A Year with a Psycho, Vampire and Co.

Zell’s Cumming Out
As told by Irvine


This has been quite a memorable year, I must say. BUT, the highlight of the year came about four months ago; it was the day Zell admitted he was gay, but not without a bit of persuasion.

That day, we, as in Seifer, Squall, Vincent, and me, decided we were all fed up with our little hyperactive, wannabe-straight-horndog. Every night for the past month he would come home from some random club at two or three in the morning and whine to whoever wasn’t dead asleep about not being able to keep a girl’s interest long enough past the initial drink.

The first time he woke up Squall with his complaining, he almost lost a limb via gunblade. He tried to complain to Seifer, but either the man is dead when he’s asleep or he’s doing an awesome job of ignoring our friend. Zell even tried to interrupt me and Vincent’s “playtime” to complain. Now we have two holes in the wall where Vincent shot at Zell. Vincent did apologize for shooting at him, but Zell no longer interrupts “playtime” for anything.

So when we all decided that we’re pretty much sick and tired of Zell’s constant complaining, Vincent and I had been commissioned to get Zell to shut up before he was shot and/or stabbed by a gunblade. This was also the day I found out how kinky Vincent is.

We planned (read: conspired) for about two hours, going over the necessary supplies and escape routes in the event that our genius plan failed. We made all the set ups and prepared ourselves for about two more hours. As the clock struck eleven, we took our places and waited patiently.

Ok, so here’s the scene: all the lights are off in the room Zell and I share, likewise the rest of the apartment. Squall and Seifer went out to drink so we could follow through with our plan without anymore people to worry about messing up the plan. At approximately 11:05, dear little Zell comes banging into the apartment; he throws down his keys and kicks off his shoes, making them bang on the door. This is how it usually is when he’s about to complain about another unsuccessful night of ‘wooing the ladies’, as he likes to call it.

He comes walking into the bedroom already stripping off his shirt; when the shirt is around his wrists as his arms are stretched, it begins.

“Hello Zell”, comes the quiet, calm, husky voice from the corner of the room.

“FUCKING HELL?!” He nearly jumps out of his socks, clearly not prepared to be spoken to. I guess coming home to a disembodied voice could scare you pretty bad.

Suddenly a small click can be heard as a soft white light comes from the lamp in the same corner the voice came from. In the chair beside the lamp sits Vincent, looking dead sexy in his tight leather pants (the ones from Hugo Boss), a ridiculously tight black tee, his black leather boots, and his long ebony hair tied back behind his shoulder. I’m watching all of this from my corner of the room, clad all in black, but my role in this still has yet to come into play.

“V-V-V-Vincent!” Zell manages to eventually get out as he stares at who could possibly be named a sex god. I can tell he can’t decide what to do with himself; he’s trying to cover himself, but I can see the goosebumps on his skin. He shouldn’t cover himself though; the sight is rather appealing.

The man is built; I feel bad for anyone on the receiving end of any of his punches or kicks. He’s compact but he is nothing but muscle. Anyways...

Vincent gazes at him with sharp, calculating eyes, seeing if he was going to run or not, but when he sees Zell’s not going anywhere at the moment, he stands from his seated position. Slowly he walks towards Zell, keeping his eyes trained on him, seducing him from across the room. I know Zell wants to look away because he can’t stand looking in people’s eyes for two long because he thinks they can read his thoughts. He must feel like he’s being tortured because Vincent’s red eyes make me feel like he’s reading my soul.

“How are you doing today Zell”, Vincent says in a super low, husky voice. As he walks slowly towards the cute blonde, his hips sway in a trance-inducing pattern; anyone who watches is captivated by the pendulum movement.

“I’m good!” He squeaks, eyes wide in shock. Hyne, he’s so cute when he’s scared and...Oh my, quite turned on, I say. Damn, I’m good. My gaydar never fails.

Vincent has now reached Zell is standing as close as he can without touching him, towering over him with his intimidating presence. It’s like watching a snake before it eats the mouse; the mouse will let the snake get close over time, and just when the mouse thought the snake wasn’t going to eat it, the snake attacks. Vincent has that devious, preying look in his eyes. It’s really strange too because of the way he was walking. It was like he was slithering up to the trembling blonde.

Oh, my fucking Hyne! Their closeness is really a turn on to all of my senses; I’m so damn hard right now, it hurts. I just want to...touch both of them right now and forget the whole plan. But unfortunately, I don’t want to scare off Zell so I must wait my turn which should be coming up soon.

Vincent starts circling around Zell saying something so low, I almost can’t hear it. “You know Zell, Squall and Seifer have been complaining to me about your constant complaining about not being able to find a girl.” He finishes a complete circle breathing shallowly, turned on by their close vicinity. Suddenly Vincent spins on his heel and walks slowly away from our toy for the night towards the chair he recently left.

He seats himself again, crossing his legs in one fluid motion, eyeing Zell with a slight smirk on his face. With all his grace, he lifts his arm, points towards my roommate, but instead of pointing directly he drops his wrists, making his finger point downward sharply. “Sit.” Zell has never moved faster as he seats himself on the bed.

“Irvine has told me his theories, along with Squall and Seifer’s theories, for why you are constantly chasing after girls.”

“And why is that?” He sounds a tad angry, but by the nights end, he’ll be ridiculously happy.

“Don’t...speak.” Vincent has the most deadly voice I’ve ever heard, but it still has the husky edge I so love to hear. He’s glaring at Zell with those eyes; if I were Zell, I would have pissed my pants being on the receiving end of that glare. “As I was saying, Irvine has a theory as to why all the girls reject you or you reject them.”

“And what theory is that?”

“He believes that you are a homosexual in denial.”

Zell outright laughs at Vincent, though it does sound somewhat nervous. So I was right.

“That’s a fucked up theory!”

“Is it? If I recall, when I walked up to you, you became aroused. I could tell by your heartbeat and the fact that you still have an erection.” Vincent smirks again at Zell, who looks at him in disbelief. The motor-mouth is speechless.

“I-I’m not gay!”

“You aren’t?” How cryptic...Vincent continues gazing at Zell as he pulls a leather glove off the table and pulls it onto his right hand. “I see that you’re still in denial, but erections don’t lie, do they?” Vincent stands up once more, glove on hand and walks towards my bed where I’m laying, entering the darkness.

Vincent picks up the chain-link leash attached to my leather collar; tugging on it, he demands silently for me to stand up and follow him. As I stand up, I make sure I have all necessary equipment with me: one vibrating dildo, one tube of lube, and one set of leather handcuffs. Kinky!

Vincent guides me out of the darkness and into the light where Zell gasps in shock at the sight of me. I would gasp too if someone came up to me with a wide leather collar around their neck, a short leather kilt that barely covers anything, tall black leather boots, a pair on nipple rings connected by a chain, a pair of leather gauntlets, and hair strategically covering the face, giving a very sultry feel to the look. He’s starting to sweat and squirm; it’s quite amusing really. Maybe I have some strange sadistic side of me when I’m in all this leather.

Vincent pulls the chain, signaling me to put the items I have on the table beside the chair. I walk over, enjoying the feel of the cool air against my ass cheeks. Vincent stares at me as I walk and amazingly enough, I feel Zell’s eyes on my ass. No doubt about it: Zell is Queer.

I place the items on the table and sit in the chair with my legs wide open, giving Zell a nice show. I rub myself through the leather as I play with my nipple rings.

Yeah that was a great gift from Vincent; one day he just took me to a tattoo and piercing parlor and let me get my nipples pieced. I had been talking about it for weeks on end. That night, I was in heaven; my nipples were so sensitive that I almost came from Vincent’s tongue playing with them.

Anyways, Zell licks his lips as he watches me rub myself, adjusting himself in his pants. Vincent walks over to the table, watching me fiercely; I can see his bulge and it looks particularly delicious. He walks over close enough to where I could lean over and nibble at his enclosed erection. I think he stood like that on purpose, with his hips jutting out, so I could do that. So I take the opportunity to lean forward and lightly graze my teeth over the stretched leather covering his erect member.

Across the room, I hear Zell gasp at what I’m positive it’s the hottest, sexiest sight he’s ever seen. I look around Vincent’s hips to gaze with half-lidded eyes at my friend, giving him my best lustful gaze. Mid-gaze, Vincent pulls on my leash, demanding I stand up. So I do. He places himself in the chair and then pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest, with my legs wide open on the outside of his, baring all for Zell. Zell looks uncomfortable over there, but it’s not stopping him from rubbing his crotch, itching for relief.

Vincent turns my chin, kissing me deeply as he puts his hands on my chest. He tugs on the connecting chain of my nipple rings as he brings the kiss to a new level of hunger. He’s practically devouring my face at a very slow rate; it’s almost more than I have ever handled and I’m slowing being pushed to my limit. I just want to fuck or be fucked very soon.

Vincent breaks the kiss and starts kissing on my neck as I turn my head back to look at my blonde friend. I give him a little smirk and a slow lick of my fingers. This will be fun.

Vincent’s roaming hands start caressing the tops of my thighs, dipping teasingly inside, making me moan with anticipation and while making Zelly over there squirm slightly. He seems to be enjoying the scene presented to him a lot; he’s unbuttoned his pants slightly to release some of the pressure in them.

Mister Hottie behind me is now rubbing the inside of my upper thigh relentlessly now; he knows it drives me crazy when he does that. He starts tugging at the top hem of my kilt, nudging me to lean forward, I stand enough for him to push it down my thighs and then I take over, pushing it over my knees, I let it fall down my legs. Resuming my original position of Vincent’s lap, I place an arm around his shoulders and kiss him in the new, not-so-awkward position. He goes back to rubbing my thighs, but this time he doesn’t tease me again; he finds my hardened member and begins stroking it slowly. I roll my head at the pleasure I’m receiving ‘cause it feels so, so good.

Whoa...I think Zell is choking or he’s really embarrassed because he’s redder than my hair. I roll my hips slightly in Vincent’s lap, causing him to gasp with pleasure. It’s really starting to get hot in here; I bet Zell is really burning up.

Vincent whispers in my ear, “Go help Zell cool off.” I nod my head and with one last kiss, I stand up, rolling my body forward, making me look like I’m riding a mechanical bull. To Zell he just sees me walking up to him, but what he doesn’t see is the leather cuffs I’m holding behind my back with one hand.

When I reach Zell, I hover with my erect member jutting into his face. “Hello Zell.” I give him my sexiest smile, one to melt people in moments.

“Uuuuuh...” is the only response I get from him though he’s staring at my cock like it’s candy or something. To bring him out of his stupor, I drop to my knees and grab his wrists. “I do believe you’re gay Zell. No straight guy would allow THIS to go on around him and not freak out.” I bend down to the point that our noses are touching. “You know you are. Why do you resist?”

“I-I-I-I don’t know.” Hyne, he’s turning blue; I don’t think he’s breathing. I pull away from his face and kneel between his knees, resting my hands on his thighs.

“Did you think we would hate you because there is another gay guy in the house? Did you think Seifer was going to kill you or maybe even Squall?” He nods furiously as he bites his lip trying to keep from wiggling too much. “Darlin’, we’re all gay.”

“WHAT?!”

“You didn’t know Seifer was gay and the main reason that Squall broke up with Rinoa was he came to terms with his homosexuality, albeit, he didn’t get this treatment from us, unfortunately.” Yep, it’s true; Squall and Seifer are queers too. Squall was coming to terms with it when we all moved in but didn’t actually decide to live the lifestyle in full until he decided to break up with the psycho bitch. Those two are some sadistic bastards; they wanted to see how long it would take Zell to figure that out that none of us, even him, are straight.

“Why? Why am I the last to know?!”

“Because Squall and Seifer wanted to see how long it would take you to figure out that we’re all gay.”

Before Zell can get mad or even think about responding to the joke at his expense, I rub my hand on his crotch, silencing anything that may have wanted to come out. I stare at my friend from my position on the floor licking my lips as I unbutton his fly. I can honestly say that I didn’t expect Zell to be free-balling, but Hyne help me, it is sexy. And, oh fuck, he’s huge; probably as large as Vincent and me. I pull his pants off him also divesting him of his socks. Now all he’s wearing is a large erection and a – what is that? A sexy smirk? Mmmm..Zell’s come out to play.

“I see you’re starting to get into the mood a bit more, eh?” I question as I grab his arousal and start stroking it slowly. He throws his head back with a low growl, thrusting his hips forward slightly. “Aah...you have a lot of sexual tension built up. Do you want me to relieve it?” I look in his eyes and I can almost hear him pleading. He nods, probably not trusting his voice. “Would you do anything I tell you to get me to relieve you?”

Nod.

I begin standing up, picking up the handcuffs that I had dropped on the floor to free my hands, but not letting go of his hard flesh; he follows when he realizes I’m not going to let go. I lead him to the head of his bed and place him on his back. I stretched his arms up and placed the leather shackles around his wrist, locking him to the headboard. I know he wasn’t exactly expecting me to handcuff him but it’ll be fun. “Relax, Zell, you’re going to have as much fun as we are.”

“We?” He squeaks.

“We, as in, Vincent and I, are going to fuck you. That is, unless you can’t handle it.”

He gives me this funny, puzzled look. “At the same time?”

The only thought to go through my head is ‘...the fuck?’ “No, Zell; you would probably rip and die if we did that.” Damn, he can be dense sometimes.

I don’t waste anymore time conversing; I promptly kiss him deeply and for a good long while, enough to make me winded. As I continue to kiss him, I make myself comfortable on the bed beside Zell, running a hand across his erect nipples. Suddenly, he gasps into my mouth, sucking any air I had in there, nearly making my choke. Then I felt the bed dip behind me and turn my head enough to find that Vincent has crawled between Zell’s legs and has begun to lick on Zell’s erection. I can only smirk and continue kissing Zell.

I move from nibbling and kissing Zell’s lips down to his neck and collar bone. He’s really sensitive there as he just stretched his neck, allowing me more skin to work with. He arches his back and thrusts his hips towards Vincent’s mouth of sexual doom. I swear his mouth becomes vacuum and it could just suck your soul right out, and damn it if it didn’t feel so fucking good. But this is new, watching Vincent give Zell head. I don’t think he’s ever looked so sexy to me; the way his cheeks dimple in as he sucks to his hearts content. I can tell he’s enjoying himself as he’s writhing and moaning against Vincent and me.

He must be getting close because he’s thrusting relentlessly into Vincent’s mouth, and Vincent is just letting him do it. I bend down a little more and lick at Zell’s nipples and that’s the last straw for him. His entire body freezes in orgasmic spasm, thrusting his hips into the vacuum that is Vincent’s mouth. He can’t even scream; he just opens his mouth and sort chokes on the scream. His arms yanked once on the cuff chain, nearly breaking it in the process.

When his second spasm hit, he’s much more vocal than the initial orgasm; he virtually shouts ‘FUCK!’ at the top of his lungs as he yanks a bit more at the cuff chains trying to free his hands. He bared his teeth, showing off his impressive fangs, panting with each proceeding spasm as he begins to come down from his high.

Vincent keeps his mouth on Zell’s twitching member as he continues to milk Zell for all he’s worth. I stop licking at Zell’s nipples and just stare down at my lover as he swishes Zell’s essence around in his mouth, almost teasing me by letting it dribble out of the corner of his mouth but licking it up once again. I am so overcome with lust that I pulled Vincent up by his hair and pulled him into a searing kiss so I could taste Zell for myself.

And good is his taste. He tastes sweet and salty with a hint of spice. Just delicious.

Zell opens his eyes halfway and takes a deep breath. “Hyne, you are so sexy like that.” But Vincent and I aren’t listening because we’re too busy kissing and petting whatever we can touch readily on each other. Vincent is lying across Zell’s lap, rubbing against our blond friend unintentionally as he kisses me with an almost animalistic hunger. Until, he stops.

He slowly breaks away from my mouth with a strange look on his face, a look of almost wonderment. I don’t know what could cause that expression but it turns me on even more, but if Vincent were to tell me he had to shit right now, I’d probably still be turned on by it just by the sound of his voice.

“You’re ready to go again, Zell?” As he pulls himself from between Zell’s legs, he looks down and I find out why he has such a strange look on his face.

Zell is hard, again. Damn, it pays to be young.

“Well now Zell, I see that you’re still enjoying tonight’s events so far. But the main event is still to happen. First I want to see your mouth skills. Zell’s eyes widen at what I’m implying.

“You want me to suck you?” Zell asks incredulously.

“No.” And I leave it like that. He looks really confused, but he won’t be in a moment. I present Vincent with the leash and he readily takes it gently tugging me upwards as he stands. When we meet eye to eye, we just gaze into each other’s eyes, not touching each other but standing as close as possible. I can feel his breath flaring over my nose, smelling like sex and honey. He takes the leash and wraps it once around his neck to free his hands, holding us together. He rests his forehead against mine and takes my hands in his. He places them on his shoulders as he leans in to kiss me; looking sideways to Zell, he locks our lips together in a fierce battle for domination to which I let him win.

I look towards Zell and watch with interest as he begins to slowly stroke himself to us kissing; he’s so cute when he’s flush. I’m drawn back into the kiss with a hard thrust of Vinny’s hips. I choke on a gasp as he thrusts his tongue back into my mouth. We better get on with this or Vincent is going to lose control.

So I pull Vincent’s ear to my mouth and whisper, “Do you want me to prepare Zell or would you like to do the honors?” I let the warmth of my breath cascade across his ear, making him shudder.

“Prepare him.” Vincent groans. “When you’re done with Zell, I’m going to be inside you.”

“Oh fuck...Vin...” I can’t help but squirm against him; he makes me so hot. He spins me around in his arms, my back flush against his chest as he grabs my neck with his long nimble fingers and pulls my back straight and licks my neck. It is at that moment that I decide Vincent can do whatever he wants to me, whenever, as long as its him.

“Oooooh!” I moan/gasp. “Hyne...feels good!” I squirm against him, wriggling my ass against his still clothed crotch. “Vin...you need to loose the pants.”

“And why should I remove my pants?” he whispers in my ear, flicking his tongue against it. He pushes his crotch against my ass, gyrating slightly, knowing I’m incredibly turned on.

“Shit...just take them of--!” Suddenly the bastard yanks my leash, forcing my head back and exposing my neck to his delight. He pushes my head to the side and licks at my pulse point, lightly nipping ever so often.

“I am your master presently. YOU do not give orders; I do. You will follow what I tell you to do. Do you understand?” He says all this against my neck, lips brushing my sensitive skin; my knees go weak from the contact. I don’t think I care that he’s being so authoritative; in a way it’s kind of sexy.

“Yes Vincent.” I gasp feebly for air as he keeps my head back when out of know where, he bites me. Hard. Not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a good bite mark until at least the morning.

He licks at the bruising skin as he releases my neck from its small torture; he let’s go of the leash and runs his hands up and down my sides, enjoying the feeling of my skin. He always does that when he’s really turned on.

“Irvine, I want you to give Zell a good show. I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop.” I fall to my knees in a graceful swirl so I’m now facing his very inviting bulge. I unzip his pants with my teeth as I work the button. As he metal tang separate, I can smell his sweet, musky scent of his arousal. Pushing his pants down to his ankles, I grab his erect member, I knew he couldn’t wear underwear with those pants, and flick my tongue against the head and proceed to go to work on it.

He has amazing control because if I were him, I would be grabbing at his head and thrusting my hips into his mouth unheedingly. But he just stares at Zell sexily as he runs his fingers through my hair. The only way I know that he’s enjoying this is that he does this jaw clenching thing where he clenches his jaw and almost snarls; it makes me curl with pleasure and want.

I finally decide that I’ve teased him enough so I grab him firmly with my hand and proceed to guide him into my mouth and down my throat. His fingers tighten roughly in my hair as he does his near-snarl; he hunches over me and...what...it seems like his knees have gone weak on him as he adjusting his stance. Oh he’s all out snarling at me.

I pull him from my throat and lick down the sides of his pulsating erection; I turn enough so I can see Zell out of the corner of my eye. He’s blushing madly at Vincent’s reaction. I smirk mentally at my accomplishment of making Vincent snarl. Abruptly he tugs my hair, pulling me up from my kneeling position and proceeds to ravage my lips to the point of blissful numbness. As he pulls away panting like he just discovered air, he rubs his lips and cheek against mine as he stares at Zell with that lethal gaze of his.

“Are you ready, Zell? I know you’ve been waiting a long time, but now is your turn. Let’s see if you can do better.” That’s highly unlikely but by the look in Zell’s eye, after you get past the embarrassment and the shock, is a glint of excitement and extreme determination. He might win this little competition from enthusiasm alone.

Vincent walks from around me, swaying his hips from side-to-side as he walks to our blond play-toy. He stands on Zell’s right side pushing his hips forward in a lazy stance, offering his thick member to him. He runs his fingers through Zell’s spikes, messing up the do as he grabs them.

“Open your mouth. I’m eager to see what you can do with your mouth.” It’s amazing what Vincent can get people to do with his gaze and his sexy, lust-filled voice. Zell promptly opens his mouth and takes Vincent in, sucking busily. I purr my satisfaction with the sight as I walk towards the pair.

I sit beside Zell and turn to look at him. “I bet this is like a kid being in a candy story with 3000 gil for you, huh? You look real good sucking on him, almost like a pro.” I run a hand up Vincent’s leg and turn my purple gaze on him. “...he any good?”

Then he growls.

Shit. I think just lost. He only growls during the act of sexual intercourse but to have been brought to growling by a blowjob, Zell must naturally be a god at this. I almost want to push Vincent out of the way and shove myself into his mouth, but clearly, me being on a leash, its not a good idea. I remove my hand from Vincent’s hips, which is where it stopped when I caught the growl, and move it to Zell’s thigh. I rub it, getting higher and closer to his arousal. I can tell he’s tensing from anticipation by how hard his cheeks are sucking in. Damn, he is one fine specimen.

When I finally start rubbing his erection, he instinctually thrusts his hips forward. He’s so into it, I don’t think he could quit even if his life depended on it.

“Mmmm....” He pulls his mouth away from Vincent’s cock and moans loudly as my rubbing becomes more forceful. “Irvine, so good...mmmm...don’t stop.” He strokes Vincent as he continues to moan at my administration.

Then Vincent nearly kills the boy. “Stop, Irvine. I believe it’s time.” I can’t help but chuckle at Zell’s expression; he has a scary sex, interrupted glare but on him it’s too cute. At least it’s not accompanied with a gun like Vincent’s.

Vincent pushes the blonde forward and sits behind him as I place myself between Zell’s legs, spreading them wide. I take the lube and the dildo I brought with me earlier from the table. I lick on the dildo, holding it with one hand, as I take a slick finger and tease his opening to relaxation. I lick my finger once more and finally, to my pleasure, I slowly push m finger to the first knuckle into Zell’s virgin ass.

And fucking hell, is he tight. I can’t wait to be inside him. I look up to see the expression on his face at this new sensation of being entered in an out hole. I smirk when I see he’s wide-eyed and open-mouthed in pleasure. I smile lovingly at Vincent in apparent satisfaction.

Vincent is running his hands up and down Zell’s muscular chest, tweaking the nipple ever so often, with his mouth busy at the juncture of the neck and shoulder. Zell’s cuffed hands are twitching with a need to grab onto something.

“Vincent, do you think we should release Zell’s hands? He’s looking mighty desperate for something to grip onto.” I wiggle my finger around, causing the blue-eyed blonde to arch off of Vincent’s chest. He curls his fingers and nearly breaks the chain. “See?”

“I suppose you’re right; I do want to keep them for Halloween.” Sounds like fun to me! Anyways, Vincent removes the cuffs from Zell’s wrist only to be grabbed by those same hands in a bone-crushing grasp.

“Hyne, that feels GREAT!” Releasing Vincent’s hands, he immediately grabs Vincent’s thighs, digging his fingernails in, which in turn spur Vincent to suck hard at the sweaty neck he’s been nibbling on. I’m sure Zell’s going to have a hickey the size of Esthar on his neck.

Zell turns his head enough to tempt my lover into a searing kiss to which he’s now thrusting himself onto my finger. I’m tempted just to bypass the whole dildo segment and get straight to the real thing. Maybe we can use the dildo on Vincent later. Hmm...Such a warm fuzzy thought.

I pull my finger from Zell’s rear and slick it up along with two other fingers to really prepare him and just tease. Slowly I reintroduce his rear to my finger and wiggle once it’s all the way in. I pull it out just a little bit and add another finger. I watch Zell to gauge his reaction; to be honest, I wish I could feel what he’s feeling just by his reaction. He throws his head back and cries out a pretty loud ‘FUCK’ and attacks Vincent’s lips.

I pump my fingers in and out and a moderate pace, making him writhe against my vampire (he bit me, remember that?) “How does that feel?” I ask as I find his prostate and brush it lightly.

Zell’s eyes cross and he arches his back, curling towards me in the process. “Now, now. I don’t want you to come again so soon. Should I remove my fingers from you to give you a break?”

He shudders at the simultaneous sensations that Vincent and I are creating, but somehow, he manages to answer. “Please...” Well that really didn’t give me a definitive answer. Does he want me to please remove my fingers or does he want me to please keep my fingers in? I’m pretty sure he wants my fingers in so I think I’ll remove them. He’ll enjoy what’s coming up next much more than he’ll enjoy my fingers.

For good measure to make sure he’s stretched, I insert one last finger to accompany my other two, scissoring them to make sure he won’t be in any pain. I smirk to myself when I see him panting, open-mouthed and sweaty; he must be in paradise.

I watch Vincent’s cute lips curl into the tiniest hint of a smile as he watches me smirk at Zell’s apparent need. He’s pinching Zell’s hard nipples between his fingers as he nibbles on our blonde’s ear.

I remove my fingers and pick up the container of lube and spread some on the dildo. Zell looks at me with wide eyes, almost anticipating what is to come. I lean forward over Zell, steal a quick kiss from Vincent and whisper in Zell’s ear, “This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”

And with that, I push the dildo into him with little resistance at all. Vincent must have told him to relax or something because it slid in so easy, I would almost think this isn’t his first time.

He opens his mouth in a silent gasp, the only noise is a slight gurgling from his throat. I’m pretty sure I hit his a-spot, but wait, I’m not through yet. I switch the dildo on to the best setting for a good prostate massage without pushing the recipient over the edge. Unfortunately, if one is not aware of the vibrating capabilities of such a device, they usually cum at vibration.

Zell is the one that’s unaware, but amazingly enough, he doesn’t come, just shrieks louder than a T-Rexaur in heat. He grasps at the sheet in a white knuckle clutch; his mouth open in ecstasy.

“OH, FUCKIN’ HELL! SHIT! OH HYNE!!” Coherent thought has escaped him. In his state, I’m amazed I haven’t just pounced on him, but I have enough self-control to keep from being so...primitive.

I drive the vibrating phallic into his a-spot over and over again, listening to his cute moans and whimpers.

“I’m going to...going to...” Well that’s not going to be good for the night if he comes now. So I do the only thing I know to keep him from expiring and ruining the night. I turn off the dildo and slowly pull it out of his ass. I make eye contact with Vincent to tell him to stop what he’s doing; he removes his hands from Zell’s body, virtually stopping any pleasurable sensations he might be feeling.

He looks at me, focusing on my face, with an angry expression. What did I do?

“Why did you stop? I was so close!” He yells.

“I know, but I if you came, that would ruin our fun for the night.” Vincent nods in agreement as he gets up from behind Zell and stands beside me, placing a hand in my hair. I pulls my head to where I’m looking at him upside down and leans in and kisses me; I can faintly taste Zell in his mouth.

“Mmhmm. You taste like Zell. So...spicy.” I lick at Vincent’s lips asking for entrance when a pillow hits me in the neck, more specifically, my Adam’s apple. I gag for a moment before I glare daggers at the perpetrator who threw the weapon of fluffiness.

“Fuck, Zell! Are you trying to kill me?”

“I should for you leaving me like this. I’m almost desperate man!”

“He’s not being a good boy anymore.” Vincent states, looking rather concerned at our friend.

“Eh?”

“It isn’t smart to attack the one who will give you relief and release. Now the plan has changed. You were going to just get fucked by Irvine, but since you so rudely attacked him, you are now going to be fucked by me, then Irvine.”

“He teases...alot.” I interject while rubbing my throat.

I can almost hear his thoughts of ‘Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?’

“Don’t be scared, he won’t take long. He’s too interested in fucking me than you.”

“Should I be happy about that?”

“If you wish...”

“What kind of response is that? Was it meant to be cryptic or what?”

“You’ll find out soon.” He shouldn’t look so scared. It’s just sex.

I move to the side of the bed as Vincent steps forward and place his hands on our blonde legs. “Spread your legs.” He says smoothly. I don’t think I can get my voice that smooth, and I’ve had a lot of practice.

Zell does what is commanded which is good because if he hadn’t, Vincent would have made me cuff him again. Sometimes begin cuffed takes away from the experience of good, old, hot and sweaty, skin-on-skin, nail raking, man-sex.

Vincent positions himself for entry between Zell’s legs, resting his lubed erection against the entrance. He rubs it around heightening the anticipation of penetration. Unfortunately for Zell, when he said he would be first fucked by him and then me, he only meant that I was going to have sex with him. He’s going to fuck with him. Small play on words, right?

Vincent rubs his arousal against Zell’s throbbing erection, wringing a gasp from him. Thrusting once, then twice against the heated flesh, he pulls away, running his hands over his hips suggestively. Zell thrusts his hips up, searching for the other’s throbbing erection. I almost feel sorry for him, but he shouldn’t have thrown that pillow. Revenge has never tasted so sweet.

Vincent pushes his member against Zell’s opening, but not enough to push in the head, once again teasing the blonde into insanity. He stares at Zell as he’s doing this, his expression serious, but with a small glint of humor in his eye. Hyne, he can be sadistic sometimes.

He thrusts his member against Zell once more, this time grasping them both with one hand and continues to thrust against him. Zell’s thrusting up, meeting his thrusts eagerly. He shouldn’t be so eager because Vincent is one of those sadists that will find joy in how far you have to fall from unrelieved tension.

And it happens. Vincent releases Zell’s member and scoots away from him, almost laughing as Zell is now turning red and shaking with either anger or lust or need. Hell, it may even be all three or a combination of them.

“Fuck this. I’ll finish myself off, then if you won’t.” He reaches down to stroke himself to completion, but Vincent moving superhumanly fast, grabs his wrists and holds them away from his painful erection.

“Patience is a virtue.” Vincent sighs with near annoyance as he moves behind Zell into his original position. “You’re lucky I’m being nice and not cuffing you. Irvine didn’t want you cuffed for long so you could enjoy it more.”

It’s finally my turn! I’ve decided that if this ever happens again, I will bring a camera so I don’t forget it. I position myself between Zell’s legs, pulling him onto my lap as I adjust into a kneeling/sitting position.

“Are you ready?” I ask as I place a hand on his stomach. He nods biting his lower lip in anxiety. “Relax.” I slowly penetrate his sphincter, hoping for little pain.

“Are you all right?” I ask as I continue pushing in, already halfway in. He has a strange look on his face, almost...confusion?

“It doesn’t hurt, it just feels strange, but it feels good.” He smiles a little. I continue mounting myself within him; around the last inch or so, I thrust hard, shoving right into his prostate. He arches off the bed, almost ripping his hands from Vincent’s grasp, but he holds tight to the wrists.

“Shit! OH Hyne!” I hope he’s not in pain because he sure looks like he is with his eyes squeezed shut and teeth bared, showing off his pretty fangs.

I revel in the tightness of his ass and stroke his hips, trying to calm him or whatever the stroking will actually do to him.

“Fuck Irvine, MOVE!” Well he apparently isn’t in that much pain. So I immediately oblige him by pulling out to the very tip and thrusting in slowly as I gyrate my hips. Hyne, the boy’s tight. I do these slow thrusts about three more times, all the while watching him writhe and try to pull his hands from Vincent’s grasp. Vincent looks wistfully at me, watching me enjoy breaking in a fresh ass, especially Zell’s. He knows that I would only do this for a close friend and for nobody else. He also understands that this whole threesome is a one-time deal that will never repeat. That is, unless we agree on it.

I almost got lost in my thoughts, but with the help of Zell squeezing his muscular cheeks together, I was drawn back to the action. I wrap my arms around his thighs and pull him even higher up on my thighs, his shoulder the only thing supporting him on the bed.

I’m thrusting rather hard, driving deeper with each thrust, driven by the need to hear his cute moans and make this one of his best experiences. As he thrashes his head, I know he won’t ever forget this. I squeeze my eyes shut from the mounting pleasure I’m feeling running across my skin and throughout my body. I so badly want release but I refuse to before he reaches his orgasm. THUS...I must work hard and faster than I have been.

I virtually push Zell off my lap and lean over him, all without pulling out of him. I push him fully onto his back, shoving harder and deep than I was before, expending as much energy as possible into this new position. I lean a little bit forward, without stopping my hips, and kiss Vincent sloppily, letting out tongues dance around.

Then it happens.

Zell arches off the bed, tensing like a corpse in rigor mortis, and shouts a hearty ‘OH F---‘ at the top of his lungs. His cum lands on his chest and stomach, painting his torso in thick, white bands. It’s a strange sensation, at this point, to see someone else in the throes of passion created by me and it not be Vincent. But I’m glad I could do this for my friend though the sated face he’s making is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.

Vincent finally releases his wrists, rubbing them as he leans down and kisses him lightly on the mouth. He removes himself from behind Zell and rests behind me on the bed. I know what’s coming so I slowly dislodge myself from my blonde friend’s ass and lean back against Vincent’s chest. Zell looks up at us questioningly as he gains his breath once again; then he realizes that I still haven’t come yet and that I’m desperately and painfully hard.

But who care what Zell’s thinking because Vincent just entered me with minimal preparation and fuck, it feels great. Even Zell’s joining this fun as he’s now sat forward and is now stroking me with long hard strokes. Vincent keeps still just letting the throbbing of his own member massage my insides and prostate. I’m going to fucking explode any moment now.

Then Zell pushes me over the edge. He runs a finger through his essence on his chest and brings his finger to my mouth, all the while pumping me into oblivion. I suck hungrily on his finger as Vincent starts pulling out slowly. It is at this moment in this night that I realize that these two have probably conspiring together to get me to have one of the most intense orgasms in my life. And I’ve had plenty or orgasms.

Vincent pauses at the end of his pull out and thrust in once, ramming directly into my prostate, setting off my orgasm. I arch against Vincent, who sucks delightfully at my neck as I gasp/moan/scream my orgasm. Zell actually leans over and takes my member in his mouth and swallows all my cum. I knew he was a natural at all this. I collapse against my boyfriend, breathing harshly. He rubs my thighs in a very calming and relaxing motion.

I smile at Zell who’s sitting back on his legs, looking proud of himself. I wrap an arm around his neck and pull into a sloppy kiss, tasting myself in his mouth. Releasing him, I give him up so Vincent can take his turn at taste me in Zell’s mouth, which in itself is an erotic sight and thought.

“Tasty”, my boyfriend says licking at Zell’s lips, smirking at my sated look.

“Bastard.” I say pulling myself off of him and flopping onto the bed, exhausted at the moment. I expect them to follow me into a quick nap, but they seem to be busy. When I turn my attention to them, they’re kissing like they want to start Round 2. I can’t help but smile lovingly at both of them, but I still only have eyes for Vincent.

Let me tell you. Zell is very perceptive and didn’t even try to have another threesome with us after that night. He went out and found that he’s REALLY popular with the guys. We are the best of friends and nothing, even a wonderful threesome, could change that. Vincent and I, well, we are the same as always, but we do reminisce of that night ever-so-often, but the sex is still better than that night. I think the more time we spend together, the more we fall in love. Sometimes I wonder if there is a limit to love. If there is, I’m sure we have a long way to go to get there.

Well that would be it for this story. Perhaps I’ll tell you about how Seifer nearly got raped by Squall though he would say you can’t rape the willing. That’s a funny story. Until next time, bye ya’ll!