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

pattern up Brian's neck to behind his ear, and Paul held one of the objects out against Brian's nipple. It was a tiny golden ring.
    “I thought this might go here,” said Paul. “Or here.” And the cool metal touched Brian's cock.
    Brian whimpered, and Jim's fingers came up and tweaked a nipple very gently. Warm breath against his cheek. “What do you think, Brian?”
    Brian looked up at Paul. His physical presence like a shield that Brian could stand beneath to lay himself open. Momma behind him warm and loving and full of acceptance. “I'll let you decide,” he said to them both. “I trust you.”
    “Good boy.” Daddy's hand on his cheek, and then Daddy's mouth covering his. Somebody's hand covered Brian's ass, while somebody's fingers pinched his nipples and two hard cocks pushed up against him.
    He moaned.
    “I think Brian here's going to have trouble standing in a minute,” said Jim. Daddy led Brian to the bed while Momma Bear stripped.
    Paul sat back and drew Brian between his spread legs, big cock pushed right up against him where he lay. “Nice, Jim.”
    “Thanks.” Momma came over, big fat cock bouncing along there in front of him.
    Daddy's hands stroked Brian from nipples to balls and back again, mouth nuzzling, voice deep and rumbly.
    “You like that cock, Brian, honey? Does it open you up nice and wide?”
    Brian made a sound he hoped sounded like agreement.
    “Yep, I think that'd be real pretty to watch,” growled Daddy at his ear. He rifled in the drawer and tossed the supplies on the bed, urging Brian to a kneeling posture.
    Jim's hands on his ass found their way to his balls. He rolled them and tugged, and Brian spread his legs automatically, butting his head against Paul's belly as he did so.
    “This warming lube?” asked Jim, across Brian's back.
    Paul's finger drew a line down Brian's neck, kneaded a shoulder muscle. “Yeah.”
    A thick thumb at his entrance. Brian whimpered.
    “It's okay, hon,” Paul soothed him, big hands on his shoulders, back, head. His cock occasionally banged against Brian's cheek, but he didn't seem to notice.
    “Daddy?” whispered Brian as he felt Jim's cock at his entrance, pressing in.
    Paul stroked his head. “I'm here, baby. I want you to suck me, Brian. Can you do that?”
    “I don't know,” whispered Brian. Jim was so big— like the whole world was in Brian's ass big. It was overwhelming. He didn't know if he could focus on anything else. But then Paul's cock was there, and it was like his mouth needed to be around that, needed it like an anchor. Brian latched on and sucked.
    He was rewarded by the sound of a moan and Paul's fingers stuttering across his scalp.
    He moaned and whimpered around Daddy's cock. Jim's cock driving hard over and over against that spot in him, Daddy's hands gentle in his hair until the very end when they pulled a little harshly, cock jumping so that it hit the roof of Brian's mouth and then drawing it out quickly, so the filled condom wouldn't fall into Brian's mouth.
    Jim cursed mildly and jerked once more against Brian's prostate, then held still, quivering, fingers digging into Brian's hips, as the presence inside of Brian throbbed over and over again.
    He was on his back then, a hand pumping him, a mouth on his, tongue down his throat. More hands caressing him everywhere. Someone murmuring soft words. “Lovely. So good. Let me see you, hon. Let me... ” And Brian jerked, and his cock spurted up into the air and warmth splattered over his chest.
    Somebody's tongue lapped once, and then a voice said regretfully, “Damned condoms.”
    Brian cracked his eyes open. He was cradled in Momma's arms, Paul stroking his body with one hand.
    “Well,” said Paul, “we could get tested.”
    Jim chuckled. “All three of us?”
    “It's a thought.” There was something steely and stubborn in Paul's voice. Brian found that he had to concentrate really hard to lift his arm from the bed, but he petted his Daddy's pretty tats and