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A husky groan exploded out of Matthew. His writhing beneath Richard had me coming faster than I wanted, but nothing could have stopped me. I fell onto Richard's back as my breath slowed. I pressed a light kiss to his shoulder and forced my mind blank before I could evaluate the action.

“Fifth,” Matthew said. A giggle slipped out.

I lifted my head. “Huh?”

“That's your fifth today.”

Richard moaned.

“I think someone still needs to come.” I moved off him.

“Uh-huh.” Matthew scooted forward under Richard. He wrapped his hand around the man's cock and gave his mouth a fierce kiss. When the kiss ended, Richard sat on his heels. Matthew slid closer and cupped a second hand under his balls.

Richard swatted the hands away. “Ride me?”

Matthew's eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”

“Want to know how you feel around me.” Richard hauled Matthew to him. “Wanted it since I first saw you. Couldn't stand the thought of those other guys with you tonight.”

“Me either,” I said and clamped my mouth closed. Shut the hell up.

I reached for a condom and handed it along with the lube to Matthew. His hands shook as he worked open the wrapper and rolled the condom on Richard's thick cock. He added lube over it and his own body. My breath caught in my chest when he touched himself.

Matthew's cock had filled again, and droplets slid over the tip by the time he straddled the other man's thighs. He gasped as he lowered himself over Richard, and when he settled on the man's lap, a low sigh escaped him.

“He fills you up good, doesn't he?” I asked.

“God, yes.” Matthew clutched at Richard's shoulders. He waited until his body stopped shuddering before he rose up and rammed back down.

“Kid!” Richard screamed. “Do that again.”

He did. Again. And again. And I watched with utter fascination.

Matthew didn't stop with words or sounds the entire time he rode Richard's lap. He bounced, skin smacking, his ass swallowing the thick cock with each downward plunge. If I hadn't come so many times, my prick would have been coming back to life at the sight of them together. Matthew's lean leg muscles flexed with each lift. I ran a hand over his thigh as he dropped onto Richard again.

Why the hell was I touching him there?

I repositioned myself behind Matthew and slid my hand between them. With a few strokes, he came, a loud chorus of “yes, yes, yes” ringing out. He collapsed, his arms wrapped tight around Richard's neck.

Richard grunted through his last pushes upward, and once he stilled, he petted Matthew's back, the touch soft as he swept his fingers over the pale skin. The way I remembered petting my childhood dog, not something I ever did to another person.

I leaned forward and my chest pressed Richard's hand harder against Matthew's back. “Three,” I whispered in Matthew's ear. “You've got me beat, at least in this room.”

“Yeah. Uh-huh.” Matthew's strained voice was barely audible. His breathing evened out as he came back to us from the far-off sated place he'd gone.

“Damn,” Richard said. An exasperated sigh clung to the word.

“What?” I spread out with my head on the pillows. What the hell could be wrong after all that?

“Matthew still didn't get to fuck me.”

“Oh.” Matthew's body shook, his voice raspy.

Richard laughed. “Hey, kid, how long you been coming here?”

“Almost four years.” Matthew slipped off Richard's lap and unfolded beside me.

My jaw dropped.

Richard stood and grabbed more towels. He settled across the bed, leaned forward, and brushed the cloth over Matthew.

Matthew gasped at the touch of cotton to skin as if the towel didn't separate them.

“Were you even legal then?” Richard asked. He threw the towels toward the bathroom.

“Yeah. I may not look it, but I'm twenty-two, been coming here since I turned nineteen.” He shrugged. A blush crept over his cheeks and down his neck. “I applied nine months after I graduated from high school. I wasn't on the waiting list for too long. At my interview they said they usually don't accept members under twenty, but I must have made an impression with my enthusiasm for all things sex.”

“Did they ask for an audition?” Richard asked. “'Cause that could explain it.”

“No.” Matthew frowned. His eyebrows drew in.

The look didn't sit right with me. Not on him.

“Oh wait. I did blow the guy.” He laughed, and his face lit up.

Richard dropped his head forward. “Man, you are too much fun. And sexy as fuck.”

“I am?”

“Hell yes.”

Matthew stretched his arms over his head. “I'd like a shower.” He leaned over to me. “Wanna join me?”

Every muscle in my body tightened.

Richard snorted. “Now, now, you've scared the skittish thing. And after all this talking, which I'm pretty sure our friend here isn't used to doing after sex. On top of the fact he's here with us again even though he's never with the same guys twice.”

I threw him a challenging stare. I wanted to prove something to him, but why did I care what he thought of me? “Come on, kid. I can go for a shower.”

Matthew jumped off the bed and followed me.

“Good for you, Luke.” Richard stretched out on his back. “You two wore me out. I'm going to lie here for a while longer.”

Matthew bounded back to the bed and planted a kiss on him. Richard's hands found Matthew's ass and tugged him onto his large body. They lingered over the kiss, hands groping, skin sliding over skin.

I leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and watched Matthew's ass move, watched his balls sway as he gyrated with the kiss. If he kept it up, he'd have Richard hard again in no time.

When they finally parted, Matthew made his way to the bathroom with a bounce in his step. He rubbed the back of his hand along my thigh as he slid past me.

I followed him in, turned on the water, and held the shower door open. He stepped under the spray, a new bar of soap in his hands. I