Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 03:16:45 +0000 From: RazeYu Subject: Window of Opportunity 3 Window of Opportunity, pt. 3 - A Quickie by Raze Yu If you're able, please support the archive with a donation or purchase. Thanks! Contains: Mb, MbM, anal, oral, semi-public (caught) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work of fiction includes explicit depictions of sexual relationships between adult males and boys under the age of consent. This work is presented as a fantasy. The Author heartily recommends that in the real world you use condoms and then only with individuals of legal age. Consent is sexy! Like what you read? Let me know at: RazeYu@proton.me * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * With all the fucking and sneaking between houses naked that Shane and Vince were doing, it was pretty inevitable that they were going to get caught. Shane had kind of assumed it would be his parents (Vince liked to sneak into his room at night through the ground-floor bathroom windows that faced each other and fuck that 14-year-old ass), so it was a bit of a shock when Carlotta, Vince's wife, walked in on them having sex in Vince's man cave one afternoon. They were naked on the couch, Shane on his knees on the cushions, hands on the arm rest, with Vince behind him, one knee on the couch and one leg on the floor, ramming his thick stiff dick in and out of Shane's tight hole when Carlotta opened the door. The door to the hallway faced the end of the couch where Shane was kneeling, so there was really no missing the fact that her 40+ year old husband was naked with his side piece, nor was there any missing that the side piece was a lean, healthy 14-year-old boy, whose hard little cock was drooling pre-cum all over the couch her cousin Sofia had sold her at 20% off as he repeatedly shoved that firm little bubble butt back at her husband's thick, massive rod. "Vincente Angelo Grossi! What on earth are you doing?!" "Fucking shit, Carlotta," Vince growled, wrapping an arm around Shane's chest to hold the panicked boy in place. "Don't you fucking knock?" "Knock? KNOCK!" She screeched. "This is MY fucking house!" "YOUR house?" Vince shouted back, "I paid for every god-damned thing in it!" Shane clung to the strong, hairy arm across his chest, head ping ponging back and forth between the two adults. He should be scared, should be HORRIFIED by this, about being discovered getting his teenaged ass fucked by an adult, but ... it was kind of turning him on? Maybe it was that Vince was still fucking him, even as he and Carlotta yelled at each other, or maybe it was that Vince's cock felt even HARDER since Carlotta had walked in on them, maybe it was just that he was an exhibitionist little perv who kind of got off on nearly getting caught and who had stood totally naked in the narrow ally between their houses, ass bare to the night sky, kissing Vince (who he had just been fucked by) through the bathroom window, as the garage door to his own home rattled closed with his parents arriving home, the garage that was right next to the bedroom where he slept and where they were about to come check on him. "For me! You bought it for me!" She yelled. "I bought it to shut you the fuck up!" Vince's hips slammed into Shane's ass. He stopped trying to fight it and just clung to Vince's arm and the couch for dear life. "Vincente Angelo, how DARE you! I do not talk too much! How dare a woman want to talk with her husband. To connect!" "Fucking hell, Carlotta! Shut the god-damned door so we can finish!" "Finish?" she screeched, "Kick him out and finish with me!" She tossed dark curly hair over her shoulder and posing in a way that pressed her generous boobs against the leopard print tube top, and showed her firm ass in the pencil skirt. Shane wasn't sure what the growl Vince made meant, but Vince had grabbed his hips hard, and plowed into his ass. Shane braced on whatever part of the couch he could, knowing strings of drool were dripping out of his open mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head, unable to help any of it. Vince drove his dick directly into Shane's prostate, and Shane yelped, his orgasm spilling out of him, his stiff, bouncing cock spraying the teen jizz all over himself and the couch. Carlotta jumped back. "Oh god baby," Vince moaned. He pulled Shane's head around so they could kiss over Shane's shoulder, and Shane could feel the thick cock in his ass pulsing as Vince dumped another load into his butt. "You fucking SLUT!" Carlotta screamed again, hitching her purse off her shoulder and making to swing it at Shane's head. "Carlotta," Vince growled, which actually stopped her and made her step back. "Don't." "I am Italian, and you are my husband! You expect me not to fight this little puttana over you? Did you do this to make me jealous?" Vince laughed. "No." He leaned back on his heels, pulling Shane back onto his lap and kissing the boy again, cock still buried inside of Shane. "It's my day off Carlotta, and you're supposed to be out. Just go, and let me finish." "GO? You expect me to walk out of here knowing you're going to fuck him again? I should go tell his parents!" Shane's head whipped around at that. "I should go tell the police!" Carlotta drew up to her full height, eyes flashing as she hissed, "I should go tell your Mother." Vince kissed Shane's shoulder, hugging the trembling teen back against him. "Don't be stupid. You do any of that, and I'll tell your grandmother about Trevor the tennis coach," three kisses up the back of Shane's neck, "Pieter your niece's soccer coach," a tongue in Shane's ear, "and Diego, the just-out-of-high-school apprentice on my construction crew." Vince's hand closed around Shane's cock as his thick rough tongue pushed past Shane's lips. Carlotta's face was almost as scarlet as her lipstick. "Fine," she spat out, "I will leave you and your little ... fica ragazzo. But I am telling Giancarlo he needs to kick your ass. And he will do it!" She spat, actually spat, at Shane, before stomping out, apparently slamming every door in the place on her way out to the car. Shane trembled, even as Vince (who had never gone soft) started fucking his ass again. "Are we in trouble? Who's Giancarlo? Should, should I go home?" "No, sexy boy," Vince kissed him deep, tongues tangling as Vince tweaked and pulled at Shane's stiff teen nipples. "Her grandmother is very old school, and I know her lover's names. She won't risk telling anyone. And Giancarlo," Vince moved them so they were face to face, Vince laying down on top of him as Shane's long teen legs wrapped around the sturdy waist, "is her big brother, who will fight to the death for his little sister. But he'll deal with me, not you." Vince smiled at him, a smile Shane liked to think was only for him, big and broad and showing his teeth. It was ... odd. Vince also seemed much more relaxed. He still held Shane tightly, but there was something more at ease about his arms, his posture. Whatever it was, it was more than a 14-year-old with a massive cock pounding his prostate could figure out in the moment, so Shane let it go and enjoyed getting fucked, and let himself revel in the little thrill of getting caught with his older lover's dick firmly in his ass. * * * * * The evening air of the little cul-de-sac was shattered by two tall, broad-shouldered, Italian men having a very loud, very shove-heavy argument in Vince and Carlotta's driveway. The newcomer was just as tall as Vince, but a little leaner and more toned, as if he "targeted specific muscle groups" rather than worked construction for a living. His waist was a little narrower, but his butt and thighs were firm and solid under well-fitting jeans. He had the same dark, curly hair as Carlotta, though his was in a trendy cut that would hang to his chin, if it wasn't currently up in a messy bun. "Should we do something?" Shane's mom asked, watching nervously from the living room bay window as her guests began to arrive. "They haven't actually hit each other," Shane's dad said, tying his tie. "I mean, it's mainly been shoving and shouting in each other's faces, and a little wrestling on the concrete. It's been 30 minutes, you'd think they'd run out of steam at some point." As if on cue, the men seemed to notice the cars arriving and the people staring. From the sound of things, they then started arguing about arguing in public, but they took it inside, the front door slamming. Shane was kissed good night by his parents as the sun went down, and retreated to his bedroom. Normally at this point, he'd get naked in anticipation of sneaking over to Vince's for a shower and suck or fuck, or for Vince sneaking across the little gap between their houses into his bedroom for a fuck in Shane's room. But tonight, he wasn't sure what to expect. Whatever Shane's worried brain had conjured, it absolutely had NOT involved Giancarlo stepping into Vince's bathroom, stripping naked, and getting into the shower. He looked younger than Vince, face less lined, and he didn't have nearly as much body hair. His flaccid cock was just as big as Vince's though, and it wasn't going to be flaccid very long, if he kept stroking it like that. Shane watched from the shadows of his own bathroom, mouth agape, teen cock stiffening in his shorts. He edged a little closer to the window to get a better view. Vince was really the only adult he'd seen naked (in person, at least) and it was fascinating to see the differences (and similarities) between the two men. He risked pressing up against the window frame, hand down his shorts to jack off, as he watched Giancarlo shower. Despite Vince having done the same thing, he was shocked when Giancarlo turned to face the window and fucked that thick, long dick through his hands, right in the direction of where Shane was standing. Well, Vince had done something similar, but less crude. Shane gasped. Giancarlo stepped out of the shower and came over to the window. He did, to his credit, glance towards the street before sticking his chest and shoulders out the window. "You just gonna hide in the shadows and jerk off? Or you gonna come have fun?" He grinned and felt up his own chest. "What?" Shane gasped, cock surging in his hands. He leaned on the windowsill, glancing out towards the street. It was quiet, with no sounds of cars or people walking. He risked leaning out a little. "What are you talking about?" he hiss-whispered across the gap between the two houses. Giancarlo grinned and waggled his thick, dark eyebrows. "Vince told me how hot and tight your little boy cunt is, and how fucking awesome of a lay you are. I'm down if you are." Shane stared, mouth open. Vince had... what? And Giancarlo wanted to ... really? "Aren't you supposed to be mad? Didn't Carla send you over here to fight him?" Giancarlo rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but a car passed and they both ducked back inside briefly before leaning back out. The gap between houses was only 8, 10 feet wide at most, so they were able to semi-whisper. "My sister is a self-centered little bitch, who has no clue Vince and I have been fucking since high school. We gonna waste time chatting, or you gonna get that horny little pussy over here so I can have a taste? I see you playing with your cock over there." Shane whimpered. Giancarlo was handsome and funny and flirty and crude, the opposite of Vince who was steady and solid and pretty straightforward about sex. Well, opposite except for the handsome part. They were both handsome, just in different ways. Shane stood up in front of the thigh-height window and took off his shorts and underwear. Across the alley, Giancarlo swore. Shane hoped that was a good sign. Shane tossed his clothes back towards his bedroom, triple-checked that the bedroom door was locked, and then stuck his head out the window to listen. His parent's party was out in the back yard tonight, but the fence and gate to the back yard was to Shane's right, between the window and the party. To the left was just the gap between the houses, and then the street. There was one car coming up the street. Shane waited until it had passed then hopped out the window and dashed, totally naked, across the gap. Giancarlo helped haul him through the window, and then immediately picked Shane up, pressed his back against the empty wall next to the window and kissed him. With Giancarlo's hands supporting his butt, Shane wrapped his legs around the trim waist and his arms around Giancarlo's neck and kissed back. They made out, right next to the open window, not fully out of sight of the street, Giancarlo's strong hands massaging Shane's ass as Shane humped his leaking cock into Giancarlo's belly. "Fuck," Giancarlo said as the kiss broke, "I can already tell we're both going to enjoy my dick up your ass." Shane moaned. Giancarlo's dick was amazing, as they fucked right there on the floor of the bathroom, next to the open window, with the sounds of laughter, and barbecue floating over from Shane's backyard. After that, they moved to 69 each other. Still on the floor, Shane was on his knees, sucking Giancarlo's cock while Giancarlo ate out his well-fucked ass, when Vince came through the door to the same room where he and Shane had been caught earlier in the day. The mirror of Shane's bedroom in the other house. "The shower's been running for 30 minutes. Shut that shit off," Vince growled, stepping over the pair to turn off the shower. Vince was naked, and boned, and it was really easy for Shane to open his mouth and suck down the head of Vince's cock as Giancarlo kept tongue fucking his ass. "Hi, sexy," Vince said, running his finger down Shane's cheek. Shane responded by sucking hard on Vince's dick, using his hands to stroke Vince's shaft and balls. "Giancarlo fuck you good?" "Mmm hmm," Shane said, bobbing his head on his favorite snack, worming his tongue into the slit of Vince's cock. "Good." Vince's hand, warm on the top of Shane's head. "C'mon you sluts, let's go to the living room." "I'm not done with his ass yet," Giancarlo said, hands on Shane's thighs, holding the teen in place. "I'm not done either, I'm not even fucking started," Vince said, "but I'm also not going to fuck on the floor like a fucking animal. There's a sectional, a soccer game, and a shit ton of lube in the living room. Let's go." They mostly made it onto the couch. Neither man could keep their hands (Or tongues. Or dicks.) off of Shane, and they kind of crashed around corners in a groping, sucking, humping mess, eventually falling onto the lounge part of the sofa in a heap. Giancarlo ate out Shane's ass while Vince fucked his mouth, and then they swapped. In the aftermath, as they lay their panting, Shane said, "Vince, why do you have a black eye?" "Because Giancarlo punched me." Shane twisted to look at Giancarlo. "Hey, he hit me too. Right here," he pointed at his chin, were a bruise was coming up. "Want to kiss it better?" "If he tells you I punched him in the dick, and he needs you to kiss that better, that's a lie," Vince said, even as Shane did move to kiss the bruise on Giancarlo's chin, and then the bruise on Vince's face. "But I could make it the truth." "Did you really fight?" Shane asked, squirming as someone's fingers pushed into his hole. Through the open sliding glass door that opened onto Vince's back yard, they could hear the sounds of the party next door. "Sure," Giancarlo shrugged. "I mean, nothing better than a fight and then a fuck. Why do you think Italians have so many kids?" "You're as big of a slut as the boy is," Vince said. He grabbed the back of Giancarlo's head and kissed him, hard. And, oh god. Watching the two of them kiss like they'd die if they didn't? If Shane's little motor hadn't already been going, it certainly would be now. He noted a few other bruises and scrapes on foreheads and shoulders as he watched the men making out. In the end, the men pulled him into the kiss, and Shane squirmed from the stimulation of kissing two men. And also from having two sets of fingers probing his ass. "For all the shouting, Italians can be surprisingly emotionally constipated," Giancarlo said, when the kiss calmed down a little. "And closed minded." "Not down with the gays," Vince said at Shane's confused face. "Though," Giancarlo said thoughtfully, "little Dio had his boyfriend at Sunday dinner last week. Nonna doted, and the uncles were suspiciously quiet." "Oh, good for her," Vince said. "Is that why you married Carla?" Shane asked, pushing his butt back at the probing fingers and kissing whoever got their mouth close enough. "Carla is ... complicated," Vince said. Giancarlo snorted. "Do you have commentary?" Vince growled. "Neither Vince nor Carla is particularly monogamous," Giancarlo said. "And fighting gets Vince hot. The first time we fucked, we were in high school, on opposite sides of a scrimmage. Had to defend your team. I can't even remember whose side cheated now..." "It was yours," Vince said, firmly. "Whatever. We fought, came to blows, wrestled in the mud and dirt, realized we were both hard, and boned down. Realized fighting's a turn on, been doing it since." The wheels in Shane's brain turned. "Did you fuck me in front of Carlotta on purpose?" he turned accusingly on Vince. "So you two could fight and fuck? I could have gotten in trouble!" he smacked the larger man on the bicep. "No," Vince said, soothingly. "Anyway," Giancarlo said, covering his laugh with one hand, "When Carlotta gets mad at him, she sic's me on him. Vince and I have a Big Italian Shouting Match, all bluster, a couple bruises to show Carlotta we fought so she feels avenged, and then we blow off some steam and then blow each other," Giancarlo smiled and stroked Shane's prostate with his fingers. "I will have to pay penance and appease Carlotta later," Vince sighed. "Everybody gets a happy ending," Giancarlo smirked. So many happy endings, Shane lost count. With the soccer game on & loud, and the men already "fighting," Vince was clearly excused from the party. The trio spent the next two hours with a dick in at least one of Shane's holes. He was doggy styled, spit roasted, flip-fucked, rode cowboy, reverse cowboy, got his salad tossed and his throat fucked, and was ridden hard and put away wet by two honey, virile men. But the moment that stuck in Shane's brain, that he jerked off to the most over the next few weeks (when one or the other wasn't fucking him) was a moment where he was spread out between the two men, on his back across the broad lounger of the sectional. Shane's arms were wrapped around Giancarlo's strong thighs with Giancarlo's cock so deep in his mouth the heavy balls were hitting Shane's nose. Vince had the other end, Shane's legs spread across top of Vince's thighs, as Vince fucked into him so hard you could see the bulge of his cock distorting Shane's lean belly. Neither man was being especially quiet, grunting and shouting either at the fuck or at the game on TV. "Are they still going?" someone outside and in the next yard asked. "They're Italian and it's a soccer game," someone, it sounded like Shane's mom, said. "The last time they fought, they actually came to blows in the driveway, then three hours later they were drunk together, because their team had lost." Vince and Giancarlo were both fucking with hard, long strokes, moving nearly the entire length of their dicks in and out of Shane's ass and mouth respectively. He moaned, tilting his head back to better allow Giancarlo's thick cock to slide down his throat. Shane's long, smooth legs were up against Vince's hairy chest. Vince hugged the legs, holding Shane's ass in a position that let him get balls deep in that tight hole, shouting with every thrust as he did so. "They just have so much passion," another woman said. "Carla's so lucky." "What on earth do you mean?" Giancarlo's hands stroked Shane's throat and upper chest, playing with his nipples. "God, it's so hot watching my dick stretch your throat out," he moaned. He made several short shallow thrusts, and then bellowed as another hot creamy load pumped out into Shane's mouth. Shane suckled and swallowed for all he was worth, but the cum leaked out of his mouth around Giancarlo's dick, running down his chin and cheeks into his hair and the couch cushions below him. "Well, she's got those two hot men fighting over her. Doesn't that, I mean," she paused, "doesn't that get you going? Just a little?" Vince rammed his cock in deep, banging Shane's little prostate, and then he shouted as well, his dick pumping out another load into Shane's guts. Over him, cocks still shooting out jizz, Vince and Giancarlo kissed. Vince's fist wrapped around Shane's dick and two pumps were all it took before he made a muffled cry (Giancarlo's dick still in his mouth) and was shooting all over himself. The other clear memory from the night was a naked Vince and Giancarlo carting a freshly and hastily scrubbed Shane -- so well fucked he couldn't really walk -- across the gap between the houses as the party started breaking up. The two men, hard cocks swinging, tucked the teenager into bed, kissed him hard, told him he was sexy and hot, and that he had the best ass either of them had ever fucked. Shane managed to leverage himself up onto an elbow to watch two gorgeous, naked hunks escape out his bathroom window and head back to the house next door, even as the party goers filtered out into the street, cars unlocking, starting up, and driving away. Shane flopped back into bed, loving how every bit of him was sore, in that "just had a really good workout" kind off way. He had not one, but TWO sexy lovers, who got off on him as much as he got off on them, and all of them (it seemed) got off on fucking in a place they could possibly be seen or heard. He stretched out, feeling the pull of his muscles, and the pull of dried cum that hadn't been completely scrubbed off his skin. Shane almost immediately fell asleep, bone tired, balls drained, abused ass twitching and still leaking a little as he drooled into his pillow, dreaming of two hot studs and the fun they could have. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked this little quickie. This story was originally intended as a short one-off, but obviously Shane and Vincent had more to say. While I try to never say never, I also try to not make promises I won't be able to keep (the muses are fickle and the executive dysfunction is real, folks). So -- for now -- this trio's story ends here. If you enjoyed this story, please feel free to drop me a line at RazeYu@proton.me. I love hearing from readers. Special shout out to Starfish Prime who's email led to this 3rd chapter. 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