5 comments/ 56761 views/ 17 favorites Demi-Love By: tanyachrs "Not now," Dmitry said, pushing my hand away. "You know Adam's coming over." "I can see your cock right through those shorts. If you don't want me to touch you, you should wear underwear." He looked down with a frown. "I don't see anything." "You will once it's hard." I rubbed him through the fabric, feeling that delicious sponginess that means an erection is starting, the meaty thickness of a slowly growing cock. "Sara." "Let me make you hard, baby. I want to see it." I breathed into his ear, tracing the opening with my tongue. "But Adam is coming." That was the idea. I checked the front of his shorts and was happy to see his cock straining against them in an obvious way. The white fabric was too thin to disguise the rich brown of his cock and too confining to hide its contours. "I'm so hot," I whispered. "Aren't you hot?" I let go of his dick so I could pull his shirt over his head. "Sara." "Adam's seen you with your shirt off before." I wondered if Adam had ever seen him hard and pulsing in his shorts before. He was going to. "You're so gorgeous, baby. Let me play with you. Please?" I nibbled on a nipple. "Now you've got me all horny." He put my hand back on his cock. "How much time do we have?" He tried to twist his head around to see the clock but I stopped him by straddling him. "There's always time for a blow job and you need one bad. Look." I lifted my ass so we could both see his cock beneath my short skirt. Dmitry's skin is the color of polished bronze and his shorts were a close-fitting, flimsy white. As his cock pressed again them, it not only left an outline, it nearly glowed. "You can't expect me to resist that." "I'm going to change." He pushed me off and stood up. "Hey." There was Adam, right on time. "I'm interrupting." "My fault. Don't mind us." I gave Adam the hug and kiss he normally got, then looked at Dmitry who was hanging back. His cock was so visibly hard I almost laughed. "Say hi, Dmitry." "Hey, like I've never seen you with a hard-on before. Come here." Adam caught him by the hand and pulled him in for a hug. Their chests made contact, then their pelvises. I sighed. Adam slid his arm along Dmitry's back. "We're not going to start getting all shy around each other, are we, Demi?" They call each other Demi--short for both Dmitry and Adam. It's sort of like 'Dude' to them but it sounds like an endearment the way they say it. No one else is allowed. "Sorry, Demi." Dmitry said. He put his hand on the back of Adam's head and they stood face to face the way they sometimes do, noses almost touching like they're talking with their eyes. "Kiss and make up," I said. Dmitry laughed, then grabbed Adam and swooped him backwards like Rhett in Gone with the Wind and planted a big smacker right on Adam's lips. He's only a little bigger than Adam but he picked him up like he weighed nothing and carried him to the futon and dropped him from so high he bounced. "I'll get you a beer." "I'll get it," I said quickly. "You boys relax." I gave Dmitry a push, making him fall backwards into Adam. Before he could get up I handed him the stack of DVDs. "Decide what you want to watch." When I looked back from the doorway Dmitry was still half in Adam's lap, his dark head bent towards Adam's blond one, his thick curls brushing Adam's cheek as he leaned forward to see one of the covers better. Adam reached up and brushed Dmitry's hair back and they looked at each other for a moment before going back to their task. When I first met Adam, he was wary of me. Dmitry's last girlfriend had tried to keep them apart out of jealousy. I would never try to keep them apart because, as beautiful as they are separately, they're more beautiful together. There's a bond--a sweetness and a love--that goes back to when they were boys together. Plus they're just damn hot, and I intended to make sure they finally did something about it. When I came back in they were still curled around each other, hips nestled together and Dmitry's arm slung over Adam's torso. I put the drinks down on a side table out of reach. I didn't really want anyone to have a cold drink in their hand. "What did you pick?" Dmitry handed me the box for some action-adventure movie. The cover showed a half-naked guy wrestling--or was it caressing?--a half-naked woman. What we needed was Spartacus. I took the DVD from him but didn't put it in the machine. "I should let you sit here," Adam said. He struggled to a sitting position, taking Dmitry with him. I moved in front of them and put a hand on Adam's shoulder to keep him from getting up. Their legs were tangled: Dmitry's thigh over one of Adam's, his calf nestled between them. He pulled it free so that they sat side by side. Adam's face was flushed and I could see the bulge in Dmitry's pants had only partly settled. I knelt on the floor between them, an arm around each. "You're fine where you are. I wouldn't come between you two." "I know that." Adam looked uncomfortable. "And you wouldn't come between us." "No, of course not." He was fidgeting, looking to Dmitry for reassurance. Dmitry was frowning at me, uncertain where I was going. "I know you didn't mean to, but you interrupted what we were doing earlier." "Sorry, I--" "Look, he's still hard." Adam's eyes shifted to Dmitry's crotch. A little sound escaped from the back of his throat. I put my hand under Dmitry's balls, running my thumb across their tops to smooth the fabric of his shorts more tightly across them. Dmitry grabbed my wrist. "Sara. What--?" "Shhh. Adam doesn't mind." I moved his hand to my breast and held it there, stroking his cock lightly with my other hand. His hand on my breast was dead weight and his face was frozen, but his cock was growing. I rubbed the head to pick up the pre-cum I knew would be gathered there and let it soak through the white fabric, turning it translucent. Adam's eyes hadn't moved since I'd first directed them to Dmitry's erection. If he'd seen Dmitry hard before, he hadn't gotten enough of it. "This is crazy," Dmitry said, his voice husky. He moved his free hand to intercept mine but Adam caught it tightly in his own. "It's OK," he said. "We're OK here." We each held one of Dmitry's hands, forming a circle of arms, and eyes, around his cock. "He's embarrassed about being hard," I said. "But you're hard too, aren't you, Adam?" I didn't know for sure but it was a good guess. Adam swallowed and nodded, his eyes rising to meet Dmitry's. "I'll bet it's uncomfortable in those jeans. Help him, Dmitry." I let go of his hand and pushed it towards Adam. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the other hand free. I held my breath. He reached for Adam. Adam sat trembling but still as Dmitry unbuttoned his jeans and started to lower his zipper. When it caught, he rose, and Dmitry rose with him. Standing face to face they seemed to sway towards each other as if magnetized. Dmitry's hands were still on Adam's zipper and now Adam moved his to Dmitry's shoulders. I saw Dmitry's long lashes close over his rich, brown eyes as they leaned into each other. Their lips met softly. "Adam," Dmitry said, raising his hands to Adam's face. "I've always--" "I know." "I'm so hard." Adam's voice shook. He took Dmitry's hands in his and guided them back to his zipper. Together they pushed his jeans over his hips, letting them slide to the floor. I slowly lifted Adam's feet, one at a time, and freed them. Adam and Dmitry didn't even notice. They stood, not touching, holding an eye contact so intense that only they could do it. When I had Adam's jeans off, I backed away. I'd done what I could. Always Dmitry had been the leader--a little taller, a little stronger, a little older. Now it was Adam who took charge. He pressed Dmitry back down on the sofa, leaning against him to suck at his neck. Dmitry sighed and let his head tip back. Adam's lips worked in liquid circles, his tongue flickering between them to caress Dmitry's silken skin. I knew how his skin felt--firm but supple and unusually warm. I heard a moan and was surprised to realize it was Adam. His erection pressed forward against his boxers and I could see a wet spot forming. Dmitry's moan echoed Adam's. He turned his head to find Adam's lips but Adam shook him off. "Let me," he said, his hand coming up to Dmitry's chest. "You don't know . . . " He didn't finish the sentence, but I knew. How often had I been entranced by Dmitry's neck, by his strong chin and oddly delicate ears, by the dark smoothness of his chest, hard as his cock beneath my hands, and the nubbly nipples that made him squirm when I pulled on them. Dmitry was making those sounds I knew so well. Adam was finding his sweet spots, his mouth moving more quickly now between neck and ears, and then I saw his fingers pinch a nipple and it was hard to know who moaned first or loudest. It might have been me. "Demi," Adam said. "Oh God, Demi." He put his mouth where his fingers had been, pulling away and then back in a strong sucking motion. Dmitry was writhing. His hands moved spasmodically on Adam's shoulders and I suddenly knew that I'd always been too gentle. Adam's hand moved to the back of Dmitry's neck as he lifted his head and pulled it fiercely against Dmitry's. Their mouths met so hard I heard their teeth collide, but they didn't retreat. Their hands rushed over each other as their lips joined and parted and joined again in a flash of tongues. I lifted the edge of Adam's shirt and maneuvered it into Dmitry's hand. He pulled and Adam shifted and the shirt was off and forgotten, no more a reality than I was. Their naked chests touched. Their lips stopped, clinging to each other, as their eyes opened and met and they slowly separated. For a moment I was afraid they might stop there but then Dmitry put his hands on Adam's pecs. He circled them tentatively, thumbs brushing across his nipples. "I've never--" "It works the same," I said. I don't know if he heard me, but he put an arm against Adam's back and pressed him over it as he's so often done to me. He leaned into Adam's straining body and flicked his tongue against a nipple. Adam's face was only inches from mine, his eyes closed, his long bangs falling over his forehead. His lips were parted and I could hear the mewling sounds he made as Dmitry licked and sucked at his nipples. He raised his hands and fisted them in Dmitry's hair, his whimpers getting louder until Dmitry lifted his head and their eyes met again. Dmitry was looking at Adam, but I could see his eyes as clearly as if they were staring straight into mine. They'd never been so big, so dark. I wanted him to fuck me; I wanted him to fuck Adam. Adam reached for the front of Dmitry's shorts, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned them and cautiously drew down the zipper. I heard him suck in air as Dmitry's cock was revealed. It was a beautiful cock--not much bigger than average, but thick and perfectly shaped with a generous foreskin peeling back to give a peek at the shining, deep-red head. "You're beautiful," Adam said, echoing what I was thinking. He slid Dmitry's shorts to the floor, then reached greedily for his cock, his mouth already moving towards it. Dmitry stopped him. "Fair is fair," he said. He yanked Adam's boxers off in a quick motion, then casually tossed them to me. Adam reached for him again, but Dmitry stopped him again. "There's no rush." "I'm afraid you'll--" "How could I?" Adam closed his eyes and sighed, the tension leaving him as he swayed forward into Dmitry's embrace. Dmitry pulled him to his knees, moving to mirror him. They faced each other on the couch, the distance separating them spanned by their straining cocks which brushed lightly, then bobbed apart. They reached for each other as one, their chests and mouths meeting as their cocks slid together. Adam's cock was cut, a pale pillar throbbing with a tangle of veins. It shone against Dmitry's darker one. The heads, where they touched, were almost equally purple, almost equally wet, and as they thrust together the wetness transferred from cock to cock. It slid in smeary streaks down their shafts, the one lubricating the other. I could hear the matching wetness of their mouths meeting, the sucking and slurping of two hungry tongues. And their chests, now equally slick from a sheen of sweat, glistened with the same light/dark contrast as their cocks. Stunning. I gave the front of the futon a yank and it unfurled like magic, toppling them backwards as it slid open behind them. They took turns rolling each other across their newly enlarged playground. First Dmitry was on top, nipping at Adam's nipples, then Adam flipped him in another dive for Dmitry's cock, but Dmitry was quick to recover. Adam had barely gotten within sucking range before Dmitry threw him across the futon and pounced on him again. I couldn't tell if they were making out or wrestling. Their naked bodies were aggressively tangled. Their moans were spiced with mocking jeers and affectionate obscenities. "Hold still, you slippery bastard." "Like fuck I will." "I'll fuck you if you hold still." "We'll see who's getting fucked." I was rooting for Dmitry, moving around the futon to find the best view of their love play. Dmitry's teeth looked sharp as they latched onto Adam's neck. I couldn't tell if the scream he let out was one of agony or ecstasy but it didn't stop Adam's hand on Dmitry's cock. They were pumping each other furiously, their arms twisted like lovers drinking a toast. Adam had one hand on Dmitry's cock, the other trying to slow Dmitry's hand on his own. His face was flushed and his dick looked twice the size it had earlier. I knew he couldn't take much more. He started to whimper. No longer able to resist Dmitry's onslaught, he released his grip, his hands opening and closing in time with his breathing. "Oh, God, Demi. I can't. Please, wait." His legs were thrashing wildly, a foot nearly colliding with my chin as I came in for a closer look. In a sudden move, Dmitry spun him over onto his stomach and put him in an arm-lock, his mouth resting tauntingly against Adam's ear. "Say you'll lie still." "What are you going to do?" "Are you afraid of me?" Dmitry gave his arm a tug. "Never." "Then trust me." His voice was like a caress and Adam shuddered against it. "Say it." "I'll lie still, Demi. Only. . . " Dmitry let go of his arm and rolled him over so they were looking at each other. "Only don't make me come too soon, only don't let it end. I don't want it to end." He pulled Dmitry's head down to his own and they kissed softly and deeply. "I keep telling you," Dmitry said. "Now let me do this." He moved between Adam's legs, separating them roughly. "It's too much. I won't be able to--" "I haven't even touched you yet, baby. Besides, I've got no idea what I'm doing. Tell me if this is good." He pulled Adam's cock aggressively towards his mouth, then paused before sinking it down his throat in a single, swift motion. Adam arched his back as Dmitry continued to swallow and release, faster and more firmly than I had ever dared. It would take about one minute of this . . . "Demi!" "Slow down," I suggested, putting my hand on the back of Dmitry's neck. "Savor." Dmitry pulled back so that only the tip of Adam's cock remained in his mouth. I saw him lick around the rim, then slurp the head roughly back in. Adam gave a softer sigh and Dmitry's touch gentled as he enjoyed the sensuousness of his lover's taste and the sound of his best friend's moans. Only I had my eyes open now. Only I could see Adam's creamy dick slide along Dmitry's dark cheek when Dmitry mouthed his balls. Only I could see Dmitry's cheeks bulging with them or the flicker of his tongue as it licked around and beneath them, then up the shaft. Only I saw his throat convulse as he swallowed Adam deeply: the tear clinging to his eyelashes, the involuntary spasms of his wide-spread mouth. "So good," Adam murmured. "Oh, God, it's so good." Dmitry was a natural. His hands flew across Adam, never still. They tugged and pressed, they slid and rubbed. His mouth and tongue were everywhere and Adam responded to each sensation with a flurry of moans and sighs that had both me and Dmitry squirming. I looked at Dmitry's cock where it brushed against the futon as he rolled and shifted to control Adam's thrashing. It was leaving a trail of wetness where it pressed--big and hard, so inviting. I itched to touch it, to give to him what he was giving to Adam. But I knew that was for Adam to do. Even now, Adam was begging for it. "Let me. You've got to stop. Demi, please let me." I saw Dmitry slow further, his mouth grow more gentle on Adam's dick, his hands move to steady Adam's thighs. Adams moans shifted into overdrive--as if this new tenderness were more than he could bear. He sounded like me, like me when Dmitry was sucking my clit in that maddening way as my orgasm went on and on, when I thought it might never end and one sound blended into another. Was he coming? "Please!" No, not yet. He wasn't coming yet. "Dmitry," I said. He looked at me, Adam's dick still buried in his throat, his mouth strained around it and his eyes wet and huge. He'd never looked more gorgeous. "Fair is fair," I said, stroking his hair. "Let him." He released Adam slowly, deliberately. He looked as stunned as Adam, like I was waking him from a dream. Then he shook his head at me and bent back towards Adam's dick. "Oh, no, you don't," Adam said. He reared up, dodging Dmitry's grasping arms. They grappled, torso to torso, until Adam managed to briefly pin Dmitry on his back, his head towards me. "Help me," Adam said. It was clear he was losing the battle. I grabbed Dmitry, pulling his arms over his head and away from Adam. "It's your turn," I insisted. He was still fighting, bucking his hips and twisting his legs. Adam lay down on top of him, his body stretched across Dmitry's, pressing him down. "You promised," he said against Dmitry's lips. Dmitry stilled beneath him, opening his mouth and drawing Adam's tongue in. With my face inches from theirs and Dmitry's hands in mine, I watched them kiss. Adam drew back, moving his mouth down Dmitry's chest and towards his twitching cock. Dmitry wrested one of his hands from mine and reached for Adam but Adam shifted quickly out of the way, positioning himself between Dmitry's legs. Now, finally, Dmitry let it happen. I took his hand back in mine and nuzzled my face against his neck. I felt, more than saw, Adam swallow him. I felt him tense, then slowly relax. I felt the moan thrumming deep within his throat moments before I heard it rip free. I felt his hands grip mine, his body arch. His head dropped backwards over the futon. His eyes were open and wild, his curls tossed like serpentine streamers around his face. I cradled his head in my hands, kissing him, sucking his moans into my mouth, running my hands through his hair, hopelessly aroused. "So hot," I murmured against him. "You're so hot. And Adam." "Adam," he echoed. "Look at him. Watch him." I propped his head up so he could see. Adam was slurping with abandon, having finally gotten what he'd always wanted: his friend's cock in his mouth. "Adam," Dmitry said again. Adam raised his eyes to Dmitry's and smiled around his cock, then he swallowed it even deeper and pistoned it in and out of his mouth until Dmitry screamed and dropped his head back onto the futon. "Do it," he said. "God, do it. You're so good." He pushed his ass closer to Adam's head in unspoken invitation and Adam lowered his tongue without a moment's hesitation. I had always wanted to--always meant to--do this to him, but I never had. Adam was and it was driving him crazy. I moved next to Adam, getting as close as I could without interrupting him. I was dying to see it. Demi-Love His nose was beneath Dmitry's balls. His tongue was darting in and out of his asshole and his mouth appeared to be kissing and sucking in time with it. I couldn't know what it felt like but I could see Dmitry's reaction to it: a stupefied surrender. Dmitry was wholly lost in the sensation of his buddy's lips and tongue caressing and invading him. Then Adam wet a finger and added it to the mix, sliding it slowly into Dmitry until it was completely buried. A sort of non-stop humming noise was coming from somewhere within Dmitry's throat. "Yes," he purred. "Please, yes." Adam started sliding the finger in and out, his mouth alternating between Dmitry's balls and the sensitive rim of his asshole. I watched the finger, fascinated by the way Dmitry's ass seemed to suck it in greedily, then cling to it longingly as it withdrew. Adam added a second finger, twisting them against each other in a motion that pushed Dmitry over the edge. The sonorous humming stopped and now a torrent of obscenities and blasphemies burst from him as he found his own dirty slice of heaven. "Jesus, fuck. Fuck, Demi, Jesus, fuck." Leaving two fingers buried in Dmitry's ass, Adam returned his attention to his cock, stroking it with his free hand while he mouthed the head. He took deep, slurping dives down Dmitry's shaft and I could tell from the way Dmitry arched his back that Adam was curling his fingers up to meet his plunging mouth. The combination had Dmitry thrashing and groaning. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come, Demi." "No," Adam said, surprising me. "Wait." He withdrew his fingers and gave a final lingering lick with his tongue. "Together," he said. He got to his knees, pulling Dmitry up to join him. "I want us to come together. I want to see you and feel you when I come, when you come." I watched their mouths join, wondering what it tasted like: Adam's tongue fresh from Dmitry's asshole. There was no hesitation on either's part. Their lips and tongues met as their hands moved downward. They pressed their cocks together, their hands circling them where they joined, a sliding mass of hardness and wet. There was no wrestling now--only love making as they kissed deeply and hungrily, separating briefly to look into each other's eyes or at their bodies rubbing rhythmically against one another. They sighed and mumbled: Demi, Demi, it was all Demi. I could only slip my hand beneath my skirt, could only watch as they drove themselves--and me--closer to climax, could only imagine the sticky heat of two jets of cum simultaneously shooting skyward. I could see the cum coat them as they continued to stroke each other: the way it splashed up, then slid back down, their sweat-soaked torsos. I butted my head between them, licking at the streaks of cum, not caring if I licked them off Dmitry or Adam as they kissed and kissed and kissed above me. "Thank you, Demi," I heard Adam say. "That was all I ever wanted." "All?" Dmitry teased. "Well, all that and more." "Here's to more," Dmitry said. I felt him pull Adam closer, heard them kiss. "And here's to Sara," he said, raising me to their level. He kissed me, taking their mingled cum into his mouth. "And to Sara," Adam agreed. "Thank you, Sara." Yes, thank you, Sara. Thank you, Sara, indeed. If you enjoyed this story, please send me feedback. Hearing from readers like you is what makes the time I spend writing these stories worthwhile.