Blue Eyes (boyxboy)

First

He chewed the four pieces of gum still in his mouth. The flavor had long been used up, but it gave him something to work on while he stared around the dance club.

Behind him, he could sense the presence of a woman. He felt her interest in him, could practically taste it as she drew closer.

Her long fingers pressed against the inside of his right thigh on the back, just above his knee. Slowly, those long fingers trailed up and in, inching closer to his ass so slowly. Seductively....

She pressed her front against his back as her hand rubbed over his ass and came to rest on his hip. Her ample brests, the areolas puckered with desire, poked his back, the softness a stark contrast to his more muscular frame. Her other hand reached around to his front and cupped the bulge in his jeans.

It took all he had not to jerk away from her groping. To stand there and let her do as she pleased. He knew if he reacted badly he'd get thrown out again, and this time, he'd never get back in. No matter that he was dating the owner's son.

Of course, said owner didn't know his son wasn't straight, or that he was dating Oliver in the first place.

Hot breath tickled his ear as the woman rose up to her toes behind him to whisper, "It's been a while, Oliver. I've missed you so much." She licked his ear like a favored treat, her hand squeezing just right on his straining erection.

That tore a groan from his throat, his eyes closing. His breathing was picking up now, and he knew it wouldn't be long before Simon noticed someone was groping him.

Simon.... The club owner's only son was his wonderful, overly-protective boyfriend. And here he was, getting groped by the guy's older sister.

Oliver ground his teeth as Silvia massaged him through his jeans. It'd been nearly three years since they'd broken up, but she still knew how to make it feel good.

Silvia squeezed her hand just right, and Oliver cried out as a pair of lips covered his.

Eyes flying open, he stared dumbly into Simon's crystal blue eyes.

His boyfriend smiled, then winked to Silvia. "How are you, Oliver?"

Before he could answer, Silvia's hand was replaced by Simon's rougher, proding fingers. Simon knew just how to make him lose his mind as he cupped Oliver in his hand and kissed him hard.

Oliver could hardley breathe as he felt Simon work his button and zipper. Their fronts were pressed together, and he could feel Simon's arousal pressing against his. Behind him, Silvia was helping keep Oliver on his feet while she massaged his thighs.

Too aroused to stand on his own, Oliver lost himself in the kisses and touches as he felt Simon's hand wrap around his now free cock. The firm grip rode up and down his length, making him moan. His hands reached up to hold Simon tighter against him.

When nimble fingers came around, dove into his jeans, and began massaging his balls, it was too much. Gripping Simon tightly, he stiffled his groan as he came in his boyfriend's hand, pleasure exploding through his body. Simon's hand and Silvia's wonderful fingers didn't stop, though. They continued pleasing him until he was sure he'd pass out from the pleasure.

Simon broke the kiss, chuckling as he held Oliver against him. "Don't worry, love. No one is going to breathe a word of this."

Oliver couldn't open his eyes. He was still enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss that held him tight.

He heard Silvia's humm of pleasure. "I'd forgotten how fun it was to play with him." Her manicured nails ran down his back, elicting chills over his skin.