Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) (4 page)

“Then take a seat,” a familiar voice said.
“And let the big boy take over.”

Joey cringed at the intrusion, whipping his
head around even though he was sure he already knew who was
there.

Greg’s voice was thin and high when he
offered Joey’s golf club to Remi. “I guess you’ll be wanting this
back, huh?”

Remi grabbed the club, but he didn’t look
angry or upset. In fact, he even laughed at the condom Greg had
lovingly wrapped over the grip. “This is a novel idea, boys.”

With a nervous chuckle, Greg said, “Yeah,
thanks.”

“Why don’t you take a seat over by your
friend’s face, huh?” Remi grabbed the lube and drizzled even more
down Joey’s ass crack. “I think I can take it from here.”

Joey heard himself whimper, but his
embarrassment melted away when Greg eased down in front of him on
the mossy rock. The sight of that purple-headed monster made him
moan, and he didn’t feel ashamed of that noise at all.

“I want you to suck your friend’s dick,
Joey.”

He turned his head just in time to see Remi
lifting the golf club, angling it, aiming it right at his waiting
ass. Gulping, he squeaked, “Okay.”

Right away, Greg smacked the side of Joey’s
head. “Friend? I thought I was more than just a friend.”

“You are!” Joey stammered, feeling like the
monkey in the middle.

Greg held his hard-on by the base, flicking
it at Joey’s lips. “Prove it.”

When Joey tasted Greg’s salty-sweet precum
on his lips, that was the end. He opened his mouth, wrapping it
around Greg’s pulsing cockhead, and he sucked.

Groaning, Greg ran a hand through Joey’s
hair. “Oh yeah. Oh fuck that’s good, Joey. Keep going.”

Those words of encouragement urged him to
suck harder, and he did. He sucked that mushroom tip with all his
might, so hard Greg hissed and pushed his head away. “Too much,
dude. Not so hard.”

“Sorry,” Joey said, feeling his neck and his
ears glowing with humiliation.

He was about to try again when Greg palmed
his forehead. “Nah, nah, not yet. You gotta kiss it better
first.”

From behind, Remi chuckled. The deep rumble
of Remi’s voice thundered through Joey’s gut, making his dick jump
against his belly.

“Yeah, kiss it,” Remi taunted, like he was
on Greg’s team now, like they’d planned this encounter. “Kiss your
boyfriend’s dick.”

Joey hesitated, and he shouldn’t have,
because Remi took the opportunity to press the golf club’s grip
flush to his asshole. “Fuck, dude!” He cringed, tightening all his
muscles at once.

“Relax,” Remi said, though his voice was
high and strained. “Relax, relax. Be cool. Suck your boyfriend’s
dick.”

That word,
boyfriend
, made Joey
tense even more than the golf club. Bending forward, he wrapped his
lips around Greg’s cockhead. Gentle, this time. Nice and wet and
hot and sweet.

Greg’s hand met the back of his head, urging
him farther down. “That’s it. That’s right. Take as much as you
can. Swallow my dick.”

Joey whimpered as Greg’s cock throbbed in
his throat. He was thinking about it too much, and he started to
choke. Coughing and sputtering, he arched away, but Greg only gave
him a moment’s rest before pressing down on the nape of his
neck.

“That’s right,” Remi said, like token words
of encouragement. Joey wondered if Remi was gay too, or if Greg had
just charmed the guy into taking part in this insanity. “Okay, get
ready, man. This club is coming at you in three, two…”

Joey prepared to clench, but it was too
late. Remi went early, pressing the grip clear past his ass ring,
right inside, right in there. “Fuck!” he cried around Greg’s cock,
waiting for the burn, knowing it would come. “Fuck, dude…”

Greg held his head down so low his nose
brushed the guy’s shaved pelvis. Just as he started to sputter,
Remi thrust that goddamn golf club in his ass. He stopped gagging
the moment he felt that condomed grip shifting inside of him, going
in deep. It was such a new sensation. He’d never taken anything so
long in his ass, and he liked it more than he cared to admit.

“Grab your dick,” Greg demanded. “I can’t
reach it from here. You gotta jerk yourself off.”

That was one request Joey didn’t mind
fulfilling. Grabbing his cock, he ran his hand the length of his
shaft in time with Remi’s eager plunges. Something was happening.
There was a rhythm to this threesome, and he bobbed on Greg’s cock
in time with the golf club’s assault on his ass.

“Awww man, that looks so good,” Remi roared
as he punished Joey’s ass with the club. “Just watching this thing
stream in and out of your tight little hole… wow, man. Greg, you
should see how stretched and purple his asshole is. It’s
amazing.”

It felt weird, these guys talking about him
like he wasn’t even there, but what could he do? Greg’s cock was
buried to the hilt in his throat.

“Fuck,” Greg moaned. “This I gotta see.”

Without warning, he pulled his dick from
Joey’s mouth and trudged around back in his argyle socks and golf
shoes. There was some rustling, but Joey didn’t look. He tugged on
his cock, trying to draw his focus away from the pressured burn in
his ass.

And then it was gone. Just like that.

Whimpering like a dog, Joey turned just in
time to catch Greg suiting up. There was another drizzle of lube
right into his gaping asshole. It seemed like a dream. He wasn’t
ready for this in real life. God, Greg’s cock was too big. It
wouldn’t fit. It wouldn’t!

The guys were laughing behind him, joking
around like old pals, and suddenly the golf club was set across his
back and Remi was saying, “Here Joey, hold this.”

“What?”

Remi lifted Joey’s shoulders, holding him
aloft and sitting on that mossy rock underneath his body. The guy
was naked now. When did he get naked?

The sight and scent of Remi’s golden-brown
skin nearly halted Joey’s heart. And then Remi repeated, “Joey,
grab the club,” and Joey released his own dick. Thank god Remi was
holding his shoulders aloft, or his face would have crashed down on
that straining dick.

“Hold it tight,” Greg said this time. “Don’t
let go.”

Joey’s elbows bent slightly as he held the
golf club end to end, so its metal shaft pressed against his lower
back. This felt like some kind of bondage, except he wasn’t tied
up. He chose to grip that club tight, to put his body in Remi’s
hands, to put his ass in Greg’s. He’d given himself over to them,
and now he was theirs.

“You ready for this?” Remi asked.

“For what?” Joey’s voice was just a
squeak.

“This,” Greg pressed his blazing cockhead
flush to Joey’s asshole. “For starters.”

God, this was really happening, wasn’t it?
Greg pushed forward, easing his dickhead in slowly, slowly, really
taking his time.

Joey whined as Greg’s mushroom tip ballooned
inside his asshole, filling him full, too full. It hurt. God, it
hurt so fucking much Joey howled as he pressed his face down on
Remi’s dark thigh.

“It’s okay.” Remi lifted Joey’s shoulders
until his mouth met the man’s thick cock. “It’s gonna be fine. Suck
me off and you’ll feel better.”

Amazingly, Remi was right. The moment Joey
wrapped his lips around this new cock, a weird tingly warmth ran
down his straining thighs. His ass opened for Greg’s dick like a
flower to the sun. Greg’s cockhead popped past Joey’s ass ring, and
a stealthy blaze shot through him. The hard part was over.

This wasn’t so bad after all.

Greg took it slow, even though his dick was
now firmly lodged in Joey’s ass. The pressure was incredible. Every
time Greg moved even a little bit, Joey could feel it. His cock
felt huge inside Joey’s tight ass, so huge that it didn’t seem
possible. But obviously it was.

All the while, that powerhouse Remi held
Joey’s shoulders. The guy’s fat dick throbbed in Joey’s mouth like
a heartbeat, and he wondered how long it would be before Remi blew
his load. God, this guy was strong. Joey tightened his grip on the
golf club behind his back. Who the hell would believe him if he
confessed to all this? Nobody!

But, seriously, was there anyone in his life
he’d be brave enough to tell that he’d fucked and sucked two guys
in the woods behind a driving range?

Joey choked on Remi’s dick, but not so much
that he wanted to stop. There was something about abandoning
himself to Remi and Greg, putting his body in their hands, that
brought a shock of power to his gut. These guys wanted him so bad
they were willing to do all the work! That said something, right?
Greg lusted over his ass. Remi worshipped his mouth. He was one
lucky-ass son of a bitch, getting worked over like this.

Sweat trickled down Joey’s neck, over his
back, and it made him want to squirm but he couldn’t. Well, sure he
could let go of the club and free his hands, but there was some
sexual force holding him in position. He would maintain this pose
as long as the guys wanted him to.

“You’re doing good, Joe.” Remi lifted him by
the shoulders and heaved him down on that magnificent erection.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re new at this. You blow like a pro,
dude.”

Joey would have smiled if his mouth hadn’t
been wrapped around the guy’s dick.

“Oh, but his ass is so fucking tight,” Greg
said to Remi. “You’ve never fucked a tight ass like this, Mister
Man. I can’t keep it together. I’m gonna blast so fucking
hard.”

“Yeah, do it,” Remi encouraged. “Wait, no.
Pull out and come on his chest.”

Joey cried, “Yeah!” around Remi’s fat
dick.

“Joey, drop the club,” Remi instructed. “We
gotta flip you over, dude.”

He didn’t think he could. His arms felt
trapped in that position.

“One arm at a time,” Remi said. “Don’t
worry, I’ve got you. You’re not gonna fall.”

Breathing hard around the fat cock in his
throat, Joey released the club with one hand. Right away, he
started falling to the side, but Remi was there to catch him. He
could feel his ass ring clamping down on Greg’s hard dick. Greg was
yelping like he could barely keep it together, but Joey felt oddly
estranged from this whole situation. His muscles were screaming
from holding such an awkward position. Maybe he was in so much pain
he’d actually left his body.

The guys both slowed down. Greg pulled out,
and his dickhead left Joey’s ass with a pop. Eyes closed, Joey felt
himself moving, being turned, flipped. It seemed like he was
floating, or underwater, flying and drowning at the same time.

When he opened his eyes, Greg was standing
between his knees, which were bent. His back rested fully on the
moss-covered rock ledge, his feet flat on the ground, his dick
pointing to the sky. Remi had shifted away from the scene, snapping
on a condom while Greg tore out of his.

“Stroke your dick, Joey.” Greg was stroking
his too. “I’m gonna come so hard, bitch.”

The words rocked Joey’s body as he grabbed
his own hard dick. Fuck, it was so swollen he could hardly touch
it. His cockhead was as purple as Greg’s, but his pace was much
slower. Even just the press of his fingers at the base of his shaft
made him shudder and gasp.

Greg didn’t seem to have that problem. Remi
poured lube over his hand, and it flew against his fat dick so fast
all Joey saw was a blur. He envied that racing pace, but he knew he
couldn’t keep up. Greg’s dark eyelashes fluttered, lids closed,
lips hung open in ecstasy. With a sudden gasp, he arched, drawing
Joey’s gaze to that magnificent erection as it burst with a thick
rope of cum.

“Fuck,” Greg whimpered. “That’s just for
you, buddy.” He half-laughed as his fist urged more hot cream to
splatter against Joey’s chest, belly, forearm. It was everywhere,
playing against his skin with the warm breeze.

“You didn’t come,” Greg
said.
Disappointed?

Remi shuffled Greg out of the way, hauled
Joey’s legs up over his shoulders, and said, “Don’t worry. He
will.”

Even with another dose of lube, Remi’s dick
was a tight squeeze. Shouldn’t this get easier with every go? Well,
it didn’t. With the change in position and his butt cheeks clamped
together, this time felt totally different. Remi had to grab his
cheeks and spread them, holding him aloft a different way.

“Don’t fight it,” Greg whispered against
Joey’s cheek. Joey’s face was so blazing hot that Greg’s breath
felt calmly cool. Greg traced his soft lips all down Joey’s arm.
“Open up for him. Open up, open up, open up.”

Joey breathed hard. With his shoulders
resting on the mossy rock ledge and his whole body tilted on the
diagonal, Greg’s cum slid slowly toward Joey’s neck, gliding
through his sparse chest hair and over his erect nipples.

Arching until his abs burned, Joey kissed
Greg full-on. Their tongues whipped and wove, hot beyond sizzling,
as Greg pawed at Joey’s aching dick. The moment he touched it,
Joey’s asshole eased up, welcoming Remi inside. Deep inside.