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not sure if it was the sensation of his kiss or if it was the image of a lithe, groaning Matthew taking Richard that did me in.

When we parted, the words spilled out of my mouth. “Sometime I'd like to hear what he'd sound like fucking you.”

The smile of victory spread across Richard's face.

What the hell am I doing?

“That'd be something,” he said. “That sound good to you, kid?”

Matthew whimpered. With his body pushing in close, he couldn't hide the shake. Out of anticipation or trepidation? I took the cue and changed the subject. Why the hell was I still lying beside them, talking to them, anyway?

I rolled onto my back. “How long you been coming here?” I asked Richard.

“Years. I took a break for a while when I was in a relationship.” He went into the bathroom and returned with a couple of towels. He stretched out next to Matthew again. “I was a bit older than you, kid, when the club opened. I joined not too long after.”

“Wow.” Matthew lifted his head and cocked it to the side. “There were other gay men all the way back then?”

Richard slid a hand under him and pinched his ass. “Funny.”

Matthew giggled and smacked at Richard's arm. “Was the club like it is now?”

“No, it was a bit different back in the Stone Age.” He rolled his eyes. “It was in a smaller building with three open rooms. The sex was less private. The entire club was more casual, less official. And it was all about the sex. Now a lot of members are into playing one game or another.” Lost in some memory, his gaze fixated on a spot at the foot of the bed. On the end of a long exhale, he faced us again. “How about you, Luke? You new here?”

“Six months ago.”

“Where'd you play before?”

“Not at a club.” I stretched out and curled my arms under my head. “I made my way through the gay bars, hoping to find what I wanted. Most men were looking for a quick fuck, but some wanted more. Or they wanted to know you before they'd be up for anything physical. I wasn't getting what I needed. A guy I'd been with a while back told me about the club, said he was on a waiting list. I knew this place was for me the first night. The bar, the dining room, the lounge, all filled with men I'd never seen before.”

“You keep up with your no repeats thing,” Richard said, “you'll need a new club before long.” The laugh after his words didn't fit how he'd said them.

I took it as the joke he'd made it out to be and shrugged. Anxious at my own comfort level with them, I wanted to get up and leave the room. I chose to move away from conversation. Maybe having more of them would help me get them out of my head.

It gave me some comfort to think I might be able to get over the foreign, intense desire I felt for them.

I leaned over Matthew and kissed Richard, trying to use my tongue in the same manner they'd used theirs on me. We traded kisses with each other, then with Matthew, our hands roaming, our lips lingering in a sated, slow rhythm that seemed to have nothing to do with sex. I had no idea how long it went on. The club may have closed for the night for all I knew. I took their dicks in my hands, trying to will their bodies back to an interest in screwing, trying to convince myself I didn't enjoy the drawn out way we touched and moved.

When the kissing turned desperate, I knew they were ready. I had officially kissed them more than any other men in the last fifteen years.

“So in all seriousness,” I said to Richard, “you only top, or are you going to let me fuck you?”

He smirked. “I definitely need a man in me from time to time, and tonight"— he grasped my dick in his hand—"I want you inside me.” He pumped a tight fist over my shaft.

Matthew moaned and rocked against my body. It seemed everything we did or said turned him into a pile of sexual mush.

I swung off the bed in search of more condoms and lube.

“C'mere, Matthew.” Richard growled the command in a low voice. “I'm gonna suck you till you scream.”

“Oh, God.” Matthew froze. Richard had to help him slide over.

I handed Richard a condom, and a moment later, he swallowed the man's shaft.

Matthew's head flew back. His body arched; his hips rolled.

The sight of Richard's head between Matthew's legs and the sound of loud pants and moans triggered an ache in my balls. I didn't need any more encouragement to move in and join them.

I helped Richard to his knees as I massaged and cupped his ass, admiring the solid muscles, the dark skin, the fine brush of masculine hair. I didn't take too much time to get him open but, for a moment, I did wish for something I never thought about— fucking bare.

I clutched at the bed beside me for the condom. When my hand came up empty, I cursed and groped around until my fingers clasped the rubber. I sheathed my dick and lubed it. The contact of my cock against Richard nearly triggered my release. I needed inside him. I couldn't wait one more second.

It all reminded me of the first time I'd had anal sex. A goddamn teenager again.

I plunged into him. He must have pulled off Matthew because his low groan couldn't have made its way out around the dick in his mouth. He rocked back onto me a few times before he returned his attention to the blowjob.

“Yeah, yeah, Richard. Please.” Matthew's voice sounded hoarse.

Richard's ass gripped me with a fierce clench. When had anyone last taken him? I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't still my movements. He felt unreal around me, tighter