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Chapter 8: Daisy Chain
The cage sat on the nightstand for a week or so.
I looked at it every once in a while. It made me horny just to see it. It had become a small object with a disproportionate amount of meaning attached to it, the brass key long since moved to Decker's keychain where it sat next to his apartment key and his office badge.
One morning, he left a half finished bottle of Coke on the nightstand as he went in to shower, right next to the cock cage. We had begun sharing Cokes recently, instead of opening two at a time. It felt like a somewhat intimate act, but still on the inside of whatever boundary we had been teasing, whatever level of seriousness this thing between us had been tempting. I picked it up and took a sip. It wasn’t cold anymore, so I didn’t really want it.
Then I picked up the cock cage.
I put it on myself, which took about ninety seconds and a bit of focused concentration, since it was my first time handling it all by myself. I locked it with Decker’s key, and then hid his whole ring of keys, tossing them behind the dresser. By the time the shower shut off I was back in bed with the covers pulled up, waiting for him.
He came out naked, drying his hair with a towel, and stopped when he saw my face. I was giving away that something was happening.
"What," he said.
“What,” I said, my failed nonchalance failing to convince him at all.
“You’re not a good liar. You can’t keep a secret. What do you have under there?”
He watched my body appear as I slowly pushed the covers down.
He looked at it for about two seconds. Then he walked toward me, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for it with both hands, turning it slightly, checking the fit, running his thumb along the metal the way he had in the sex shop that first night.
"I want to play with it," he said.
"I know," I said.
He looked up at me. Then he reached for the nightstand. When his hand didn’t find the keys, he looked back at me, grinning.
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Tell me.”
“Make me.”
His eyes went kind of wild. I got a rush of giddiness, wondering what he was going to do.
When he tackled me, I thought he was going to press me into a fuckable position, his bare meat sliding against my body already, but he didn’t lift my legs. His fingers went straight to my sides.
He tickled me.
I burst out laughing, an uncontrollable response to a tickle attack, something I wasn’t prepared for in any way.
“I wanna play with it!” he shouted, too loudly. I think the neighbors could hear it through the walls if they listened. I pictured Tay rolling his eyes in the next room.
“Wow, you’re ticklish,” he said between breaths as I squirmed, held down by his naked body as he overpowered me, finding every open spot of ticklishness even as my reflexes scurried to cover them. He even reached down to my butt and my taint. I didn’t even know I was ticklish there.
“I give! I give!” I heaved between laughing attacks. Something about it was the most torturous but enjoyable feeling in my life.
He stopped tickling me, but didn’t get off me. He held my hands over my head against the pillows. My abs were still cramping from laughing so much, and his strength and his weight held me down by the hips.
We caught our breath as he stared down at me, and I stared back up at him. He was everything to me. He was everything that was fun and everything that was good in the world. I felt his body against me, and knew that it was more than just experimentation.
“I love you,” I said. I didn’t follow it up with any qualifiers. I didn’t say it like a friend says it.
His lips curled, then he almost laughed, and then his face rested again into a soft smile.
“I know,” he said. “I love you too.”
“I’m your boyfriend,” I said.
“Well I wouldn’t go THAT far,” he said with an ironic smirk.
“Hey!” I said, laughing back with him, jumping out of his grip to push him and tackle him onto his back.
“I was kidding! I was kidding!” he shouted as I attempted to tickle him as much as he had tickled me.
“Say it, bitch!” I said as I poked him hard in the sides, under the arms, even reaching for his balls. His muscles tensed all over. His butt tightened up when I reached for his taint again.
“I’m your boyfriend! We’re boyfriends! Fuck!” he shouted, cracking up hysterically as I continued to devilishly tickle him, getting him back for it, my cage rubbing against him as I did it.
—[]—
Tay left on Saturday morning.
He came out of the bathroom with his bag already packed, which was typical Tay, efficient and pragmatic. He dabbed Decker up at the door with easy familiarity, already acting like old friends even though he had only known him for a weekend. That was also typical of Tay.
Then he turned to me as Decker stepped back into the kitchen.
He looked at me for a second and smirked. "You know I know you better than all these New York clowns.”
I smiled. "I know."
He held the look for one more second, making sure I had actually heard what he was saying. Then he picked up his bag and headed out the door.
"Facetime me," he said from the hallway.
"Yeah," I said.
The door closed on its own.
I stood in the entryway for a moment. Decker appeared with a Coke and took a sip, then handed it to me without saying anything. We stood at the window and sipped and watched the street below, and the apartment felt slightly larger than it had ten minutes prior.
—[]—
That afternoon, we were on the couch, phones out, nothing on TV worth watching. We were in our underwear, which had become the norm when it was hot. Our legs were crossed over each other, despite the added warmth. He was scrolling something and I was half reading an article I kept losing my place in, and he spoke without looking up.
"Do you think it would be cool to be like, public? Like, on social media. I could post a pic of us with like a heart as the caption or something."
I looked at him. He was still looking at his phone, which I took to mean it wasn’t a very serious thought, just something that occurred to him casually.
"I mean," I said. "I guess it might be kind of… weird? I don't know."
Nothing for a moment.
“I don’t care,” I added, turning back to my phone.
He looked up then.
"You don't care," he said.
It wasn't quite a question. There was something behind it that I hadn't prepared for, a specific quality of stillness in his voice.
"I mean, no, it's like." I stopped. "I don't have a lot of gay friends, and."
"I see," he said. He looked back at his phone. "I guess it'd be a whole thing."
"Decker."
"No, I get it," he said. His voice was casual. Completely nonchalant, and completely closed at the same time, and I had no way in.
I felt weird. I felt like shit. But the truth was, it made me a little uncomfortable. I didn’t like the idea of “coming out”. I didn’t even know how to say it at the time.
I looked at him. His face was at ease, but I knew I had hurt him somewhat. He was the big, confident jock, but I was the one who ended up being insensitive, right? I couldn't think of anything to say. Honestly, part of me was relieved that we weren’t posting anything, but I was more worried about Decker’s feelings.
I looked down at his muscular body. It was the aspirational thing that had started the series of life events that had changed me forever.
I realized that I couldn’t have two things at once.
We sat there for another few minutes. I tried to go back to my article, but the words kept sliding off.
He got up to make dinner and I sat on the couch and looked at the place where he had been sitting, and I tried to figure out what I should have said instead, and came up with nothing.
From the kitchen I heard the familiar sounds of him cooking, water running, a pan on the hot burner. Normal, sizzling sounds. Everything was completely normal on the surface.
I still felt like I had failed some test I didn’t know I was taking. I felt like a piece of shit.
—[]—
Things proceeded on like normal, until I basically just forgot about the Instagram thing. Decker didn’t bring it up again.
The following Friday, a week after Tay had left, we were lying in bed after work with a bit of restlessness. I think we could feel the weekend starting, and we knew it was going to pull us in whether we liked it or not. He was on his phone and at some point he tilted the screen toward me.
"What do you think," he said.
It took me a minute to realize what it was. I squinted and looked a picture of some guy, until I realized it was a Grindr profile, from the gay dating app, where guys post shirtless pics and try to hook up with someone.
I chuckled, and shrugged, then scooted closer to him while he scrolled through the profile.
The page was sparse. A first name, Marcus, a number, nineteen, and a picture that was nude, but covering his crotch with one hand while he held the camera with the other. I wouldn’t normally look at other guys exactly. I had been focused on Decker only, but the idea of us looking at him together, was kind of exciting. “Marcus” was lean and smooth, kind of boyish maybe, even though he was our age. And the picture was taken in a mirror confidence.
He scrolled to the next pic, and it was his butt in tight underwear. I raised an eyebrow.
“It’s… kinda nice,” I said.
He looked at me.
"You want to…" he said.
"Do you?"
He looked at the screen for another second. “I mean… I could…?”
He couldn’t find it in himself to be exact about it, but he was smiling at me. He wanted me to say it. His big pecs gave off all the confidence in the world, but he was putty for me somehow.
“I think you want to,” I said, smiling back. “Let’s do it.”
He smiled big. “I’m scared.”
“You’re gonna kill it, superstar.”
Decker typed something. The response came back fast. We exchanged a few pics and showed each other what was going on underneath. Weirdly, it wasn’t the first time Decker and I had sent naked pics of ourselves to someone, so we already had a few handy.
Decker looked at me for one more confirmation before he sent our address. I nodded. He smiled, in a rare, slightly nervous form. He hit send.
“It’s not actually gonna happen… is it?” Decker asked, looking at me.
“Nah, they’re probably all flakes,” I said.
—[]—
Marcus showed up twenty minutes later.
Decker and I threw on some sweatpants, and opened the door.
Marcus was our height, pale, with dark hair, and had a nervous smile. His face was a little… cuter in person. I wouldn’t have been thinking about that if I hadn’t seen his bare ass in photos already, talking about what we were “into”.
Decker reached out his hand to greet him, and the guy kind of chuckled, taking his hand and shaking it.
“Come on in,” Decker said, and the guy looked at me and smiled. I felt the social geometry of the situation start to form.
Marcus walked in and set down a small backpack, looking around at our setup.
Decker looked at me, excitement in his eyes. I was excited too. I was about to see Decker do something I had only ever been on the receiving end of.
"So, you want a Coke or some…" Decker started, but Marcus interrupted him, dropping to his knees as soon as the door closed, reaching for his waistband.
Decker didn't stop him. He just sort of looked down, like he was a little pleasantly surprised.
I watched from a few feet away, my heart racing as Marcus's hands quickly whipped Decker's pants down to his ankles, his eyes flicking up once for permission that Decker gave with the most subtle nod.
Marcus grabbed his growing piece of meat, and I felt a strange charge, a little bit of jealousy, but it felt good to be jealous in the moment. It was thrilling, especially while I had been locked up for some time, watching someone else's mouth on him while Decker's face made the pleasured expressions I had grown familiar with, the slight parting of his lips, getting almost serious in his gaze. I recognized the way his hand found the back of Marcus’ head with an instinctive grab.
I stepped closer and put my hand on Decker's ass, feeling the muscle of him tense under my palm with each pass of Marcus's mouth.
He turned his head and kissed me, and I felt Marcus's attention shift, his hand reaching out and finding my cage through my sweatpants. I sensed the confusion before Decker produced a key out of nowhere, reached down to unlock me, barely stopping our kiss at all as he worked me free.
Once my cock was able to quickly swell to its natural size, Decker pushed Marcus' head onto me and made him swallow me to the hilt while we continued to make out, and Marcus only grabbed onto my hips and ass and pulled me in like he could take even more.
He pulled out, trailing saliva with him as he switched back to Decker, treating us both to an amazing mix of sensations, Marcus servicing both of us at once while Decker and I kissed over the top of him. And I felt a specific doubling in my body, two different, familiar sensations layered on top of each other, the warmth of a mouth on my dick and the velvet of Decker’s tongue against mine arriving at the same time, and I thought, briefly, how insane it was that I was nineteen years old in a Murray Hill apartment having the best night of my life, again.
Marcus finally pulled back and reached into his own waistband, and when he fished himself out we saw that he had a disproportionately large dong compared to the rest of him, bigger than either of us, and thick enough that I found myself staring before I caught myself and looked away, which made Decker laugh against my mouth as he brought me back in for more kissing.
I felt like bringing this to the next level, so I pulled them both toward the bedroom, and Marcus stripped the rest of his clothes quickly as he climbed onto the bed first, settling onto his hands and knees in the middle of it, his white ass facing us, looking back over his shoulder. It was like a dare, or an invitation.
Decker got up in front of him, kneeling, and fed himself into Marcus's waiting mouth, his hand finding the back of his head again. Marcus arched his back in response as he gagged for the first time that night, his round ass lifting and turning toward me, and I reached down and grabbed him, feeling the meat of a new ass, testing how it made me feel.
And I liked it.
I got up on the bed and buried my face in there, my tongue finding him slowly at first, tentatively, just getting a feel for his pink hole, and the sound he made onto Decker's cock was immediate and unguarded, a low groan that vibrated up through all of our bodies. I squeezed his cheeks and worked my tongue into him with more intention, circling and pressing in deeply, and he squirmed under the contact, his hips rocking back into my mouth on instinct while his mouth stayed busy on Decker in front of him.
Decker reached down at some point and pulled my head up by the hair, just enough to kiss me over Marcus's back, our mouths meeting while Marcus kept moving underneath us, caught between the two points of contact like he didn't know which way to lean into more.
Decker pulled out of his mouth and joined me on the back end. We traded off making out with each other and eating him out at the same time. It was like we were lost in the lust of a new ass, but it was only so awesome because we were doing it together.
Marcus pressed his face into a pillow and groaned into it, muffled and constant, as Decker focused on the pink boy-hole in front of him. I watched for a moment as the twink’s whole body rocked forward and back, Decker working him with more aggression now, faster, his hands gripping Marcus's hips hard enough to leave marks.
I climbed back onto the bed and pulled the kid upward so I could get my mouth around his oversized meat. I took him slow at first because of his size, feeling him get heavier and harder against my tongue the more worked up Decker got him from the behind.
Just when I started tasting a new guy’s pre-cum for the first time, Decker suddenly straightened up and lined his rod up with the loosened pink hole, and pushed in.
I looked up and watched Marcus's face change the instant it happened, his eyes opening wide and then closing, his jaw going slack for a second before he found his rhythm again. I kept my mouth moving up and down, as best as I could with a sore jaw, and used my hand on the rest of him, feeling Decker's hips find their pace as he pushed Marcus into my mouth with his momentum.
I loved seeing Decker in action, especially from this strange, oblique angle, even with Marcus blocking him mostly. His stomach tightened with each thrust, sweat starting to show across his pecs.
When my jaw couldn’t take anymore, I shifted around and reached for the lube on the nightstand, handing it to Marcus. He didn’t hesitate to pour it out onto his fat hog and line up with me. I had only taken Decker before, who wasn’t small, but Marcus’ extra size was going to be a challenge, and that’s exactly what I wanted at this point.
Marcus pushed forward, and I didn’t pull away, and we instantly found a new shape for the three of us, a daisy chain of bodies moving together, Marcus pushing back and forth between me and Decker, and the momentum carrying from back to front to back again, through all three of us.
When he started inching in more deeply, I felt the stretch of him, and the burn of it, and the strange sensations on my internal organs, and I liked it. I was too hopped up on the flurry of new experiences to register the need to slow down. I just held my breath and braced for each additional inch, until he was pressing all the way inside me on each thrust.
I leaned into that until it felt numb, and then it started to feel good, but I had an itch for one thing. I needed a little more Decker in me. Or on me.
I slowly pulled off of the hung boy, feeling relief in my ass as I shifted on my knees to the back of the line, grabbing Decker by the hips, and feeling him against me. He continued thrusting. He doesn’t stop once he gets started. He can go for over an hour, pumping hard into an ass, and for a minute I just observed physically, feeling his thrusts from the back, melting onto him, letting his butt bounce against my body, until my dick was poking between his butt cheeks.
I grabbed enough lube for myself, and leaned into him, lining myself up, his back against my chest. Just as I stuck it inside him, the existing momentum simply adding me to the mix, he turned his head so I could kiss him, never changing his pace of thrusting. He made out over his shoulder while Marcus rocked back into him from the front, the three of us moving in one long connected wave again, with me on the top of the pyramid, each push traveling down the chain and back up again.
I finished inside Decker first, without even realizing I was that close to the edge. That never happened before I met Decker. My whole body went rigid while I let my seed fill him up, his thrusts milking me out, squeezing out every drop until I slowly pulled out. I shifted back onto my ass, breathing hard, one hand still on Decker’s hip as I watched him keep going. He went at Marcus harder after that, like my finishing had freed something up in him, and within a minute Marcus made a sound that cracked in the middle, turning into a squeak.
"Shit," he said, reaching down and grabbing himself. "I'm cumming."
Decker didn't stop. I watched his face, focused and far away at the same time as Marcus sprayed a load out onto our blanket, squeezing the tip like he was trying to stop a hose from going off. He tensed, and finally released a deep groan.
“God damn,” he said, “This is too good.”
The hung twink let Decker continue pounding into him for another minute before he pulled off of him entirely, twisting around and dropping his head to take him into his mouth again. I began to rub Decker’s body, feeling his back muscles and his ass as he held Marcus’ head.
I poked two fingers into his hole, feeling the mess I had left, and I felt him tense around it. I reached in deeper and wiggled around, trying to stipulate him further. I found a spot that he seemed to especially like, when I pushed what would’ve been the back of his balls.
“You gonna cum for me?” I said, looking up at Decker’s pleasured face.
“Yeah, baby,” he said, breathless, “I’m gonna cum so hard in this boy.”
Marcus groaned, his dick still as hard as ever.
In less than a minute, Decker's whole body went tight and he finished with a groan, squirting into Marcus’ moaning mouth, and he didn’t lose a drop. I watched him swallow, feeling the tense pulsing of Decker’s orgasm through my fingers in his ass.
The three of us slowly separated as Decker came down from his big O, and while Decker and I threw on a pair of underwear, and I grabbed a towel to wipe ourselves up a bit, Marcus wasn’t in a hurry to leave the bed.
When he curled up in a ball and faced away from us, grabbing a pillow and looking adorable, Decker and I looked at each other. We both shrugged.
“I guess he’s staying the night,” I whispered quietly. Decker just nodded.
We stepped out to the kitchen. Decker pulled out a Coke and opened it with the bottle opener, handing it to me before he even took a sip.
"That was," I started.
"Yeah," he said.
"The size of that guy."
"I know."
“It reminded me of…”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
My eyes went wide. I looked at the microwave. It was past two.
"Is that," I said.
"Probably," he said, shaking his head with a genuine nonchalance. He was still riding the high, whereas I had been pulled into the nervousness that goes along with the presence of the crazy guy who was constantly in my apartment.
I walked over slowly, and opened the door.
“Hey Tony.”