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Michael is just admiring the pretty picture his husband painted on Calum's face when their barely legal lover drops the bomb. The pale man admires how the pearly white come is a nice contrast to Calum's rich brown skin. He observes how some of Ashton's load drips down the black eyelashes. Calum's pouty mouth is all red and glistening from sucking Ashton's thick cock which distracts Michael from actually listening to the boy. The older man is too busy admiring the pretty boy they just wrecked and covered in come to hear what he is saying.
"What did you say?" Michael asks the younger boy to repeat himself once he realises the brown boy said something.
"I'm leaving tomorrow." Calum repeats as he drags the pad of his right pointer finger over his cheek, collecting some of Ashton's spunk along the way.
"Where are you going?" Michael enquires further as his eyes follow the path of the finger from the high cheekbone to the plump lips. He watches the Maori boy push the finger past the perfect lips, his tongue lapping at the pad and cheeks hollowing obscenely, before a small moan makes its way out of Calum's mouth. If Michael weren't 32 and just unloaded inside the young boy he would be getting hard again.
"You are so obscene." Michael remarks as the black haired boy finally pulls a finger out of his mouth before standing up from where was kneeling next to the bed. Michael waits for the younger boy to climb up the bed and curl into Ashton's side who is smiling fondly at the brown boy.
"Did you know about this?" Michael addresses Ashton, climbing up the bed as well and bracketing Calum from behind. He watches as Calum tilts his head up, offering his mouth for a kiss to Ashton. The bright haired boy watches Calum lick into Ashton's mouth for a moment or two before pulling the younger boy away from his husband and demanding a kiss for himself. He tastes like Ashton's come. Which is not surprising as his husband's load is still all over the pretty facial features of the brown skinned boy. Calum goes willingly. He is so easy for them. Opening his mouth and offering his arse for the older two men to take. But they don't only take. They also give back.
"I assumed you didn't book one way flight ticket to Munich without telling me." Ashton offers in reply before pulling Calum away from Michael and back towards his mouth.
They give a lot. Apparently also one way flight tickets to the other side of the world.
"Why?" Michael asks curiously. He doesn't remember Calum telling them about moving to Europe. But then again, their relationship, if you could have called it that, was based a lot on fucking the eighteen year old into the mattress as often as possible, and not much on them talking about anything else. Besides granting Calum his wishes, that's it.
"I'm studying German and English. It was bound to happen." Calum shrugs before latching back to Ashton's lips and spreading his legs just enough for Michael's fingers to sneak in between his asscheeks.
"For how long?" Michael enquires as he rubs the pads of his pointer and middle finger over the fucked out hole still dripping his spunk down the muscular brown thighs.
"A year." Calum moans out in between kissing Ashton's lips and humping Ashton's thigh.
"I'm gonna miss you." Michael mumbles as he kisses the back of Calum's neck, plastering himself as close to Calum's back as possible, before finally pushing his fingers inside the wet passage. They are going to give Calum one more orgasm before he leaves them.
They are such a good team, him and Ashton. They have known each other since they were babies. Michael's father and Ashton's stepfather started an IT company which later became one of the biggest IT companies in the whole Australia. Their solutions being sold all over the world and used by big companies like Coca-Cola, Apple and McDonald's. Both, Michael and Ashton thus came from money. And they definitely used that to their advantage. Their Uni days were full of partying, pretty boys, girls, booze and drugs.
It's just that their wild lifestyle didn't end up with leaving the uni.
It was Michael's 25th birthday and he was celebrating it by fucking a Victoria's Secret model and her boyfriend in the back of his brand new Maserati in which Ashton was speeding them down the highway. One hand on the wheel and the other one sneaking up the soft thighs until his fingers brushed against the bare folds and his index finger slipped inside the wet pussy.
The last thing Michael remembers is sucking on a nipple when a teasing finger was rubbing across his asshole.
The next thing he remembers is waking up in a hospital bed, Ashton's head resting in his lap.
They told him he was in an accident. That he almost died three times. That he was in a comma for three months. That he might never walk again. Ashton cried and said he was so so sorry. That he loved him and he couldn't live without him. It was all too much.
Michael first thought Ashton was sticking with him because he felt responsible for what happened to Michael. He kind of was. But then again, it was Michael who suggested the ride in the first place. Then Michael thought Ashton stuck with him out of pity. Finally, after two years of waking up safe in Ashton's embrace in the middle of the night, fantom sounds of the crash he doesn't remember cashing his dreams, and crying into his oldest friend's arms after intensive and painful physios, Michael finally started believing Ashton might have been telling the truth.
The first time Michael realised he might have been in love with Ashton as well was on his 27th birthday. He woke up at 4am in his bed, curled to Ashton's side and to the quiet snoring of the other man. He told Ashton they could try this whole dating thing next morning when Michael was sitting at the breakfast isle whilst Ashton was making them eggs for breakfast.
Three years later, Michael proposed to Ashton on older man's 31st birthday and they got married a year later. It was perfect. Or at least they thought it was.
It was a year into their marriage when it all started going wayward. They were fighting more times than actually speaking to each other. Michael didn't want them to end. They have known each other since forever. They were best friends, they trusted each other unconditionally. He was not sure he could survive if him and Ashton got divorced. They were fighters. They should be able to fix it. That's how they ended up on marriage counsellor's couch, finally speaking about the issues and finding the root of the problem. Their sex life.
Michael is quite sure that when their therapist suggested they 'spice it up' he meant like toys and maybe making a sextape. Not ending up in a dodgy nightclub fishing for a pretty young boy to take home.
They were so lucky with Calum. Handsome boy with beautiful body and full arse just begging to be pushed around. Getting off on being manhandled and pushed to the edge, never backing out. Calum who got Michael hooked on blowjobs and Ashton wrapped around his finger with a single word.
"Daddy's gonna miss you baby." Ashton whispers as he pushes his leg higher, giving Calum better angle against his leaking dick.
"Cmon baby boy, come for us." Michael encourages the youngest as he is rubbing Calum's prostate, making the brown boy whine in Ashton's mouth and grind his dick harder against Ashton's thigh.
"What a good boy." Ashton praises the Maori once he can feel a wet splash of teenager's come paint his skin. Calum had his eyes closed, some of the come still sticking to his lashes. His chest is rising fast as he is trying to recover from the second orgasm in last half hour. He winces as Michael slowly pulls his fingers out of him and the bright haired man places a pacifying kiss on the nape of his neck. Licking the sweaty skin there before biting it gently.
"We're gonna miss you." Ashton says whilst he is cleaning Calum's face with a wet wipe. When he is satisfied with his work on the pretty face he moves down to Calum's belly and his own thigh before taking a new one out of the packet and proceeding to clean Calum's thighs.
"You are going to miss someone bending for you over the desk in your office so you can fuck them whilst they are choking on Mikey's s dick. You are going to miss someone calling you Daddy and you are going to miss bossing someone around. You are not going to miss me." Calum clarifies, no bitterness behind his words. Just pointing out the truth.
"You are right. Lunch hour is not going to be the same without you." Michael agrees with the young boy in his arms. He lets Calum lean back into his embrace. Michael hooks his chin over Calum's shoulder before looking up at his husband. "We will have to find a replacement." He says against Calum's ear but addressing the older man.
"But where are we going to find another pretty boy who spreads his legs for older men so easily?" Ashton teasingly engages in the conversation.
"I might know of someone who is just perfect for you two." Calum offers.
"Ah, did you decide to stay?" Michael teases the youngest boy as his right palm presses softly on Calum's belly. Keeping him trapped against Michael's chest when the youngest wiggles around trying to get comfortable.
"There's this boy." Calum says completely ignoring Michael's question. "The word on the campus is he bent over the desk for a pass on the course."
"What makes you think he is perfect for us though?" Ashton questions him, as he presses the palm of his own hand right next to Michael's. Calum leans into it like a cat on the sun. To be honest, Michael wouldn't be surprised if he started purring.
"He's pretty eighteen year old boy who lets older men push him around if properly motivated." Calum counters before opening his eyes again and smiling at him. "He's gonna be at The Red Dragon tomorrow at 9pm. You should go and check him out."
Calum falls asleep sandwiched between Michael and Ashton who decide to wake him up and send him off with a blowjob and pancakes. And if all of their eyes are just a little bit teary when the door closes one last time behind the Maori boy, neither Ashton or Michael bring it up.
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