Chapter 55 BOTH
The night air on Julian's private island carried a salty chill, but the heat building between the three men drowned it out. They stood just beyond the pool's edge, water still dripping from their bodies under the moonlight. Eli's skin prickled with goosebumps, not just from the cold, but from the raw need pulsing through him. Julian's hand lingered on Eli's ass after that light tap, his fingers pressing possessively into the wet fabric of Eli's swim shorts.
"This far?" Julian murmured, his voice low and edged with hunger, eyes locking onto Eli's.
"Yes…" Eli breathed, his smaller frame trembling as he pressed closer to his husband.
Julian's gaze darkened, searching Eli's face. "Are you sure, baby? I understand you're overwhelmed. I don't want to push you."
Eli nodded firmly, his heart racing. "I'm sure. But… Anton, please join us. I want both of you. Your attention, your presence— I need it all."
Anton, standing a step back with a towel in hand, raised an eyebrow at Julian. The air thickened with unspoken tension as their “may the best man win” game had twisted into something shared, and strongly possessive.
Julian met Anton's eyes, a silent nod passing between them like brothers in arms. No words needed; they both craved Eli now.
With a grunt, Julian scooped Eli up effortlessly, Eli's legs wrapping around his waist as Julian carried him toward the villa. Eli buried his face in Julian's neck, inhaling the mix of chlorine and his husband's musky scent. "I trust you," Eli whispered, nipping at Julian's skin.
Inside the bedroom, lit by soft lamps casting golden shadows, Julian lowered Eli onto the king-sized bed. The sheets were cool against Eli's heated skin. Julian knelt between Eli's legs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Eli's shorts. "Last chance, Eli. Are you perfectly sure?"
Eli lifted his hips, helping Julian slide the shorts off, exposing his hardening cock and tight, untouched ass. "Perfectly sure. I know I'm in good hands, with both of you."
Anton moved quietly, grabbing a bottle of oil from the nightstand. He was experienced, a master at breaking in boys like Eli, and tonight he'd prepare their prize.
Julian stripped off his own shorts, his thick cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. He leaned down, capturing Eli's lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling as Julian's hands roamed Eli's chest, pinching his nipples until Eli arched.
"You're so beautiful like this," Julian praised, his voice rough with desire. "My perfect boy, giving yourself to me. To us."
Anton poured oil into his palm, warming it before spreading Eli's legs wide.
Eli's breath hitched as Anton's strong hands gripped his inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin.
"Relax for me, Eli," Anton said, his tone commanding yet coaxing. He delivered a sharp spank to Eli's inner thigh, the slap echoing softly, leaving a pink mark. Eli gasped into Julian's mouth, his body jolting.
Another spank, harder, on the other thigh, making Eli's legs quiver. "Good boy," Anton murmured, rubbing the sting away with oiled fingers. "Taking that so well. Your skin marks up so pretty."
Julian broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Eli's neck, sucking marks into the pale skin. "That's it, Eli. Let Anton open you up. You're doing amazing, so brave, so needy.."
Anton drizzled more oil directly onto Eli's ass, watching it trickle down the cleft. His fingers followed, circling the tight pucker, massaging the oil in with firm presses. Eli whimpered, his cock twitching against his stomach. Anton pushed one finger inside slowly, the oil easing the way, stretching the virgin ring. Eli's moan was swallowed by Julian's next kiss, deeper, more demanding, as Julian's hand stroked Eli's hair.
"Fuck, you're tight," Anton growled, adding a second finger, scissoring them to loosen Eli. He spanked Eli's inner thigh again, the impact making Eli clench around his fingers. "Breathe through it. I have to stretch you enough for your little hole to be flexible enough to take the cock you're so needy for."
Eli's body burned, the stretch burning sweetly as Anton worked him open, curling his fingers to brush that spot inside that made stars burst behind Eli's eyes.
Julian praised nonstop, his words weaving submission into Eli's core. "Such a good boy, letting me claim you like this. You feel incredible already, baby. So hot, so mine—ours."
By the time Anton added a third finger, Eli was panting, slick and ready, his ass glistening with oil. "He's good to go," Anton said, withdrawing his fingers with a wet pop. He stripped quickly, his massive cock, thick and veined, throbbing as he freed it from his shorts. Sitting back against the headboard, legs spread, Anton stroked himself once. "Come here, pretty boy. Suck my cock while your husband takes that pretty ass."
Eli scrambled onto all fours eagerly, positioning himself between Anton's legs. He wrapped his lips around the head, tongue swirling over the salty pre-cum, moaning at the taste. Behind him, Julian knelt, caressing Eli's oiled ass cheeks, spreading them to line up his cock. The tip nudged Eli's hole, slick and inviting.
Julian pushed in slowly, the head breaching Eli's ring.
Eli's mouth slipped off Anton's cock as he screamed, the burn intense, overwhelming; his first time taking a cock there. "Oh god—!"
Anton threaded fingers through Eli's damp hair, caressing gently. "Shh, relax, boy. Breathe. Push back into it, you can take him. You're doing so fucking well."
Julian paused, caressing Eli's ass in soothing circles, thumb rubbing the stretched rim. "Easy, love. I've got you." He pressed forward again, inch by inch, until he was buried deep, Eli's ass clenching around his length like a vice.
Eli's mouth fell open in a silent scream, body tensing. Anton slid his thumb past Eli's lips, pressing down on his tongue. "Suck on that. Get used to being filled everywhere. Good boy. Look at you, taking two cocks already."
Julian held still, letting Eli adjust, his hands gripping Eli's hips possessively. "So tight, Eli. Fuck, you're perfect. Sweet little ass gripping me like it never wants to let go."
When Eli's body relaxed slightly, nodding shakily, Julian pulled back and thrust in shallowly.
Anton removed his thumb, pushing Eli's head back down. "Now suck my cock properly. Take it deep while he fucks you."
Eli obeyed, lips stretching around Anton's girth, bobbing his head as Julian found a rhythm.
Julian's hips snapped forward, pounding into Eli's ass with building force, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
"God, you're so tight and sweet back here," Julian chanted, voice husky. "Milking my cock like a dream. My boy, taking it all for me."
Anton controlled Eli's head with one hand, guiding him up and down, fucking his throat in time with Julian's thrusts. Eli gagged wetly, saliva dripping down Anton's shaft, but he sucked eagerly, hollowing his cheeks. The dual penetration overwhelmed him… Julian's cock dragging over his prostate with every pound, Anton's length choking his moans.
Pleasure coiled tight in Eli's gut. He came first, untouched, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto the sheets below.
Eli’s moan vibrated straight through Anton's cock, up his spine, shattering his control. Anton groaned, hips bucking as he came deep in Eli's throat, hot spurts flooding his mouth. "Swallow it all, boy, every drop."
Eli gulped it down, coughing as Anton's cock slipped free, strings of cum and spit connecting them. His eyes locked onto Anton's, wide and teary, whimpering from the overstimulation as Julian kept pounding mercilessly, chasing his release.
Eli's ass burned, stretched wide, every thrust abusing that sensitive spot.
Anton smirked, stroking Eli's flushed cheek, reveling in the wrecked expression; the way Eli's lips trembled, tears streaking his face from the relentless fucking. "Look at you crying for it. So pretty when your ass gets used like this."
Julian's pace faltered, a growl ripping from his throat. "Fuck—Eli!" He slammed in one last time, cumming deep inside, flooding Eli's ass with thick pulses.
As Julian pulled out, his cock slick with oil and cum, the excess slid down Eli's crack, rolling over his balls and dripping onto the bed.
Eli collapsed forward against Anton's chest, boneless and spent, body shuddering. Anton wrapped an arm around him, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.
"Do you still feel cold?" Anton asked, voice soft but teasing.
Eli shook his head weakly, a sated smile curving his lips as he nuzzled into Anton's warmth