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I kiss David on the top of his golden curls and whisper that I love him. It's sort of a gold star from the teacher as his reward for exceptional effort.
"I love you too, Richard," he gasps, still a bit out of breath from the long, energetic blowjob he just gave me. I pull him up the rest of the way until he is lying right on top of me and we can kiss properly.
I taste my cum.
"So how are you doing?" I ask him. "Do you need a nap now?"
"No. I'm good."
We lie together in silence, enjoying our warm closeness. I adore this boy, and though I owe it to him, I don't quite know how to broach the subject of the other boy I now love as well.
"We should talk about Cory," David says, and I react in surprise. I take the easy way out and let him lead.
"What about him?"
"He's pretty great, don't you think?"
"Yes he is," I agree, still wary of where David might be going with this.
"I never met a boy so hot for sex," he says. "Right from the first second. When I got him up to the bathroom yesterday he already had a boner. I thought it was just because he had to pee real bad, but after he did that he grabbed mine and made it a boner too, and he got all giggly and said, 'Let's mess around!'"
I give a short laugh of surprise. "Hell, I assumed that you came on to him!"
David grins in return. "I was going to, but he beat me to it! He pulled my swimming suit right down and started blowing me right in the bathroom. Then after a few minutes he asked me if I ever fucked a boy in the butt."
"Wow," is all I can say.
"I took him into the guest room so we could use the bed, but except for that I didn't have to tell him anything. He already knew it all."
"What about with me?" I ask. "Did you talk him into that?"
"Didn't have to. I fucked him until I came, and then I blew him until he came, and then when we were resting afterward he started talking about how cool and sexy you are, and did I ever mess around with you."
"What did you tell him?"
"That we're boyfriends!" David says with a laugh. "I sure didn't have to hide anything from him. I told him you fuck me deep and hard every time we get the chance!"
"And that's when you started plotting together to get into my pants!" I tease.
"Yep!" David smugly says. "We didn't know it would happen that fast, but he definitely wanted it."
I look warily into his eyes.
"Is everything OK with you and me?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"Well, we're kind of special to each other now. I'm a little concerned about Cory coming along and causing some jealousy."
"I'm sorry, Richard," he says with a frown. "I didn't think of that. Are you jealous because I have feelings for Cory?"
My eyes widen. "You have feelings for Cory?"
"Well yeah," he says. "Isn't that what we're talking about? He's the most amazing kid I ever met and it hit me in, like, one second that I like him, you know, the boyfriend way."
I stare at David for several beats until he adds,"You too though, right? Because you sure look at him like you do."
I sheepishly smile. "I guess I'm pretty obvious about it," I say, and then in mild panic, "Oh shit! Do you think his Mom knows?"
"Are you kidding? She thinks Cory and me are innocent little boys, and that you have a girlfriend. Hey, how did you get Miss McCutcheon to pretend that for you anyway? Did you tell her about us?"
"No! Of course not. She thinks I like grownup men. And she's not exactly pretending for me, either. We just like going out places and people assume we must be together."
"That works out good though, huh?"
"Yeah, but I feel kind of bad," I say. "I think she kind of hopes that I'll come around, and eventually be her real boyfriend."
"She just doesn't get boylovers, does she?"
"No, but hardly anybody does," I say. "She probably doesn't know that boylovers even exist."
David takes my hand and leans in to kiss me on the cheek.
"I sure know it," he says. "And I'm sure glad."
"Me too, baby," I say and initiate another good, solid kiss.
"Can three guys be boyfriends together?" David asks.
"I've heard of it before," I say, "with adult gays, but I think a lot of times it doesn't end well."
"What does that mean?"
"When a relationship goes wrong and the couple breaks up, people say, 'It didn't end well.' That's something called a euphemism. It's a nicer way of saying that they got all jealous and mad and ended up hating each other."
"But why?" David exclaims. "It makes me so happy to be boyfriends with you! Why would I ever hate you?"
"I'm not talking about us," I say carefully, hugging him more tightly. "You're the very best thing I've ever had in my life David, and I will love you forever. But sometimes when a third person gets involved one guy might start to think that the other one likes the third person more than he likes them."
I watch the gears turn behind David's eyes as he unpacks it.
"You mean if Cory is the third boyfriend with us I might end up liking him better than you?"
"That's the worry, yeah," I say, wondering exactly when I turned into a middle-school girl.
"I'll love you forever too, Richard," he says with childlike certainty. "You don't have to worry."
"Do you want Cory to be boyfriends with us?" I ask, focusing intently on his blue, blue eyes. They sure look sincere.
"I think I do, yeah," he gently says. "But not if it makes you feel bad. Tell you what. You decide. If you don't want Cory to be with us then that's OK with me."
"I do," I admit, "kind of a lot, but it's not that simple either. Cory has to want it too."
"I'm pretty sure he does," David flatly states. "He said the word 'love' like fifty times when we were all doin' it last night."
"Yeah, but does a kid his age really know what that means?"
"I'm his age," David says, a bit insulted. "I sure know what it means."
"Yes, but you're a lot more mature than Cory is. You've been dealing with men and sex for years already."
"But I was never in love until I met you."
I gasp as our eyes lock. I am so moved I can barely breathe.
"I'm three times your age and I never was either. Until you."
He clutches me to him and presses the best kiss on me I've ever had. We moan and gasp together, getting completely revved up again in seconds.
"Climb up here and fuck my face," I urge and he giggles, for this is one of his favorite things. In two seconds he is straddling my neck, gripping my head tightly, his rock-hard four inches fully in my mouth. It has grown nearly an inch in the year I've known him and now it fills my mouth wonderfully. His firm flat belly undulates against my forehead and his soft hairless balls bump rhythmically against my chin.
I absolutely revel in pleasing him.
David has a power, a magnetism, that I have been utterly unable to resist since the instant he walked into my office nearly a year ago. It comes through on screen as well, drawing in everyone who witnesses it. This is how I know he can be, and will be, a star.
Professionally he will inevitably outgrow me, probably sooner than his body will outgrow my desire for it, but for now I get to be with him and I am grateful for whatever time I may have.
He thrusts with wonderful, infectious energy. I have given this boy dozens of orgasms and I can tell the one that's coming will be a monster. In record time he buries himself and begins to shudder and shake with his feeling. There is no fluid, and won't be for another year or more, but I eagerly drink in his passion.
David rolls away to his usual cuddle-place next to me, wriggling up tight and sighing when I place an après l' orgasme kiss on top of his head.
"I could take that nap now," he says, punctuating the sentence with a yawn.
"OK, baby," I say, making a tiny adjustment so that his shoulder tucks more comfortably into my side. I am content to be David's pillow for a while, knowing that as soundly as he sleeps I can sneak away in a bit without waking him. I tenderly trace my fingertips along the smooth soft skin of his hip and thigh, lulling him quickly to dreamland. I smile as I gaze upon him in slumber, my love never stronger.
I must not fuck this up, because I would never stop blaming myself.
It looks like we're actually going to try a three-way relationship with Cory, but who knows how David will feel when the novelty wears off? Will he become jealous if I show Cory too much interest? Or will he develop greater feelings for Cory than he has for me?
And what might Cory think of this plan? Will he accept sharing his lover, whichever of us he considers that to be? What if he isn't serious about either of us?
That would actually be the easiest thing, to just have Cory as a guest-star in our lovemaking sessions. I wouldn't be able to help feeling rejected but I'd know I could retreat into the shelter of David's love and get through it. The practical part of me roots for that to happen…
…but my heart wants it to be love.
I answer the front doorbell for Wanda and David. She offers her usual disdainful sneer but David is all smiles and loving eyes.
"Richard!" he cries and runs into my arms, dropping his backpack so he can hug me properly. In our now-customary greeting I lift him into my arms and plant a deep, loving kiss on his wonderful lips. I feel like I haven't kissed him in a month but it was only last Sunday.
"Ugh," Wanda grunts. "I'll never get used to that."
"Then don't look," I say without breaking my gaze with David. Just to rub it in I kiss him again before placing him back on his feet.
"Is Cory here yet?" David breathlessly asks.
"He sure is," I reply with a grin of my own. "Got here about an hour ago, and he's asked about you every five minutes since."
"Oh boy!" David enthuses. "Where is he?"
"In the pool. Why don't you put on your suit and join him?"
"I already have it on!" he exclaims, and yanks down his elastic-waisted shorts to reveal tight red swim briefs, which nicely outline his junk. Theatrically I wave him toward the patio doors.
"Then get out there!" I laugh and turn an indulgent smile toward Wanda, forgetting for a moment that she isn't a normal adult who would be amused by this display of childish enthusiasm. Her scowl wipes the grin off my face.
David steps out of his shorts and sandals and darts past me, peeling off his t-shirt and dropping it on the floor as he goes. Wanda, of course, makes no effort to pick up after her son, so I do. It helps me ignore her glare.
"Who the hell is Cory?" she demands, following me to the patio door.
I gesture toward the two beautiful boys frolicking in the water.
"Cory Wolfram," I say, "stage name Cory Wolf. He plays David's estranged best friend in the movie."
"What is he doing here? You know what I said about splitting your focus away from David."
"It is for David. Cory's Mom was nice enough to bring him over to rehearse with us," I explain. "They have several pivotal scenes together, and neither one is very experienced."
"Then where's the Mom?"
"On her way home. She's a single mother and she works weekends."
"So the kid is staying the weekend?"
"Yes. Time's running out, Wanda. We start shooting in two weeks."
"And I'm supposed to believe that you and two boys alone in this house for a whole weekend is about rehearsal?"
I flare and turn angry eyes at her.
"Yes, Wanda! We are here to rehearse! Anything else that happens is none of your fucking business!"
"Watch your mouth, pervert!" she spits. "Don't forget I can ruin you with one phone call!"
"Not right now you can't," I say. "There's way too much on the line. You need this movie to go well, and you need me to make that happen."
"I won't need you forever," she says in controlled fury. "Once David is established…"
"You still won't do shit!" I sneer, my patience with this cunt finally boiled over. "You're in this just as deep as I am."
"What?" she says smugly. "You think they'll believe anything you say? You raped my little boy! I could stab you to death and they'd give me a medal."
"Yeah, but now I've got somethin' solid on you too, Wanda, something you do not want me to bring out!"
She can't hide the surprise in her beady little eyes, or the hint of fear she can't keep out of her voice.
"What are you talking about?"
"A Doomsday weapon," I say. "Mutually assured destruction. But don't worry yet. I won't fuck you up unless you fuck me up first."
"You're bluffing," she says, defiance back in her voice.
"Try me," I say. "Maybe we'll end up in adjoining cells."
Wanda is clearly taken aback, the wheels spinning madly behind her eyes.
"C'mon, I'll show you," I say with a taunting smile, leading the way to my home office. "It might actually be fun to pop you like a party balloon."
Apprehensively she follows me inside and I close the door for privacy.
It's better if the boys don't know.
I carefully shield the keypad on my wall safe so Wanda can't see, though it doesn't matter much since I have two backup copies, including one in a bank vault. I insert the video cassette into my new editing deck and press Play. She recoils as an image comes on the monitor of David and me naked in my bed. David is idly playing with my half-stiff cock while he tells his story.
I truly hate showing her my naked, aroused body, much less an intimate moment with her son, but it's necessary to impress upon her the enormous impact this evidence would have if it got out. She needs to be shocked.
"Mom could tell right away that you liked boys and you thought I was hot, so when she made an excuse to leave us alone that was my cue to go for it."
Wanda gasps loudly and she has to sit down. She doesn't say a word or turn her eyes from the screen.
"That's how she always does it, makes some excuse to leave me alone with the guy so I can get him to do stuff to me."
"So it was all Wanda's idea for you to suck and fuck your way into Hollywood?" I ask David on the tape.
"Well, yeah. I was only seven the first time and I didn't know nothin' about sex and pedos and all that."
We watch in silence, Wanda aghast and me smug, up to the point where David says,
"After a while Mom had enough of magazine work. She wanted me acting, so she took me to this theater agent named Walter-something and he fucked me too."
"Enough!" she finally cries, and I have mercy and touch Stop.
"You— You staged that! You did some kind of sick Svengali thing to get him to do it!"
"No I didn't," I say, my smugness reaching new heights. "And no court would ever believe I did. Why would I stage something that shows me right there on screen breaking the law myself? This tape puts both of us in prison, Wanda, plus it ruins any chance of David ever having a career. If you ever pull the trigger on me this tape goes straight to the cops. Period, end of story."
She reaches for the cassette and I casually say, "It won't do you any good. I have three copies in three different places, all under lock and key. There's nothing you can do, Wanda. You're as fucked as I am."
She sits there, deflated, for what feels like a long time. When I'm sure it has fully sunk in I move to the chair beside her and wait for her to look at me.
"This doesn't have to be a disaster," I say without anger. "Now that your bullying and arrogance are out of the way I'll explain how we can all still get what we want."
Interest enters her eyes, and a tiny flash of hope.
"I love David. He's the world to me, and I know you already believe that because he told me you said so. You may not give much of a shit about motherhood or the right thing to do for your kid, but David is gay and you owe it to him to accept that reality and love him exactly as he is. You're half a psycho but I find it hard to believe that you want your son to be unhappy."
I pause for effect.
"I want David to have the career he deserves just as much as you do, and I will still work tirelessly to help him get there. The only difference is you're not running the show any more, Wanda. I am, like I always should have been. Your bullying and verbal abuse stop right here, right now. Capisch?"
I wait until she nods a tiny acknowledgment.
"I'll do it for him," I clarify, "not for you. You will benefit as well, of course. You'll still be the mother of a big child star, with all the money and the fame and the red carpets — all the shit you say you want so badly.
"Sure, you could stop letting him stay over and I couldn't do much about it, but fucking up our relationship doesn't only punish me, it punishes David too. If he and I are unhappy the movie suffers, my already-limited influence in Hollywood gets diminished even more and David's chance slips away. Nobody wants that.
"You and I are never going to be friends Wanda, but we don't have to be enemies. It's in your own selfish interest to let me continue with David just as we are. I'll make him happy and I'll get a star performance out of him, and then the sky's the limit. Isn't that what you really want?"
Wanda stares at me, seemingly emotionless. I guess she's "processing," and I grant her that because this has been a lot all at once.
"You've got me all figured out, doncha?"
"Enough," I say with a shrug. "You think you have me pegged too, but you're wrong. I'm not a predator, Wanda. Yeah, my sexuality is about as alternative as it gets but I'm a good person in my heart. I love David and he loves me and I will always do what's best for him, and never intentionally hurt him. Somewhere behind all that ruthless ambition I think that's important to you."
"Don't get too mushy," she says, the coldness coming back into her voice now that the initial shock has worn off. "We've got each other by the short hairs so I guess it's a standoff for now, but let me ask you this, Mr. Noble Child Molester. What happens when the kid gets some short hairs of his own? You sure you won't hurt him then?"
Don't you hate it when an asshole makes a point?
I step out onto the pool deck and the boys ungrappel from their water-wrestling. They turn to me grinning.
"Richard!" Cory cries, his eyes like two fried eggs. "You're naked!"
David laughs and says, "I guess my Mom left."
"Never soon enough," I say and David giggles while Cory stares disbelieving. I stretch and fake a yawn, flexing my muscles and putting my body on full display.
"What do you guys want to do now?" I ask, pretending nonchalance.
"Skinny dip!" David cries and begins wriggling out of his swimming suit. Cory's eyes widen again.
"Swim naked?"
"Sure," I say. "Nobody can see."
"Richard and I do it all the time," David agrees, tossing his balled-up suit onto the side. "It feels amazing."
I dive in and swim underwater the few feet to Cory, where I grab his suit and start pulling it down. I can hear his giggling even under water. In seconds David's hands are there too, and between us we get the suit down and off. I use the last of my breath to pull Cory's narrow hips to me and slurp his small flaccid dick into my mouth.
"Whoa!" I hear him yelp in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. Too soon I have to surface, which disappoints me because it was just starting to fill with blood, and I love it when a boy gets hard in my mouth. I grin at him nevertheless.
"See? Amazing."
Cory jumps into my embrace and we press our wet lips together. I taste chlorine but also the primal essence of sweet, loving boy. It's familiar and passionate and brings hope to my heart that he will welcome the idea of triple-boyfriends, just as David predicted.
I feel a small hand around my rapidly-inflating cock just as David noses in for kisses too. Since Cory's arms are around my neck it must be David jerking me to hardness and I know "swimming" isn't going to last long. Cory breaks our kiss and turns to David, and the way the boys engage gives me even more hope that our thrupple might really happen.
I find Cory's little stiffie and jerk it with my thumb and forefinger. He moans into David's mouth and David squeezes me harder. Cory's hand slips under the water and when David reacts with a moan I know we are all getting simultaneously jerked. It feels very right.
I remain skeptical of the practicality of a thrupple, but I find myself really wanting it.
David breaks away and grins first at me, then Cory.
"Check this out!" he cries and takes a big gulp of air before sinking under the water. In a second Cory reacts to David's mouth engulfing him and shoots me a surprised smile.
David stays down a long time, referring to both the water and Cory's dick. Cory's expression of surprise and amazement makes me grin.
"How can he do that?" Cory asks.
"Big lungs for a little boy," I say. "He's still jerking me off, too."
David pushes off the bottom and comes up gasping for air, but grinning in triumph.
"That's the longest I ever did an underwater blowjob!" he crows as soon as he has the breath.
"Then you deserve a rest and a reward," I say.
I take him under the arms and lift him naked and dripping out of the water. I deposit him on his butt on the side, his knees wide and his feet still in the water. In one second I am down on him, eagerly sucking the pool water off of his pounding four-incher. He's very turned on judging by the throbbing, and by his loud gasp of pleasure. I work him firmly and passionately and his moans are my reward.
"You guys," Cory pleads, "can we just go do it already? I SO need to have both of you right now!"
I take my mouth off long enough to say, "You can be next."
"No!" he pleads. "In a real bed, dry and not tasting like pool water. Please you guys. I've been dreaming about it all week!"
David pushes my head away and scrambles to his feet.
"Me and Cory get the shower first!" he cries, running with short steps toward the house so as not to slip. Even after all this time his round, dripping wet butt thrills me to behold. I help Cory out of the pool and excitedly he hurries after, his much tinier, much tighter butt giving me the same chills. Neither boy remembers his discarded swimwear so I pick them up, wring them out, and follow behind.
On my back in my big bed, I look down upon the most wonderful sight I can imagine. Cory is prone between my legs working my cockhead with enthusiasm that's worth fifty times his technique. This is Cory's first attempt at sucking a truly man-sized cock and I must say I'm kind of glad he's a relative beginner. Not only does it reinforce in my mind his wonderful innocence, but surely I'd have shot a long time ago if he was any better at it.
Behind Cory David is thrusting strongly into his ass, making Cory grunt in rhythm while he sucks me off. Cory is the one who suggested this spit-roast, learned from his Cincinnati friends Jamie and Hector. He said in the pool he needed both of us but we didn't know he meant at the same time.
It works for us.
Cory holds my shaft in one small hand while his other explores my balls. He has such a gentle touch, especially in contrast to the aggressive way he works my prick with his mouth. He is fully into it, absolutely immersed in our three-way sex, and his impassioned moans get louder as David speeds up his fucking.
Both boys are getting close.
I concentrate on the signs they are both giving, because that will get me onto the fast track quicker than anything else. Between their grunts and moans and the trembling of their muscles and my own rapidly-approaching peak the sexual vibrations are soon too much to bear.
I loudly exclaim something in no Earthly language as my hips thrust upward. Cory senses what's coming and doubles down on me, tightening his lips and bracing himself for the expected jet of fluid. I spew as hard as I ever have and the jizz immediately overflows his small mouth, white creamy globs escaping at the corners. He gags a little but stays true to his task, riding me through the whole orgasm and swallowing as much as he can.
His eyes shine with pleasure and pride.
Seconds later David cries out and buries himself into Cory, pulsing and throbbing his own powerful climax.
"Oh Cory!" he cries. "Oh my God!"
He's in to the hilt but still his hips thrust and his ass clenches, over and over, until finally he strains his last and collapses onto Cory's back, heaving desperately for breath like a fish just hauled into the boat.
Summoning strength from God knows where, David takes Cory by the narrow shoulders and muscles him over, the back of his little head resting now on my wilting cock. He kisses the boy more deeply and meaningfully than I've ever seen even on screen, in a lifetime of watching movies and a decade of making them. My cum smears both of their faces and it makes me feel like I'm part of their bliss, at least in a small way.
"Be my boyfriend, Cory," David murmurs, and Cory squeals in delight.
"Really?" the boy cries. "Thank God! I've been wishing for it all week but I was scared to ask you 'cause I thought it was too soon and I'd freak you out."
They kiss again, pouring their delighted sincerity into one another, and I start to feel like a trapped third wheel, pinned at the crotch under Cory's head. I feel simultaneously rejected and intrusive, both feelings making me want to flee, but I can't without ruining their moment. I don't know what to do except lie still and pretend I'm part of the mattress.
David breaks the kiss and glances up to meet my eyes.
"There's one more surprise for you, Cory," he says, before turning his gaze back to the boy, "that makes it even better."
"It couldn't get any better," Cory says, "unless you're gonna tell me that Richard wants to be our boyfriend too. That would be the best surprise ever!"
My lungs inflate rapidly and I emit a shrill peep. I sound younger than Cory, but somehow it feels exactly right.
"I do!" I cry. "Cory! Come here!"
David releases the boy and they both crawl up into my embrace. Cory kisses me with every bit of his young heart while David grins from inches away. They swap over and David plants an absolutely fantastic one on my lips and I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. It was amazing enough to find one beautiful, sweet boy, but two!
We swap kisses in every possible combination for several minutes before we wind down into a gently comfortable three-way embrace. I gaze into Cory's beautiful clear eyes and bask in the love I see there.
"This is so cool," Cory says. "This morning I had zero boyfriends and now I have two! This is the best day ever!"
"It sure is," I say. "I never thought you guys would both be into a thrupple."
"A what?" Cory asks.
"A thrupple," David explains. "Like the words 'three' and 'couple' mashed together. Thrupple!"
Cory makes a face.
"I don't want to call it that," he says. "It sounds stupid."
"We don't have to call it anything," I say. "In fact, we shouldn't talk about it at all, except between us."
"How come?" Cory asks in disappointment. "It makes me so happy I want to tell everybody!"
"Well," I say slowly, "you know that it's against the law for a man to do sex stuff with kids, right?"
"Really? Why?"
"Because the people who make the laws are assholes," David says. "They don't want kids to make up their own minds about stuff. They want to tell us everything and make us be little robots that just do what they say."
"That's not too far from the truth," I agree. "But another part of it is they think they're protecting kids from adults who might take advantage of them. That sort of thing really does happen, but there are also adults like me who really love kids in that special way, and they express their love by pleasing each other's bodies."
"I love how you please my body, Richard," Cory says. "In fact, I have kind of a confession to make."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"It's not really a surprise that you want to be my boyfriend. I already knew you loved me. The way you fucked me last week… I felt your love way deep inside me, and I felt my love for you too. It just wouldn't be that way unless we really truly loved each other."
"Then why'd you pretend you didn't know it?" David pipes in.
"I didn't know how you felt until tonight, David," he says. "I didn't want to make you feel bad, so I gave you a chance to say it first."
"What if I didn't say it first?"
"I would have backed off," Cory says. "You guys are already boyfriends. I wouldn't mess that up for you. I mean, I wouldn't stop foolin' around with you. That's too good to give up! I just wouldn't call us boyfriends."
"You're very sweet, Cory," I say, giving him a peck on the lips. "We're really lucky to have you."
"Yeah, Cory," David adds. "You're only the second one I ever wanted to be with boyfriends with. I think you're fantastic!"
Cory blushes and smiles, and I've never seen a boy look happier.
I smile my widest too. I've thrown off the shackles named Wanda and embraced the loves named David and Cory, and my life is amazing!
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