Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) Page 3

  “What’s scarier?” Greg held the club in one hand and his dick in the other, like he was making a comparison. “My cock in your ass, or this club?”

  Joey laughed. That must be a joke, right? Right?

  “Gotta start somewhere,” Greg said. “And the club isn’t quite as massive as my huge dick.”

  Joey swallowed hard. His throat felt full of cotton. He couldn’t speak as Greg dug into his man-purse and pulled out condoms and lube. “Bend over.”

  Joey’s voice broke as he asked, “Why?”

  Greg ripped one condom packet away from the rest and tore into it. “Because I said so.”

  Joey’d been really hard until now. Suddenly his erection dwindled and his dick hung limp on a pillow of balls. Just the idea of getting fucked by anything…

  “I don’t have all day,” Greg chided, tapping his foot on the ground. “The big wedding party thingy is tonight and I need the afternoon to style my hair.”

  Rolling his eyes, Joey smiled. Despite his trepidations, he couldn’t help finding Greg amusing. “Hey, isn’t it kind of weird that Maggie and Ed are basically having their wedding reception and rehearsal dinner in one night?”

  “God, don’t remind me—I have to go to Ed’s straight-guy bachelor party afterward. Whoever planned this wedding weekend should be burned at the stake.”

  “I guess it sort of makes sense,” Joey said, realizing he’d found a way to distract Greg from shoving things up his ass. “Because my Aunt Janet wanted Maggie getting married on a Sunday, but then if they had the big party after that everyone would be driving home drunk and that’s no good, so—”

  “Stop talking.”

  Greg approached Joey ominously. He thrust a condom over the club’s cylindrical grip, and Joey could only thank god the thing wasn’t flared. Small mercies.

  “Bend over,” Greg instructed. “Use that rock ledge.”

  The rock was lush with deep green moss, and Joey was glad there was something to cushion his hands and knees. With his pants around his ankles, Joey hopped to the ledge and bent over. It occurred to him that if he really didn’t want this he could just pull up his pants and leave. So the truth? Well, maybe he did want it. Maybe he was curious enough to go for it.

  Lube first. Greg flooded Joey’s ass crack. The slippery stuff rushed to coat his balls and he trembled. God, what a weird feeling. Not bad, though. Pretty good.

  Joey’s breath came faster as Greg’s free hand met his balls, rubbing in the lube, coating them good. He swallowed hard. Was he really ready for this?

  “Didn’t you always dream of this?” Greg taunted. “That one day you’d be out in the woods and some faggy little dude would start shoving stuff up your ass?”

  The dizziness was overwhelming, and Joey had to lower his head to the moss. It smelled earthy and dense, like life itself.

  “Fuck,” Joey sighed.

  “Fuck you?” Greg teased. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  Joey whipped his head around in terror. What a relief when he realized Greg was just coming at him with a finger. Even so, he tensed when Greg’s fingertip circled the tight pucker of his ass. “Oh my god…”

  “Do you ever do this when you jerk off?” Greg asked, tracing rings around Joey’s hole. “Ever shove a finger up your ass?”

  Without another moment’s hesitation, Greg shoved a ruthless finger past Joey’s clenched ass ring. He yelped, processing the blaze quickly, holding on as it morphed into a warm, glowing sort of pleasure.

  “No.” Joey swallowed hard. “No, man. Never.”

  “Really?” Greg challenged as he pumped his slick finger in Joey’s ass. “I don’t think I believe you, man.”

  Joey whimpered when Greg added another finger, spreading the elastic grip of his ass. “Maybe,” he said. “Yeah, I guess once or twice.”

  “What else?”

  Greg probed Joey’s ass, finding a spot that made him gasp and clutch the moss. “What do you mean, what else?”

  “What else have you shoved up your ass?”

  “Oh.” Well, that conditioner bottle with the slim cylindrical cap, for starters. “Uhh… nothing.”

  “You think I’m gonna believe that?” Greg stroked that spot—what the hell was that spot? It felt incredible. “Tell me what’s been in here, Joey boy. What, a carrot? A banana?”

  “No, nothing like that,” Joey cried. His dick was hard as wood. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”

  “Don’t you even think about coming yet!” Greg smacked Joey’s hand away from his hard-on with the silver head of that goddamn golf club. Well, at least the guy didn’t plan on shoving that end up his ass! “Tell me what you’ve buried up here.”

  Greg plunged a third finger into Joey’s ass, and a swift burn tore down his thighs. “Okay, okay! A conditioner bottle—just the cap part.”

  “What else?” Greg prodded.

  Was there any sense in pretending? “A marker,” he said. “A thick one.”

  But Greg wasn’t satisfied. Three fingers raced in and out of Joey’s ass as he asked, “What else?”

  “Nothing!” Joey lied.

  Greg knew better. “Something.”

  God, was he really going to admit this? “Okay, it was a piece of ginger root.”

  Obviously Greg was impressed, because his fingers slowed in Joey’s ass. “Ginger, eh? That’s kinky.”

  “Yeah, well I peeled it so it wasn’t too thick, but man, it burned so bad I had to shove the shower thingy between my cheeks and wash out my ass. Hurt like hell.”

  A deep growl emerged from Greg’s throat, and he said, “Wish I had some now. I’d love to see you squirm.”

  “Shit, you mean I’m not squirming enough already?” Joey winced as Greg started rolling three fingers inside his ass. It didn’t hurt, not really. The sensation was something else, something wicked and unfamiliar. “God, you’re making my thighs shake.”

  “I know the feeling.” Greg’s erection smacked Joey’s thigh. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand here watching your sweet ass devour half my hand.”

  “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.”

  “So
rry,” 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.