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Lying in their shared sleeping bag, Blair looked up at the stars in the sky as his head lay in the hollow of Jim's shoulder as he reflected on the fact that God surely agreed that Simon needed to be seduced. He--God, Blair amended to himself-- had not only arranged for Simon to be able to take vacation at the same time as Blair and Jim, He had also arranged for the night to be beautiful and the fire to be warm and the air to be a comfortable warm temperature. All in all, Blair could not have asked for a better seduction scene. All that remained now was to actually seduce Simon. In that, though, he would have the help of his Sentinel lover. He stole a glance at Simon as the black man lay on top of his sleeping bag.
He'd peeled off his shirt and hung it over the nearest branch of the tree, and now his chest reflected the dancing firelight. The black man's eyes were closed, and Blair gently nudged Jim. "Is he asleep?" he whispered, barely audible even to the Sentinel. Jim listened for a second, and then shook his head. "Good," Blair said, rolling to the side and getting to his hands and knees as he crept quietly around the fire. Jim stole silently around the other side, ending up at Simon's head. He froze as a fly flew by, and Simon raised his hands to swat at it.
As he did that, Jim moved in a flash and pinned Simon's wrists to the ground, so that the dark man would be unable to fight against their onslaught. He motioned Blair in, and Blair lunged forward, kissing Simon quickly as the other man opened his eyes and looked up.
Simon's first instinct was to return the possessive kiss that devoured him, hoping that it was part of the pleasant dream of Jim and Blair that he'd been having, and when his eyes opened up to see Blair leaning over him, mouth pressed to his own, his first thought was that he really wasn't awake, that this was still part of his dream. When he tried to move and wrap his arms around Blair to roll him over, he found himself pinned down and raised his eyes to see Jim leaning over him, smiling down. "Surprise," he said softly.
"Surprise?" Simon forced out, around Blair's hot mouth kissing him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Kissing you for now," Blair said, leaning back just enough to tuck his hair behind his ears as he moved down to Simon's throat. "Later on we get to the fun things, like licking and nibbling and blowjobs and fucking," he whispered.
Simon shuddered at the erotic imagery that Blair was painting. "I thought that… you and Jim were sort of exclusive."
"We were, until we played truth or dare one night and we found out that we both were in love with you and we've been watching you and decided you felt the same way. So… we invited you with us for the sole purpose of making intense and frantic love to you until you admit that you love us," explained Blair as he nibbled Simon's collarbone, and Jim's free hand was beginning to stroke Simon's arms calmingly. "So we'll be a three way exclusive relationship instead of two way."
"If I go ahead and admit it up front, will you still make intense and frantic love to me until I collapse?" asked Simon with a teasing smile. "If not, I can hold it back."
Jim leaned over and nudged Blair away from Simon's throat for a moment as he got into his captain's face. "We are going to make love to you no matter when you say it," Jim promised huskily. "It's just a matter of do you let yourself enjoy it now or later."
Simon shuddered at Jim's words as Blair kissed down Simon's chest, ignoring his nipples for a moment as he licked straight down, rubbing his cheek against the soft down of hair that sparsely dotted Simon's chest and pointed down towards his groin. Blair's hands rested on the button of Simon's jeans, and looked up at the dark man as Jim slowly released his arms. "Go ahead," Simon said, and then Jim's mouth descended.
Simon was surprised by the agility of Jim's tongue as it stroked and possessed his mouth. Blair's kiss had been fierce but Jim's was even more so. He sucked hard against Simon's mouth, lifting and caressing Simon's tongue with his own. Simon moaned as he lifted himself towards Jim, and Blair's hands pressed him down as the Guide's mouth strained to fit around Simon's rising erection.
"Man, this is beautiful," Blair said, wrapping his hand around it as he licked the head, nipping and sucking gently at it. Jim broke the kiss for a moment, watching Blair's mouth strain to take Simon in, and he smiled. He moved down, crouching on the other side of Simon, and leaned over, kissing Blair and trapping Simon's cock between their mouths. Jim's larger mouth engulfed the head as Blair's satiny tongue licked up and around the shaft, occasionally caressing the Sentinel's lips as they slid up and down Simon's shaft. "Share it, man," Blair complained, and Jim stopped, letting Blair take half the head into his mouth and Jim took the other half into his, their lips meeting around it.
Simon was beyond speech as he watched his two closest friends--and the two men he loved--working so hard to give him a blowjob. He was reduced to whimpers and cries, moans and grunts. Not even his plea came out. His cock throbbed as their two mouths sucked and licked at him, and he couldn't hold himself down any longer; he started to thrust his hips into the two warm mouths that waited.
As he started to thrust, Blair nodded at Jim and Jim moved to take Simon's cock in his mouth, slowly easing down until the dark man's entire shaft was lodged in the Sentinel's throat. Blair had moved to Simon's balls, mouthing and tonguing them as Jim sucked and pumped. They would not fit into the Guide's smaller mouth at the same time, and so Blair contented himself with sucking first one and then the other, sliding and rolling them against each other in their silky pouch.
"Come on, Simon… cum for us, man… let us taste you," Blair encouraged as he looked up at the dark man's face. He grinned as he felt the man's balls tightening in his mouth and dropped them, pushing Jim back. "Move over, man, it's coming and I want it too."
Blair's words were like fires to Simon's body, and with a last cry, his hips thrust up as his cock shivered as he came, pumping jets of creamy semen over Blair's hand as he pumped. Half of it landed on his stomach and thighs, and as Blair licked his hand clean, Jim licked Simon clean. He tasted different from Blair, thicker and creamier, and he filed away the sensations to examine later. He continued to lick and suck around Simon's cock until he was hard again, and he turned to Blair for a moment. "You okay, Blair?"
"I'm fine, man," he said, in answer to Jim's question. "But we might need to let him recover for a minute."
Jim looked at the blissful smile on Simon's face as he tuned into the rapid heartbeat. "Yeah, he does need a minute," Jim confirmed. "Come here."
Blair went to Jim, and they kissed, both tasting Simon in their lover's kiss. Blair's cock stirred, already hard from their first bout of lovemaking and craving release. "Problem, baby?" Jim asked with a grin against Blair's throat.
"I'm about to explode, man," Blair confessed. "When Simon came, I thought I was going to too!" He gasped as a black hand wrapped around his cock and pulled him over. He leaned back against Simon, sitting on the ground as his back was supported by Simon's stomach. "Simon!"
Simon smiled as he continued to pump Blair's cock rapidly. "Can't have you missing out on the fun," he said, and then turned to Jim, who was stroking himself. "What about you, Jim?" Jim didn't answer; couldn't answer.
Blair's entire body was taut, his hips arching into Simon's thrusting hand as the black man pumped faster and harder. His other hand came up to cup and fondle Blair's balls as the young man had done to him, all the while not breaking the eye contact between Simon and Jim. Blair looked at Jim watching Simon jack him off, and it pushed him over the edge. He came hard, the streams jetting out from his cock arcing across the small space and landing on Jim's stomach. The touch of his lover's cum on his skin set Jim off as well, and his orgasm was loud and hard, his roar echoing in the distance as his cum fell on both his lovers.
Their first orgasms done, Jim knelt beside Simon, his tongue lapping at the black man's ear as Blair's mouth latched onto his lover's neglected nipples. Simon arched into Blair's mouth as Jim's kiss to his ear moved lower, behind the earlobe, and he felt teeth gently worry the skin as he sucked it hard. Simon grunted as Jim nipped, and he knew he'd be marked come tomorrow. But that suited him just fine.
Blair transferred his mouth to Simon's left nipple as Jim kissed his way down Simon's right side, rolling him over gently and whispering something in Blair's ear. Blair giggled, and got up to cross the fire to their sleeping bag, and brought back several tubes of lubricant, and opened one of them. He squirted it into his hands, warming it, and then applied it to Jim's hard cock. Then Jim caught Blair's hands in his, wiping the excess lube onto his fingers as Blair kissed down Simon's spine. "Here comes the best part, man," Blair whispered as he nibbled Simon's ear, opposite the one Jim had marked. "Relax," he murmured, and Simon did as Blair instructed.
He felt Jim's hand spread his cheeks, and then felt the cool air blow briefly over his opening as a slick finger pressed inward. Simon relaxed, and the finger slipped through the tight muscle and stroked hard, twisting and spreading the lubricant inside Simon's tight passage. "You're so tight, lover," Jim whispered quietly. "I'm going to have to stretch you good."
Blair grinned as he watched Jim's finger slide in and out, and then held his breath a moment as Jim's second finger slipped in, stroking carefully. "Man, can you imagine what his cock's gonna feel like inside you?" Blair questioned. "He slides in so smooth and gentle you don't feel anything but a white hot spike of pleasure, and then he starts pounding you so hard your body shakes, and…"
"Blair, shut up and kiss me," ground out Simon. He was about to cum from the images Blair was painting and the feel of Jim's fingers inside him. He was up to three, and Simon's entire body was vibrating. "Now." His hands reached out and fisted in Blair's hair, pulling him frantically forward for the demanded kiss as Jim's fingers rubbed across his gland. His tongue shot through Blair's mouth, stroking as hard and as fast as Jim's fingers were moving. Then Jim removed his fingers, and rested the slick head of his cock against Simon's well-stretched opening.
"Ready, lover?" he asked softly, and Simon nodded, relaxing and exhaling as Jim's cock pressed into him. Blair had been right; Jim's entry was so smooth and gentle that he felt nothing but a light pressure against his prostate as Jim sheathed himself, and then when Jim started moving, Simon screamed out once into the night. The power behind Jim's strokes was rocking his entire body, and Blair was stroking his back. "Oh, God, Simon… so hot and tight… too fucking hot!" He gripped his lover's shoulders tightly and started pounding even harder. He was fighting to pull himself out of Simon's tightness, and forcing himself back in with every stroke, and Simon's body welcomed him.
"Didn't I tell you?" Blair whispered, stroking himself furiously. "Pounding you so hard your body shakes… white hot spikes and that thick hard cock inside you possessing you… nothing like it." He closed his eyes, remembering Jim inside him.
Simon couldn't speak, only cry out with each pounding stroke inside of him. He dragged Blair forward, and all he could get out was "On your back." Blair obliged, not pausing in his stroking as he lay on his back, the lower half of his body under Simon's torso. The black man took his cue from Jim, and wet his fingers in his mouth as he leaned forward, taking Blair's cock into his mouth as he tried to slide his finger inside Blair.
"Oooh, yeah," Blair said, relaxing and sliding down further, helping Simon's long finger slide inside him as his mouth slid down. "Move in me, big man," Blair said, and Simon obliged, stroking Blair with his finger as his mouth sucked, his tongue sliding clumsily at first and then with more confidence as Blair's cock grew harder and harder. "That's it, man… god yeah, Simon."
Jim looked down to see Blair's cock buried to the root in Simon's mouth as a long black finger disappeared into his young lover's body. He couldn't hold himself any longer; he gave a savage roar and lunge as he buried himself in Simon, the head of his cock pressing roughly against his lover's gland and shuddering, feeling his own orgasm building. He reached under Simon, swiftly fisting the leaking cock he found waiting for him, and he felt Simon's sheath clamp around him, locking his throbbing cock inside his body as he came. Jim's seed spilled inside Simon, trembling as he was milked by Simon's throbs and the scent of their mingled orgasms.
Blair was howling as two fingers slid inside him, and Simon's mouth stilled as Blair took over, holding Simon's head and thrusting rapidly into his mouth. Simon allowed it, thrusting his fingers in and out as roughly as Jim had fucked him, and Blair came, filling Simon's mouth and throat.
Blair collapsed as Simon's arms went around his waist, and Jim pulled both men with him, Simon lying on his chest and Blair by his side. It took moments for Jim to become uncomfortable under Simon's heavier bulk, and rolled to the side, spilling Simon to the sleeping bag between him and Blair. Blair turned into Simon and Jim spooned to his back, his cock still softening inside Simon's body and slowly slipping out.
"Jim?"
"Yeah, Simon?"
"That was amazing."
"Thank you." Jim was too exhausted to say anything else.
"Simon?"
"Yeah, Blair?"
"You weren't bad yourself."
"Thanks," he said, running his fingers through Blair's hair.
"Simon?"
"Yeah, Jim?"
"Love you, man."
"I love you, Jim."
"Simon?"
"Yeah, Blair?"
"Love you too, man."
"I love you, Blair."
Simon barely had the energy to haul Jim and Blair's large bag over their intertwined bodies. "Bath in the morning," he said sleepily. "Waterfall's downriver for showers."
"Water can be fun," Blair chimed in with a yawn as he snuggled against Simon.
"Go to sleep," Jim said through his yawn. "Tomorrow's another day."
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