you for hours.” Malcy whimpered, fists clenching as Pete’s throat worked around him. Justin stepped back, unbuckling his own pants with a slow, deliberate click. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, stroking his thick cock. “Both of you.” They obeyed instantly—Pete’s lips still stretched around Malcy, Malcy’s gaze locked on Justin’s hand moving lazily over his shaft. Justin chuckled. “Now *that’s* submission.”

Malcy was shocked. His pleasure wasn't in the game plan. Pete was the one supposed to be experiencing Justin's hot body. Malcy was supposed to just watch. To be degraded. Humiliated. Embarrassed.

Malcy’s breath hitched as Pete’s tongue swirled around his cock, the wet heat making his thighs tremble. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go—he was meant to be the one denied, forced to watch Pete take everything Justin had to give. But now Justin’s dark eyes were locked onto *him*, watching every twitch of his body like a predator savoring prey. “Surprised?” Justin murmured, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head of his own cock before pressing it against Malcy’s lips. “Open.” The command was soft, but Malcy knew better than to hesitate. He parted his lips, letting Justin slide his thumb inside, the taste bitter and salty on his tongue. Pete moaned around Malcy’s shaft, the vibrations sending sparks up his spine. Justin’s grip tightened in Pete’s hair, yanking him back just enough to expose Malcy’s glistening cock. “Look at him,” Justin ordered, dragging Pete’s chin up. “See how hard he is for you? Pathetic.” Malcy’s face burned, but his hips jerked involuntarily, craving more friction. Justin laughed, low and cruel. “You *want* this, don’t you? Even though you don’t deserve it.” He pressed the tip of his cock against Pete’s spit-slicked lips. “Suck me while he watches. Let him see what he’ll never get.” Pete obeyed instantly, taking Justin deep, his throat working greedily. Malcy whimpered, torn between shame and arousal as Justin’s free hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him in time with Pete’s bobbing head. “You’re *both* mine,” Justin growled, his grip tightening. “And I’ll ruin you however I fucking please.”

The two men should have known from their last session in the park just how demanding, how controlling Justin would be. Neither Pete or Malcy would be able to stop him doing what he wanted with their bodies. They feared they would be sore and wrecked by the end of the evening!

Justin’s fingers twisted in Pete’s hair, forcing him to take his cock deeper, until tears streaked down his flushed cheeks. Malcy watched, breath ragged, as Justin’s other hand worked him ruthlessly—stroking, squeezing, thumb pressing just under the head in a way that made his vision blur. “Remember the park?” Justin’s voice was a dark purr, his hips rolling into Pete’s mouth. “How you both begged for more, even when I had you shaking?” He tightened his grip on Malcy’s cock, twisting his wrist just enough to make him gasp. “You’re *still* begging. Look at you.” Pete gagged around Justin’s length, spit dripping down his chin as Justin fucked his throat in shallow, relentless thrusts. Malcy’s thighs trembled, his cock twitching in Justin’s grasp—too close, too fast, but powerless to stop it. Justin smirked. “You think you’re getting off that easy?” He released Malcy abruptly, leaving him aching, and dragged Pete up by the hair. “Switch.” Pete scrambled to obey, lips swollen and wet, but Justin shoved him onto his knees facing Malcy. “Suck him again. Slow.” His palm cracked against Pete’s ass, leaving a stinging red mark. “And Malcy—touch him. Everywhere *but* his cock.” Malcy’s hands shook as he reached for Pete’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Justin circled them, belt creaking in his grip. “Good. Now—” He pressed the leather against Pete’s parted lips. “Bite down. Hard.” Pete whimpered but obeyed, teeth sinking into the belt as Justin lined himself up behind him. “You’ll both take what I give you,” Justin growled, pushing in without warning. Pete’s scream was muffled by the leather, his body arching as Justin filled him in one brutal thrust. Malcy’s cock throbbed, untouched now but aching, as Justin set a punishing pace. “And you—” Justin grabbed Malcy’s hair, yanking him forward until his face was inches from Pete’s straining cock. “Watch. And *wait*.” Malcy’s stomach twisted with dread—and anticipation. Justin wasn’t done with them yet. Not even close.

Malcy was in tears watching his poor husband abused and impaled on Justin's massive cock. Was this really what they signed up for? Pete seeing the tears winked at Malcy indicating he was okay and indeed enjoying this. Malcy and Pete's own erections were another indication of how good this was. Malcy longed to be further humiliated and belittled.

Justin’s thrusts grew rougher, each snap of his hips forcing Pete’s muffled cries into the belt between his teeth. Malcy’s tears streaked hot down his cheeks, but his cock twitched against his thigh—betraying him. Pete’s wink was barely perceptible, his eyes glazed with pleasure despite the rough treatment. His own erection bobbed untouched, pre-cum dripping onto the floor. Justin noticed Malcy’s gaze lingering and smirked. “Pathetic,” he sneered, dragging Malcy’s face closer to Pete’s cock with a sharp tug of his hair. “You want to taste him, don’t you? Beg for it.” Malcy’s breath hitched. “P-please,” he stammered, humiliation burning through him. “Let me… lick him.” Justin laughed, grinding deep into Pete before pulling out abruptly. He shoved Pete forward, forcing his cock against Malcy’s lips. “Go on. Show me how desperate you are.” Malcy didn’t hesitate, tongue lapping at the salty-sweet head while Justin watched, amused. “Good boy,” Justin taunted, unbuckling his belt with a sharp snap. “Now get on your knees. Both of you.” Pete collapsed beside Malcy, panting, his ass still red from Justin’s earlier spanking. Justin loomed over them, stroking his own cock lazily. “Open wide,” he ordered, pressing the tip against Malcy’s lips first. “You’ll swallow every drop—then clean Pete’s mess off the floor.” Malcy moaned around him, shame and arousal twisting tighter. This was exactly what he craved.

Malcy couldnt believe what was happening. He'd signed up for pleasure for his husband yet both were now receiving extreme amounts of both pleasure and humiliation from Justin. Malcy hoped his husband was enjoying the session as much as he was. "Sir" said Pete. "I'm sorry but I need to go for a pee."

Justin’s grip tightened in Malcy’s hair, keeping his mouth stretched wide around his cock as he glanced down at Pete. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “You *need* to go?” Justin repeated, voice dripping with mock sympathy. He pulled his cock from Malcy’s lips with a wet pop, leaving him gasping. “Funny. Because I think what you *need* is right here.” He tapped Pete’s swollen cock with the tip of his belt. Pete shuddered, shifting uncomfortably on his knees. “Please, sir—I really can’t hold it.” Malcy watched, pulse racing, as Justin circled Pete like a predator. He grabbed Pete’s chin, forcing his head up. “Then don’t.” Pete’s breath hitched. “W-what?” Justin’s fingers trailed down Pete’s chest, over his trembling stomach, stopping just above his cock. “You heard me. Let go.” Malcy’s throat went dry. He could see the conflict in Pete’s eyes—shame warring with arousal—before Justin’s hand slid lower, cupping him possessively. “Do it,” Justin ordered, squeezing just enough to make Pete whimper. “Right here. Right now.” Pete’s hips jerked, a broken moan escaping as the first hot spurt hit the floor. Malcy’s cock throbbed, his own humiliation twisting into something darker, hotter, as Justin forced Pete’s face toward the mess. “Clean it,” Justin growled. “Lick it up like the desperate slut you are.” Pete hesitated—only for a second—before obeying, tongue lapping at the puddle beneath him. Justin turned to Malcy, belt creaking in his grip. “Your turn.” He pressed the leather against Malcy’s lips. “Open.” Malcy didn’t resist. He knew better. Justin smirked. “Good boy.”

Oh my God that was so hot thought malcy. Pete has never been keen on watersports when were together. He's always been repulsed by it. Maybe we've turned a kink corner? All Justin needs to do now is to get Pete interested and enjoying bare bottom spanking and this whole session will have been 100% worthwhile.

Justin’s belt slid deeper into Malcy’s mouth, the taste of leather and sweat thick on his tongue. He watched, pulse hammering, as Pete lapped at the floor—his own piss glistening under the dim light. Justin leaned down, gripping Pete’s hair to yank his head up. “You like that, don’t you?” His thumb swiped over Pete’s wet lips. “Admit it.” Pete’s breath shuddered. “Y-yes, sir.” Malcy moaned around the belt, hips twitching. He’d never seen Pete like this—submissive, *hungry*—and it sent a rush of heat straight to his cock. Justin chuckled, pulling the belt free with a slick drag. “Now for the fun part.” He turned Pete roughly, exposing his still-red ass. “Count.” The first crack of Justin’s palm made Pete gasp. “One!” Malcy licked his lips, watching the way Pete’s thighs trembled. The second slap came harder, leaving a darker flush. “T-two!” Justin’s hand landed again, fingers digging into the heated skin. Pete arched, a choked moan slipping out. Malcy couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, sir—please let me touch him.” Justin paused, amused. “Beg properly.” Malcy dropped his forehead to the floor. “Please, sir—let me rub his ass while you spank him. Let me *feel* him break.” Justin’s grin was sharp. “Good answer.” He grabbed Malcy’s wrist, shoving his hand between Pete’s thighs. “Make him squirm.” Malcy’s fingers pressed into Pete’s hot flesh just as Justin’s palm came down again—harder, meaner. Pete sobbed, hips jerking. “F-four!” Malcy’s cock ached. *This* was the session he’d dreamed of.

Malcy loved that Pete wasn't objecting too strongly to being spanked - spanked hard. Malcy was dripping precum at the sight of his husband being spanked by another man. Maybe now he'd understand why he himself enjoyed it, no, craved it so much. Malcy's hope was that Pete would now understand and readily spank his bottom when he'd been naughty or brattish. Maybe introducing cuckoldry and a third man to their relationship was going to be far more successful than either of them imagined.

Malcy’s fingers dug into Pete’s ass, kneading the reddening flesh as Justin delivered another sharp slap. Pete’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock dripping onto the floor beneath him. “F-five!” Pete choked out, his voice breaking. Malcy couldn’t tear his eyes away—the way Pete’s body arched, the way his thighs trembled, the way his cock twitched with every strike. *He’s loving this.* The realization sent a fresh wave of heat through Malcy’s veins. Justin smirked, pausing to drag his fingers over Pete’s swollen skin. “Look at him,” he murmured, catching Malcy’s gaze. “Taking it like a fucking champ.” Malcy swallowed hard, his own cock throbbing. “He’s—he’s never let me do this before.” Justin chuckled, delivering another stinging smack. “Six!” Pete yelped, his hips jerking forward. “Because you weren’t *mean* enough,” Justin taunted, gripping Pete’s hair to wrench his head back. “You gotta make him *feel* it.” Malcy’s breath hitched. He’d never seen Pete like this—desperate, *needy*—and the sight was fucking intoxicating. Justin leaned in, his lips brushing Pete’s ear. “Next time he’s bratty, you know what to do, don’t you?” Pete whimpered, nodding frantically. Malcy’s stomach tightened. *Yes.* This was exactly what he’d wanted—what they *both* needed. Justin’s hand landed again, harder. “Seven!” Pete’s moan was pure surrender. Malcy’s cock pulsed, his own submission twisting into something darker, hotter. Justin grinned. “Now *that’s* progress.”

Malcy watched his husband's reactions to the spanking. He was giving every indication that he'd be up for spanking him once they were alone together. Malcy wondered if Justin might be game for teaching Pete how to spank him before he left? How could you steer the session that way without it seeming as though he was controlling things. He needed to Justin to think that it was his idea. If only he could get Pete to thrash his bare bottom that would be heavenly thought Malcy. His ultimate fantasy would be getting his bottom thrashed by his husband whilst strapped immovable to their bed.

Malcy’s fingers lingered on Pete’s heated skin, tracing the welts Justin had left. He bit his lip, watching Pete’s cock twitch—*he’s getting off on this*. The thought sent a jolt through him. Justin paused, tilting Pete’s chin up. “You’re taking it so well,” he mused, thumb pressing into Pete’s lower lip. “Bet you could give as good as you get.” Malcy’s pulse spiked. *Yes.* Pete blinked up at Justin, breathless. “I—I don’t know how.” Justin smirked, glancing at Malcy. “Sounds like someone needs a lesson.” Malcy’s stomach flipped. He kept his voice soft, submissive. “Sir… if you think he’s ready.” Justin’s grip tightened in Pete’s hair. “Oh, he’s ready.” He dragged Pete upright, turning him toward Malcy. “Show him how it’s done.” Pete hesitated, but his fingers flexed—curious, eager. Justin leaned in, voice dropping. “Start slow. Make him *beg* for it.” Malcy shuddered, his cock aching. This was it—his fantasy unfolding. He dropped to his knees, ass bared, and pressed his forehead to the floor. “Please… teach him, sir.” Justin chuckled, guiding Pete’s hand to Malcy’s exposed skin. “First rule—*listen*.” Pete’s palm landed, tentative at first. Justin growled. “Harder.” The next slap stung, sharp and bright. Malcy moaned, hips rocking. Justin grinned. “Now you’re getting it.” Pete’s breath hitched—his grip firmed, his strikes grew bolder. Malcy’s vision blurred. *Yes. Fuck, yes.* Justin stepped back, watching Pete’s confidence build with each smack. “Good. Now *own* him.” Pete’s hand came down harder, rougher—*just like Malcy wanted*. Justin’s voice was a dark promise. “Next time, we’ll tie him down.” Malcy’s cock leaked onto the floor. *Perfect.*

Malcy had waited an eternity for this! A proper full on spanking from his husband. Previous attempts amounted to tickles. Now Pete was really giving him pain and he was loving it. "More" he screamed. "Harder" he cried. Malcy was hoping Pete was enjoying it and would continue once Justin had left and initiate a spanking whenever he was naughty. Pete’s slippers would be perfect. But for now he was happy that Justin was showing him right way to do it. Maybe he'd even show him how to tie him up? How to properly restrain him.

Malcy’s skin burned under Pete’s strikes, each one sending waves of pleasure-pain through his body. He arched his back, pressing his ass up shamelessly. “Fuck—*yes*—just like that!” Pete’s hesitation had melted away, replaced by a hungry focus. His palm cracked down again, harder this time, and Malcy gasped, his cock dripping onto the floor. Justin circled them, watching with dark approval. “See how he *craves* it?” He gripped Pete’s shoulder, guiding his hand to land lower, right where Malcy’s thighs met his ass. “That’s the spot.” Pete obeyed, and Malcy nearly sobbed—the sharp, stinging heat was *perfect*. “More!” Malcy begged, his voice ragged. “Don’t stop—*please*—” Pete’s breath came faster, his strikes growing rhythmic, relentless. He glanced at Justin. “He—he really *likes* this.” Justin smirked. “Told you.” He stepped closer, dragging his fingers down Malcy’s spine. “Now imagine him tied down, spread open—no way to squirm away.” Malcy shuddered, his cock twitching. *God, yes.* Pete’s eyes darkened. “Show me.” Justin grabbed Malcy’s wrists, pinning them to the small of his back. “Like this.” He nodded to Pete. “Use your belt.” Pete fumbled with the buckle, but his hands steadied as he looped the leather around Malcy’s wrists, pulling tight. Malcy whimpered—the restraint sent a fresh thrill through him. Justin leaned in, his breath hot on Malcy’s ear. “Now *really* make him feel it.” Pete didn’t hesitate. His hand came down hard, over and over, until Malcy’s skin was flushed, his moans desperate. Justin chuckled. “Next time, we’ll use your slippers.” Malcy’s hips jerked. *Fuck. Yes.* Pete grinned, landing another sharp smack. “Oh, there’ll be a next time.” Malcy’s vision blurred—this was *everything* he’d wanted. And it was only the beginning.

Pete continued thrashing his partners arse until it was bright crimson all over. Malcy was sobbing in pain but at the same time in ecstasy. What had started as an exercise to give Pete sexual pleasure had resulted in Malcy reaching a sub space never before experienced. Justin congratulated Pete on a job well done and said now it's your turn. But there will be no pain, only pleasure as I fuck you and please you for the rest of the night. All Malcy can do is watch and be jealous.

Pete’s hand came down in one final, brutal smack—Malcy’s ass was a deep, throbbing red, the heat radiating through his entire body. Tears streaked his face, but his cock was rock-hard, dripping onto the floor beneath him. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his mind floating somewhere beyond thought—pure, blissful *submission*. Justin ran an approving hand over Pete’s shoulder. “Fucking *perfect*,” he murmured, squeezing. “Now it’s your turn.” He turned Pete toward the bed, pushing him down onto the edge. “No pain this time—just pleasure.” Malcy whimpered, still bound, his wrists straining against the belt. He watched, aching with jealousy, as Justin knelt between Pete’s spread thighs. Justin’s fingers traced Pete’s cock, already stiff from the power he’d wielded. “You earned this,” he growled before swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Pete’s head fell back with a groan, his hips jerking. “Fuck—*Justin*—” Malcy squirmed, his own neglected cock twitching. The sight of Pete unraveling under Justin’s mouth was almost too much—the way Justin’s tongue circled, the obscene wet sounds, Pete’s fingers tangling in his hair. Justin pulled off with a smirk. “Not done yet.” He flipped Pete onto his stomach, spreading his cheeks. A slick finger pressed in, curling just right—Pete shuddered, his moan muffled against the sheets. Malcy’s breath hitched. *God, I want that.* Justin added another finger, stretching Pete open with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Gonna fuck you so deep,” he promised, his voice rough. “Make you *feel* it.” Pete’s hips rocked back, desperate. “*Please*—” Justin lined up and pushed in with one smooth roll of his hips. Pete cried out, his back arching as Justin filled him, inch by inch. Malcy watched, transfixed—the way Justin’s muscles flexed with each thrust, the way Pete’s body yielded, the way their sweat-slick skin glowed in the dim light. Justin’s pace was relentless, his grip bruising on Pete’s hips. “That’s it—take it,” he growled. “All of it.” Pete’s moans were ragged, his cock leaking onto the sheets. Malcy’s own arousal burned hotter—helpless, bound, *denied*. Justin’s thrusts grew erratic, his rhythm breaking. “Gonna come inside you,” he warned, his voice raw. Pete shuddered, his own climax ripping through him untouched, spilling onto the bed as Justin drove into him one last time with a groan. Malcy’s cock ached—*he* wanted to be fucked like that. Justin pulled out, breathless, and smirked at Malcy’s desperate expression. “Next time,” he promised darkly. “You’ll *beg* for it.” Malcy whimpered. *Fuck yes.*

Malcy couldnt have felt more pleased. This is exactly what he wanted for Pete. He wanted him to feel the pleasure of a rock hard youthful cock. Justin was meeting his expectations and more. He only hoped Pete would carry on loving him and not expect what Justin had provided every time. He felt so helpless tied up but equally helpless in that he was unable provide Pete with anything like the pleasure Justin had. After Justin finished emptying his seed into Pete’s ass hole he withdrew and immediately got Malcy to clean his cock.

Justin pulled out with a wet, satisfied sigh, his cock glistening with Pete’s release and his own. Pete lay panting, his body limp, his ass still twitching from the force of Justin’s thrusts. Malcy watched, his own neglected cock throbbing—but beneath the ache, warmth spread through him. *This was what he wanted for Pete.* The raw, unfiltered pleasure Justin could give him, the kind Malcy couldn’t replicate. Justin turned, his dark eyes locking onto Malcy’s. Without a word, he stepped closer, his cock still slick and heavy. He gripped Malcy’s hair, tilting his head back. “Clean me,” he ordered, voice rough. Malcy didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue dragging up the length of Justin’s shaft, tasting Pete, tasting *Justin*, swallowing the mingled salt and musk. His own arousal spiked—helpless, *used*, but so fucking *good*. Justin groaned, his fingers tightening. “That’s it—take it all.” Malcy hollowed his cheeks, sucking him clean with desperate hunger. Pete stirred on the bed, watching through half-lidded eyes. His voice was wrecked. “Fuck… Malcy…” Malcy pulled off with a wet pop, glancing up at Pete. The love in Pete’s gaze was unmistakable—gratitude, exhaustion, *devotion*. Justin smirked, running his thumb over Malcy’s swollen lips. “Still jealous?” Malcy shook his head, breathless. “No.” Pete reached for him, fingers brushing his shoulder. “Come here.” Justin undid the belt, freeing Malcy’s wrists. Malcy crawled onto the bed, collapsing beside Pete, their bodies pressed together, sweat-slick and spent. Justin watched them, satisfaction curling his lips. “Next time,” he said, “I’ll fuck *you* like that.” Malcy shivered—not with fear, but *want*. Pete kissed his temple, murmuring against his skin, “I’ll always love *you*.” Malcy closed his eyes. *Perfect.*

The three of them were exhausted and very soon fell fast asleep on the bed spooning each other, naked with no sheets. Malcy snd Pete had no idea how much time had passed when they stirred but it was dark when they lay down and now there was sunlight streaming thru the blinds. There was no sign of Justin. The both turned to each an entered into a huge embrace and tongue hunched kiss. "That was amazing" said Pete. I hope we can do it again real soon.

Malcy melted into Pete’s kiss, their tongues sliding together lazily, tasting each other—still sticky with sweat, still humming from last night’s intensity. The sunlight painted stripes across Pete’s bare chest, and Malcy traced them with his fingertips, savoring the warmth. “Justin’s gone,” Pete murmured against his lips, nipping lightly. Malcy glanced at the empty space beside them, the sheets still rumpled from Justin’s weight. “Didn’t even say goodbye,” he teased, though his pulse kicked at the memory of Justin’s promise. *Next time.* Pete rolled onto him, pinning him to the mattress with a grin. “You liked watching him fuck me,” he said, voice low. His cock, already half-hard, pressed against Malcy’s thigh. Malcy arched up, grinding against him. “Loved it.” He hooked a leg around Pete’s waist, pulling him closer. “But I love *this* more.” Pete’s hand slid between them, wrapping around both their cocks, stroking slow and tight. Malcy gasped, his hips jerking. “Fuck—*Pete*—” Pete kissed him again, swallowing his moans as their bodies moved together, slick and desperate. The bed creaked beneath them, the scent of sex still thick in the air. Malcy’s fingers dug into Pete’s shoulders. “Come on me,” he begged. “Mark me.” Pete’s rhythm stuttered, his breath ragged. “Yeah? You want it?” Malcy nodded, biting his lip. “*Please*.” Pete groaned, his release spilling hot between them, painting Malcy’s stomach. The sight—the *claim*—sent Malcy over the edge, his own climax ripping through him with a choked cry. They collapsed together, sticky and sated. Pete nuzzled his neck. “We’re calling Justin back tonight.” Malcy laughed breathlessly. “*Hell* yes.”