Goldilocks and His Three Bears by AM Riley Read Free Book Online Page A

Brian's eyes into his Daddy. Those tats emerged from beneath the white like visions.
    Paul turned to hang up his jacket, and the anaconda that encircled his waist and crawled up his spine turned with him.
    When he angled back, his eyes were bright, and he reached an arm out for Brian, who ran into that embrace eagerly. Brian tilted his head up for the kiss. He'd dissolved into it when he suddenly remembered Jim sitting on the sofa behind him.
    His Daddy felt it right away, of course. He held him, looking deeply into his eyes, then released him with a caress.
    “Go take a shower, Brian.”
    “Yes, sir.” Brian padded out of the room. Behind him he heard Paul saying. “Jim, we have to talk.”
    Brian was clean and sitting on the bed, ready, when Paul came into the room. He went to the closet and brought out the big blue robe for Brian to put on. “Come on out to the living room,” he said.
    Jim was waiting on the sofa. Paul waved Brian to take a seat and he sat down himself. There was a little pause. It felt like a business meeting.
    “I don't believe much in tradition,” said Paul.
    “Me neither,” said Jim.
    “Jim and I feel that you shouldn't have to choose between us if it's not what's right for you, Brian.”
    Brian's mouth fell open.
    “Close your mouth, hon,” said Paul gently.
    Brian's mouth snapped shut.
    “So I told Jim here that I'm willing to open the parameters of our relationship, as long as we establish certain rules.”
    “And I said I needed to know how you felt,” added Jim.
    “So how do you feel about it, Brian?” asked Paul. And then they both sat and looked at him.
    Brian squeaked. “Wha-wha... What are you talking about?”
    “I'm inviting Jim into this relationship,” said Paul in his reasonable voice. “If you want.”
    Brian looked at Jim. And, oh God, his Momma Bear was giving him a gentle, happy smile. Then he looked at Paul again, and his Daddy's eyes were gleaming. Brian nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”
    Then they all shook on it. Weird.
    “Now, Jim, I'm not sure I can get used to that water bed,” said Paul after they'd shaken. He put a hand on Brian's ass and sort of fondled it as he spoke.
    “Yeah, it's like surfin'. Takes some getting used to. That futon is mighty hard, though.”
    “Scott's bed is perfect,” piped up Brian. Only realizing after he said it whence his knowledge derived and how that might sound. But Momma Bear and Daddy laughed.
    “Think Scott might object,” said Jim easily. “Well, the futon it is, then. Um... Paul, do you mind if... ?” And his eyes sort of caressed Brian all over.
    Paul took his hand away from Brian's ass, and Jim enveloped him in an allover body grope, his mouth on Brian's kind of desperate, and Brian knew that Jim had been aching inside all through this.
    When they parted, he looked up into Jim's happy face and couldn't help the big grin that he could feel spreading across his own.
    Then he took both his fellas by the hands and led them to the bedroom.

Chapter Five

    Feeling a little like a girl appearing at the top of the stairs in her prom dress, Brian dropped his robe.
    “Mmm,” said Jim when he saw the harness. He was across the room in an instant, those big sensitive fingers traveling all over the supple leather. “Nice.”
    Now Paul was touching him too, adjusting the straps the way a cowboy did his pony's saddle, his fingers knowing and sure.
    Four hands on him at the same time, and Brian quivered all over. Paul's hand cupped Brian's balls. “I like the shaving, Jim,” he said appreciatively.
    “Yes. Makes him really sensitive.” Jim's beard tickled the back of Brian's shoulders as he moved in closer behind him, big hand next to Paul's, stroking Brian's cock, slow and gentle. “You ever think of piercing him?”
    Paul's laugh rumbled. “Funny you should mention that.”
    He went to one of his suitcases, leaving Brian enfolded in Jim's arms, and brought out a little package. Jim started licking a