Author name: Jason Crow

Triple Letter Score – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #5 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

We exited the guest room to find only Rory in the kitchen, waiting.  He looked at me like, ‘Well?’ and I nodded like, ‘I got it.’  

I realized then that we took a little too long in there.  After all, what I’d wanted was just a nude — it should’ve taken only five minutes if Johnny was willing.  Clothes off, snap-snap, clothes back on.  I had to let Rory know we didn’t fool around, not really.  “You’re going to love this,” I whispered in his ear.

“Where is everyone?” Johnny asked Rory, though the look on his face told us he pretty much knew everyone had split for the bedrooms.

“Yeah,” Rory sighed, getting up.  “They have dispersed.  But we have a reservation upstairs.”

Johnny gave the two of us a look.  “And Lyla?”

“Yeah.”  Rory gave him the bad news with just that word.

Johnny was crushed.  When I pulled him into the guest room, I’d stopped any attempt of his to get Lyla alone.  “Seventh wheel,” he realized.  “Or third wheel, again, now.  I should’ve knocked Conor out when he first opened his mouth.”  He led us out of the kitchen.

We found Costa and Silke almost completely naked on the frontroom couch.  I noticed Johnny take a peek at Silke as he wasn’t here before to see her naked.

I took Johnny’s hand and we three just kind of made our way up the stairs to check out the bedroom situation.  Rory and I were supposed to get Lyla’s sister Tori’s room.  As we passed Lyla’s room, we could hear Conor laughing amid the mattress noise, “Zoinks!  Zoinks!  Oh, you zoink me so good!”

That’s all Johnny could take.  He turned and sat down on the top stair while the shenanigans kept up behind Lyla’s door.  “I shouldn’t be here,” he said into his chest.  He stared at Silke and Costa, but didn’t; he was just kind of looking in that direction, like they were stand-ins for Lyla and Conor.

Rory put a hand on his shoulder.  “Come on, Johnny.  We’d both like you to join us…”

Johnny looked up and I couldn’t tell what was in his eyes.  “That’s okay.  I have to get back.  I should have told you.  I have a test in English I should be there for.  And we’re learning this piece in Orchestra for the winter concert.”  He stood up to leave.

I was going to say something, but Rory physically stopped Johnny and pulled him onto the landing.  “You can’t leave.  We need you.  We want you to stay,” he told Johnny’s eyes.

Johnny looked a little angry, maybe… resigned to the idea of not getting together with Lyla.  “I don’t want to be the third wheel.”

“A tricycle doesn’t get anywhere without three wheels,” Rory told him.

“But a bicycle goes faster,” Johnny countered.  The two just looked at each other, and I could see both starting to smile.  A stupid smile which broke into a single laugh, each.

“Don’t make me come up with another wheel metaphor-thing.”  Rory took Johnny’s elbow.  “Come on.”

I inserted myself under Johnny’s other arm and he closed it around me.  Rory pulled us into Tori’s bedroom just as a final “Zoinks!” came through Lyla’s door.  It was an odd “Zoinks!” — sounded like someone stepped on a dog’s tail.

Tori had a nice, mostly pink bedroom.  Instead of a poster of Elsa from Frozen like Lyla had, she had one of Anna because of hair color, I knew.  But where Lyla still had posters of an animated Harry Potter scene and Harley Quinn, Tori had gotten rid of most of her Disney princesses and replaced them with posters of her favorite bands (still including 1D — she was a Harry Styles girl) and one of this nearly naked Swiss swimmer Noe Ponti, and another of French swimmer, Leon Marchand.  I have to admit, they were nice posters.  There were a bunch of magazine cut-outs, too, of a bunch of swimmers without names on them.  And, curiously, a smaller poster of a cute Canadian female swimmer named Summer sitting on the end of a diving board.  Tori must have watched every moment of the Paris Olympics.  It occurred to me that she might have a crush on Johnny’s brother Scott, too, as he does Boys Swimming in the winter.

I closed the door for privacy, obviously, but also to keep Johnny from making any decision to bolt.  Rory’s hand slipped down to take ahold of Johnny’s, though, maybe for the same reason.  “Now you can’t leave,” Rory told him.

Johnny just closed his eyes and nodded.

I hugged Johnny from behind, wrapping my arms around him so my hands could feel his abs under his sweatshirt.  Then I popped the button on his jeans.  Rory took the hand he held and put it on his own back as he leaned in and kissed Johnny’s neck and let his own hand feel the softness of Johnny’s sweatshirt.  He whispered something in Johnny’s ear, I couldn’t tell what, but kept kissing his neck, moving closer to his face.

Johnny pulled his face up and away, just offering more throat.  “No.  You know that,” he said to Rory.

“But I want to,” Rory said to Johnny’s Adam’s apple.

“We’ll see.”

Rory nodded, smiled, and pushed Johnny down onto Tori’s colorful-hearts comforter just as I had his zipper undone.

“Mr. Collins, Miss Radziwiłł, I believe you’re trying to seduce me,” Johnny joked from the bed.  I think it was some line from a movie.  I don’t know which one.

Rory grabbed the seat of Johnny’s jeans and pulled.  “Mia, he’s figured us out.”  When the jeans were down, I helped and pulled off his socks.

While Johnny’s head disappeared in taking off his own sweatshirt, I gave Rory a look, a private message running between our eyes, and our secret smiles telling each other everything was going to be okay.

“So, what would you have said after the bicycle thing, anyway?” Johnny’s sweatshirt said.

“Um…” Rory thought for a second, removing his own sweatshirt.  “Something about having to ride a unicycle being no fun.”

“No fun?” Johnny’s actual face said.  “The old unicycle is most of our lives, man!”  Johnny was now just in his black boxer briefs, as I had seen him before.

“Okay, it’s fun but…” Rory started.  He pulled off his t-shirt and was down to his socks and boxers, now, too.

“But being with someone else is better,” I said, dropping the metaphor.  I started taking off my own clothes quickly, not waiting for Rory to undress me.  As I took off my sweater, I realized I now had Johnny’s soccer shirt on underneath.  I pulled them both over my head at the same time so I didn’t have to explain that.  Rory would understand once he saw the video.

“Yeah, and I’d need inspiration, anyway,” Johnny said, watching us.

“Go on, Rory,” I said.  “Release the Kraken!”

Rory laughed and got naked.  He has such a nice cock, and it was standing tall and proud for Johnny.  “This do anything for you?” he asked.

Johnny nodded.  “Yeah, blondie, that’s a good start.”

Just as I dropped my bra, Rory took ahold of my shoulders and pulled me in front of him.  “How about these?”

“Those will do, nicely.”  Johnny held his hand out to me.  Rory took it, instead, and climbed on the bed.  He pulled down Johnny’s boxers, releasing his cock, and I took them from his knees on down and off.

And there was Johnny’s cock, again.  I never get tired of looking at it.  I’d just seen it in action for me a little bit ago, but it was hard and hairy and beautiful all over again.  I love Rory’s, too, and now I had two lovely naked boys in front of me, and…  God, the beauty of the male body.  Those round shoulders, the lines of muscle running down their sides, their cute butts and strong, long legs… and that powerful sex tool right in the middle.  And it all starts with the face.  Those two…  I couldn’t breathe.

I lost my socks and panties, not worrying about looking sexy doing it.  I just wanted — needed — to join them.  I climbed on the bed, on the other side of Johnny, and then I kissed him because Rory couldn’t.

Johnny’s arms were tight around me, pressing my breasts into him.  Then he broke the kiss and opened his eyes.  “Is there a plan today?  Something you’d like to do?  Or we just winging it?”

I didn’t want to tell him that Rory and I had discussed often what we could all do together, should the opportunity arise.  And we both knew we’d make one happen.  “Let’s just see where it goes.”  I couldn’t stop looking into his blue eyes.

There was a ripping sound coming from behind me — the sound of Velcro coming undone.  He was taking off his wrist brace.  Ah yes, now Johnny was completely naked.  And his right hand found my hair.  I love it when he runs his fingers through my hair.  Rory does it, too, just right, but Johnny…

Rory was already heading down to suck Johnny’s cock.  I’d wanted to do that.  Maybe I still could.  I kissed my way down Johnny’s chest, stopping at his right nipple for a bit, then licked my way down his abs.  I fixed my position so Rory and I were each hugging a leg and I met his face at Johnny’s cock.  Rory opened his eyes, and the sparkle there told me we were going to have some fun — fun both of us wanted.  He pulled off and with a nod of his head, offered to share.  I helped him lick that fucking cock until our mouths found each other and we made out around it.

Rory left me in charge of Johnny’s cock, and flipped over behind me, putting me in the middle.  He just held me, kissing my neck and my shoulder.  I could feel him hard behind me, but he just held me softly so I could feel his love, instead.  He didn’t just hug me and move on, he stayed with me, reminding me that he loved me, and a little shiver ran up my arms as I realized it.  Here we were making Johnny feel like a prince, and Rory changed the game to making me tingle.  It took a moment or two, but he moved on.  He kissed my neck and down my back.   He stopped at my ass and found better position.  I helped him.  I figured I knew where he was going, but god I needed that and wanted to help him get there!

Rory found my pussy.  I was already so wet — starting from watching Johnny’s performance and now with anticipation of what was to come.  I expected his tongue, but felt his fingers dipping inside me, drawing out whatever juices he could, and then spreading them back to my anus.  Ah, yes.  He wanted it to happen today.  Hell, I wanted it to happen today.  I was still nervous, but how could I pass up the chance?  I shivered even more as Rory inserted that finger into my anus, gently, past the first knuckle, and then further.  Meanwhile, his tongue found my labia and wended its way up to my clit.  Rory, you’re my hero…

Johnny had been relaxing, still petting my hair, but when I opened my eyes to see his reaction, I caught him viewing all the action at our end of the bed.  His other hand caressed my cheek, pulling me off of him.  “You guys are too far away.  I want to show you how much I… I want to do something, too.  For you both.”

Johnny jack-knifed on the bed and turned the other direction, his head by Rory.  I wound up still having control of his cock, and he pulled at Rory’s midsection until Rory got the idea, and let him drag his legs over.  Johnny pulled at Rory’s honey-colored pubes with one hand, cradled his balls with the other, and swallowed his cock.

Satisfied that we were done moving, I put my effort into priming Johnny, again, and all three of us were giving oral in a true love triangle. 

The words hit me.  I loved Rory.  I really did.  I even knew I was going to say the words.  Soon.  At the right time.  Not here.  I started this whole thing not wanting to be in love, but that’s what happened.   And I look at Johnny and know that, if he had stopped to talk to me at that soccer match instead of Rory, I might have…  But here I am, with both of them.  I love them both.  I do.  But I know Rory loves me.  And I know Johnny loves me, too, but dreams about Lyla, and is a little heartbroken over her.  My choice should be clear, but when I think about either of them, or look in their eyes, I…

When I looked down, I could only see Rory’s blond hair.  He was so involved in pleasing me.  And believe me, I felt it.  My head was swimming, and the sensations down below were going to make me cum and pass out soon.  Rory took little breaks to let more of my and his fluids leak down to my ass, and he inserted a second finger.  One usually feels good; a second — or third — finger has a purpose, though, and I did my best to relax and allow that purpose.  It also stalled my cumming, for good or bad.

Johnny could tell I was falling off my blow job, though I still held his cock like it was the Holy Grail from that Indiana Jones movie.  I saw him pull off of Rory’s cock and watch what Rory was doing to me.  He sat up a little, bracing himself with an elbow, while he continued to run his hands along Rory’s body.  Then he shifted and righted himself, coming parallel with me, latching onto my breasts as he moved up.

Now both of my men were servicing me.  I didn’t deserve this.  Maybe I did.  I don’t know, but I wanted it.  I just wanted to give up any and all control and let them do anything they wanted to me.

But that was part of the plan.

Sadly, I nudged Johnny’s face off of my breast so I could ask him, “Do you still have the condoms you won?”

“Is it time, already?” he asked.  “I like doing this.  I love your body.  I…”

I stopped him from saying whatever was going to follow.  “I want both my boys.  And I want to do it before I chicken out.”

Johnny understood, and rolled to the side and off the bed to find his jeans.  Rory, meanwhile, had gotten three fingers in me.  I brushed at his arm, letting him know that was enough.  He disengaged carefully, and kissed my thighs until he was above me, again.

Johnny joined him and offered a condom.  “Need one?”

“No, not today,” Rory said.  We figured at least he could go in bare.

Johnny looked at me and Rory, both.  “You really want to do this?  Have you tried?”

“We’ve… taken it slow, a little at a time, but yeah,” Rory said.  “It’s the first time I didn’t get to enjoy hearing her say ‘it’s so big’!”

Johnny shared Rory’s laugh.  “Where do you want me, hun?” he asked me.

“On your back.  Lie down here.”  Rory and I figured this would be easiest.  And, it let me get Johnny inside me proper one more time.

Johnny put on his condom.  I wish he didn’t have to, but if he were stuck inside me with this effort and couldn’t pull out… I don’t want to go through that again.  I’d love to feel it, but I don’t want to go through the worry again.  Johnny moved into position and I found myself climbing on top of him with a big smile on my face.  I was going to fuck Johnny Walker, again.

Johnny greeted me with a kiss, first.  With him — and with Rory — it was never just mechanics, never just the sex.  He didn’t kiss me like he did in the spare room, but I could feel his love, all the same.  I found my best position while he opened his legs to give Rory room, then I took Johnny Walker’s cock and fit it inside my pussy.  And I savored sliding down him, even with the condom, all the way inside me, and shivered one more time. 

“Ohhhhh….”

I fell forward into his shoulder.  I would have, anyway, to give Rory access to me, but it felt so good.  Beyond the physical sensation, my body knew it was Johnny inside of me.  “Oh,… Johnny…”

He whispered, truly whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed this.”  I couldn’t help but start to fuck him.

I’d gotten maybe a dozen thrusts onto him when Rory squirted a little lube onto me, adding some insurance.  I was so into Johnny, I hadn’t even noticed that Rory went to Tori’s nightstand and found the bottle (and a horde of her toys).

Rory placed the head of his cock at my anus, and I stopped moving on Johnny, waiting.  Rory’s head slipped easily inside me.  That part I’d gotten used to.  Him moving further in has gotten easier, too, but I still had to consciously relax until he was all the way in.  I found if I pressed back a little, it felt easier, something that happened by accident when I thought I was pushing him back out, but if it works, it works.

Okay, this is not my favorite thing, but I wanted to do it.  I was holding my breath, but remembered to breathe, instead.  I focused on holding Johnny, focused on letting my hands roam over his shoulders and his sides, focused on kissing him, focused on lying on top of naked Johnny Walker.  And then Rory made it all the way inside me.

Oh, my god, talk about feeling ‘full.’  I’ve had Rory’s and Johnny’s big cocks inside me, and I’ve had Rory’s fully inside my ass twice, now.  But with both Johnny’s in my pussy and Rory’s up the other side… it was… … … weird.  I don’t know.  Full.  I had to let out my breath, and it came out like I was trying to hit a high note in music class.  I hadn’t been holding my breath, but it was like these two cocks made me exhale.

Both boys asked, “You okay?” at the same time, only Johnny added, “Mia?” and Rory added, “sweetie?”  Yes, that’s what I focused on.  I just bit my lip and nodded quickly.  I wasn’t going to deny myself this, I wasn’t going to demand Rory take it out.  I wanted to feel it.  I wanted to feel them.

“Dude, I can totally feel you inside there,” Johnny told Rory.

“I know,” Rory agreed.  I pictured him smiling.  “It’s like real thin between the two.  It’s like we’re rubbing our cocks together.”  They both moved their members just a little, a little jiggle in each side, getting the sensation again.

“That’s so cool…” Johnny said, and I could see his smile.

“Do it,” I said.  Or breathed.  Too quietly.  They were waiting for me.  “Do it.  Fuck me…”

Rory drew his cock back slowly but easily.  I felt the relief, but also the loss, like I suddenly missed it.  And then he pushed back in, and I felt what I lost, and it felt okay.  Johnny didn’t try to move his cock, yet.  He let Rory get a slow pace going, waiting to see if I would decide it was all over.

I looked in Johnny’s eyes.  They weren’t wild with victory, or piercing with the joy of sex.  They were worried.  Worried for me.  “Is it okay?” he asked me quietly.

I whisper-breathed back, “Yeah,” and I wrapped my hands under his head and neck and pulled his face up to me and kissed him like I wanted to while I could.  Johnny’s arms wrapped around my back, and I could feel him grasp one of Rory’s hands there.  Rory’s other hand caressed my back or my side or my ass cheek, letting me know he was there and he cared.

But he still picked up the pace in fucking my ass.  That’s what we were here to do.  That’s what I wanted.

Johnny was trying to move inside me, too, but was having difficulty.  “It’s not too easy when he’s doing the… rhythm,” he told me.  “It’s like if I really fuck you, I’m going to get pushed out.”

“No, don’t fall out,” I told him quickly.  “Stay in me.  Try to fuck, but… but stay in me.”  I tried, with Rory’s help, to get a higher position on my knees so Johnny would have a little more freedom of movement, and that did the trick. 

They worked out a pattern in the rhythm of Rory out, Johnny in, and back and forth, and it seemed to work, but then they both got into it and the rhythm fell off.  They were both feeling it and fucking me and I, I don’t know, I hit that level of momentum where my pussy and my ass were open and they could do what they wanted.  I’m not going to pretend it didn’t hurt at times, and I made plenty of noise when it did, and not a whole lot of romantic “Fuck me!” dirty talk.  My pelvis was flopping in the air between these two while I held tight onto Johnny and while Rory bent forward and held onto me and… and it was the… yielding? submission? that I wanted.  The feeling of letting go of all control and just trusting the two boys who loved me so.  Who I loved so.

But that only lasted so long.  Not that I demanded control back.  With these two athletic men above and below me, I was kind of at their mercy, although I believe they both would have put the brakes on if I’d asked.

And then I did.

“Okay, okay, okay.  Rory?  Rory?  Johnny?” I petitioned between thrusts.

“Mia? You okay?” Johnny asked.

“I need to stop,” I said.  If he didn’t hear me, I’d shout, but I saw in his eyes that he understood.  I also saw a flash of frustration — neither boy had cum, yet.  Not that I had, either, though.

“Ror,” Johnny called above me, stopping his side of the thrusting.  “Rory.”  Johnny took Rory’s hand and pressed it.  Rory understood and began to slow down, not just pulling the plug, so to speak.  One final slow in and slow out, and then his cock hung at my anus, just the crown, and then it was out. 

I thought about keeping Johnny in me, but decided to withdraw completely and I spilled to the side onto my back.  “Fuck…” I said, and then started to laugh.

Neither boy laughed with me.  They were doing their own assessment, I guess.  Then Rory collapsed, making and filling a space between me and Johnny.

“Well, babe?  How was it?” Rory asked.

I thought about it.  “Um… what I loved was having both of my men inside me.  That’s what I loved.  I don’t think we’ll do it again, but… I love having both my men with me.”  I put my hands on top of Rory’s arms and turned enough to kiss him.

Behind us, Johnny said something about tricycle wheels, with a laugh.  I was in a daze, yet.  Rory answered with something about not being done.  I don’t quite know what happened while I recovered, but I understood that Johnny had Tori’s lube, and he started fucking Rory.  I could feel that as Rory, still between us, was rocking into me.

I didn’t mean to be mean, but I pushed back at him.  “Get on top of him, jeez…” I said, joking.  But they realigned and did just that.  I propped up on my elbow to look, and Rory was on his knees, facing outward, rising and falling, impaling himself on Johnny’s cock.

I had watched him and Conor do their painful fuck on Girl Talk Day, and I had watched him and Johnny try each other on for size on Operation Day, but Rory looked like he was fully enjoying fucking himself on Johnny’s cock on this Scrabble Day.  His cock was still hard.  And bouncing.  I liked to watch it bounce.

I rolled onto my knees and began to stroke Rory’s cock, getting what was left of the lube off.  I didn’t want to suck a butt-dirty cock, but I wanted to suck his cock for him.  I licked and spit in my hand and cleaned his cock as he bounced, then said to hell with it and sucked my Rory’s cock.

“Oh, babe…” Rory moaned.

“You like that, Rory?” I asked him, pulling off, but teasing the front of his cock with my tongue tip.  I didn’t even have to move my tongue.

“Yes,” he moaned.  “Both of you.”

I understood.  Like me, he was now getting something from both of us.

“Keep doing that, babe.  Keep doing that.”

I wondered what “that” was, then realized I was licking his sweet spot under his corona as he rose and fell.  I made sure to keep the tease alive and hit that bit every time.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, Johnny… Mia, I’m gonna cum…” Rory told the ceiling.

And he did cum.  I have to say, I love watching boys cum, and seeing Rory shoot off in a shower six or seven times was a hell of a lot of fun!  It wasn’t a series of jets, it was a spray because of his bouncing — cum drops flying like rain.  Yes, I got some on me.  Quite a bit, actually.  And we’d forgotten to lay down a towel.  There was laundry in our future.  But watching that white stuff shoot out of his cock and see his face in ultimate rapture was not an everyday occurrence.

And I saw Johnny’s arms around him.  I knew how that felt.

Rory pretty much stopped and sagged forward, falling off of Johnny’s cock.  Johnny sat up with him as Rory collapsed and fell forward, laughing at the pleasure.  Johnny slapped his ass.

“And you?” I asked Johnny.

“Doesn’t quite do it for me,” he said, pulling off the condom with a smack.  He tossed it at the nightstand, but it didn’t quite make it.

“With Rory?” I asked him.

“No, doing it with Rory is fine.  Just can’t cum inside his ass, it’s too tight,” he said.

I just looked at him with a face like ‘you think you have to tell me that?’ and we both laughed.  Then I knew what I had to do.  I spun and lay down next to Rory’s body.  I reached out my hand.  “What would make you cum?”

Johnny looked at me like I was his.  Right then, I was.  He got to his knees then put himself over me.  I spread my legs for him, and locked my ankles behind his butt, pulling him down onto me.  And then Johnny Walker fucked me proper.

Yes…

“Make love to me, Johnny.”

“I always do,” he said.  “When I… when you guys… invite me…” he corrected.  Rory’s hand rose up and then fell on Johnny’s ass.  He patted him several times, and also caressed my ankle and foot before he moved on, stroking Johnny’s thigh, still, while he fucked me.

Now my juices were flowing.  Having both my boys in me was a dream, but I really enjoy one-on-one.  I was so ready to cum.

So was Johnny, though, and I realized he no longer had a condom on.

“Johnny?  Johnny?  Please.  You have to pull out.  Or wrap it up.  You have to,” I begged.

Johnny slowed and sputtered to a halt.  His jaw was clenched, I could see, and his eyes shut tight.  I touched his cheek, caressed his jaw.  “Please.”

He reached behind him under the pillow to get one of the rubbers he’d brought out from his trip to his jeans.

“For you,” he said while rolling it on.  It took us some several thrusts to get back to where we had been, but the peace of mind was worth it.

I really have to get on birth control.

I’m used to condoms, but Rory and I cheat now and then and pull out in good time.  And I’d so wanted to feel Johnny’s bare cock, again, so I did.  But even with the condom, the feeling of just having Johnny inside of me… of fucking Johnny… of having my arms wrapped around him, of feeling his engine running inside, of that cock turning me on, of hearing his little grunts and growls and smelling his musk as we both perspired and stealing a kiss while we both tried to control our breathing and —

And cumming in a huge wave…

Even in my fits of rapture, I had to look at Johnny when he came half-a-moment after me to see him do that heart-paddle convulsion as he shot his cum into me.  Into the condom, but he was inside me.  We shared the orgasm.

I wanted Rory to feel it with us, but that was not possible, was it?  Being with my two men…  I suppose Rory could fuck Johnny while Johnny fucked me and we could try to… but then I wouldn’t feel Rory’s cum, and that’s what I’d wanted — to feel all three of our shared orgasms.  It didn’t really work with the double-penetration.  Can’t get everything I want, I guess.

Johnny lay atop me, comatose, and I took all his weight just to keep his cock inside me for once, to keep him inside me.  He did wake up and roll off me, and I felt that loss again, that little sadness at his leaving me empty.  Sharing room on Tori’s full-size bed was easier than on a twin, but it had been kind of creative how we’d been arranging our space.  The way Johnny rolled and stopped, it was a kind of comfortable triangle, with Rory trapping Johnny inside his legs, Johnny holding Rory’s knee like a teddy bear, his head on his other leg, while I had Johnny’s ankle and stroked the hair on his calf and played with his toes, and I had Rory’s eyes and Rory’s smile and Rory’s kiss.

All three of us had a little nap.  When we came to, I saw Rory looking at me, still, love in his eyes.  I smiled back at him.  We’d done our thing.  He kissed me, and I was back in his arms.  Yes, I was in love.  This was the guy.

Then the other guy I was in love with moved and snuggled up to my back and put an arm over both me and Rory.  I was with both my boys, again.  This was where I wanted to be: between them.

Was I in love with Johnny like I was with Rory?  No.  But could I be, if…  I had to not think like that.

I looked at Rory’s eyes.  “Hey, I have a present for you.  Can you get my phone?” I asked, as I was in the middle on Tori’s bed.  Rory rolled off and searched our clothes for my phone and brought it back to me.

“Okay, sit up.  Watch this.”  I gave Rory my phone back, and he spun over to sit by the pillows.  Johnny’s video played.

“Hi,” Johnny’s voice said.  “I miss you.  I’ve been waiting to get together, again.”

Rory looked over at me.  I said, “Don’t look at me.  Look at the screen.  He’s talking to you.”

Rory watched the screen.  Johnny’s video progressed, and I watched Rory’s cock grow back to strength.  It’s amazing to see that happen.  One moment, it’s just hanging there, then it moves, and grows fat, and grows long, and gets hard, and points up.  Amazing.

“Watch this, watch this!” I said to Johnny, pointing at Rory’s cock getting hard.

“I know how it works,” Johnny laughed into my hair.  “I have one of my own.”

Then I watched Rory start to jerk off.

“Oh, that’s it,” Johnny’s voice said.  “Keep going.”  And Rory did.

Johnny — the real Johnny — caressed my breasts.  “You got him riding on the unicycle.  I was going to let him fuck me, but if he cums now, he’ll be down for another half-hour, maybe,” he said.

“Going somewhere?” I asked Johnny.  I shouldn’t have asked.  Now it got him thinking of where he should be.

“There’s Soccer practice, and Orchestra rehearsal, I have to choose one, today,” Johnny thought out loud.

Johnny on the video said, “I want you…  God, how I want you…”

“Got a few more condoms, too,” I reminded him.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged.  Then snickered, “And poor old Conor only had one.”

“No, Costa gave him his,” Rory said in a thick voice while still jerking off.  “Silke doesn’t need them.”

“Oh, you feel so good…” video Johnny moaned.  “I wanna fff…  oh, yes…  I wanna fuck you.  You know that, right?  I wanna fuck you…”

Real Johnny dropped his head, and got real quiet.  His hand froze in place.

Damn.

Now he was thinking of Lyla, just on the other side of that wall.

“I lov-… I lov-… oh… oh…” video Johnny told Rory.

In front of us, Rory started stroking faster, breathing loudly through his nose, his eyes down to slits but he still watched the phone screen.  Then he gasped and came again.  The shot was a little more controlled this time, a short shot, then a rocket, then several short ones that he caught on his chest and stomach.  I still loved seeing it.

Rory lay back, covered in his cum, breathing in short bursts, but relaxing.

 “You… are… incredible…!  I really need to hold you.  I just want to hold you.”  Video Johnny and Rory were cuddling.

Real Johnny wasn’t holding my body anymore.

“You were going to send that to Lyla, right?” Johnny asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Wait until later.  Please.  Wait until after Conor’s gone to practice, okay?” he asked.  “I don’t want him to see it.”

We lay there quietly for another five minutes or so.  I didn’t mash his face into my breasts, I didn’t make any demands.  I just held him.

Johnny started to shift.  He sat up, stood off the bed, and headed to the door, opening it.  “Is there a washroom up here?” he asked me.  “We could use a warm washcloth.”

I nodded and pointed to the right just as naked Conor walked by, humming some stupid tune.  He looked at Johnny, poked him in the chest, and said, “Zoinks!” and moved on.

Johnny didn’t move.  He just stood at the open door.  Then he made a decision, closed the door, and turned around.  He picked up his sweatshirt.

Damn.

He quietly got dressed.  I deliberated trying to stop him, again, but this time Rory’s hand was on my shoulder, not on Johnny’s.

“Hey… I’m gonna skip going to Soccer practice,” he told Rory.  “Since I missed my Orchestra class today, I’m gonna go to the after school rehearsal.”

“But we’re heading into the playoffs soon…”  Rory sat on the edge of the bed, next to me.  I sat up and joined him.  He put his arm around me.

“No.”  Johnny was going to say more, but swallowed his words.  Then took a breath.  “We’re learning… in Orchestra, we’re learning this piece for the winter concert.  It’s… um…”  He turned away from us.  His voice was faltering.  “Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis.  It’s really good and I… my cello section is really carrying some weight in this.  And we’re doing this piece from Tosca and there’s a cello solo in it I’m trying to get, but I’m just a Sophomore, and I’ve got this fuckin’ wrist brace! so I probably won’t, but I have to show Stromboli that I have what it takes.”  He looked right at us.  His eyes looked… grey, like a storm.  “I have to go.”

He opened the door, went down the short hall and the stairs.  He found his shoes and brown bomber jacket and his backpack and then Johnny Walker was gone.

A month and a half later, at the winter Orchestra concert, I cried my eyes out when they played that Fantasia song, it was so beautiful.  I swear I could hear Johnny playing.  Just him.

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