Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (reading the story of the .txt) 📕

still there, and beyond it, a field of wildflowers. Bluebonnets, Indian blankets, firewheels and sunflowers bloomed in a radiant display of nature’s beauty.

“Wow,” Jo murmured.

“Yeah, wow,” Gid agreed.

Jo floated down until his toes just brushed some of the bluebonnets. “Sometimes I forget about things like this—natural gifts we’re given every day and take for granted. Hell, we don’t even see them because we’re so tied up in our own lives. Or deaths. Or afterlives.” He huffed. “You know what I mean.”

“That’s why I wanted to bring y’all here. It’s— I saw it when I was alive, when we drove by on that road there.” Stefan pointed to it. “I thought it was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen, and even after all this time, after the places we’ve traveled to, this is my idea of a perfect setting.”

“Jesus, Stefan, you’re making me all tingly and—” Jo cupped Stefan’s chin and kissed him, a fierce, possessive statement that held an equal amount of affection.

“Our Stefan is a treasure,” Gid murmured. “With a soul as lovely as these flowers.”

Stefan closed his eyes as Gid moved behind him.

Jo was pressed to his front, and the three of them went down easily onto the field of flowers.

“Love you so much,” Gid rasped, and it didn’t matter whom he meant it for. Stefan knew as surely as Jo did that Gid adored them both.

Stefan would have replied but Jo wasn’t letting up, kissing him still, pushing his tongue eagerly into Stefan’s mouth and moaning when Stefan sucked on it.

Stefan spread his legs and wiggled his butt against Gid’s cock. The move also got him some friction against his own dick, aligned as it was against Jo’s.

All three of them rocked and bucked, rubbing until their groins were heated up, and Stefan’s bottom ached with a need to be filled.

Gid reached around and plucked at Stefan’s nipples.

“Oh!” Stefan twisted his head aside, breaking the kiss as he arched, wanting more of the wonderful pressure Gid was giving him.

Jo nipped his way down to Stefan’s chest and took over there, licking and sucking while Gid spread Stefan’s ass cheeks.

“Nice,” he said before dragging his tongue over Stefan’s hole.

Stefan whimpered, trembling as he tried to say something coherent.

It was a lost cause because Jo slid down and sucked Stefan’s cock deep into his throat.

Stefan didn’t know if he was lying down or standing up, and it didn’t matter, given their state of existence. He lost himself in the waves of pleasure his men gave him, Gid’s tongue penetrating his hole while Jo used his to tease at the bundle of nerves on the underside of Stefan’s cockhead.

Stefan ran his hands through Jo’s hair then cupped face. He started thrusting, pushing in deeper, faster as his climax began to build.

Gid pushed Stefan’s cheeks further apart and it felt like he rubbed his whole face over Stefan’s pucker.

Then a finger breached his hole, quickly followed by a second. Gid opened him up quickly, massaging Stefan’s gland ever fourth stroke or so and pushing Stefan closer to the edge.

“Don’t come until I’m fucking you,” Gid ordered.

Jo bobbed his head up and stopped sucking Stefan’s dick long enough to say, “Then you’d better hurry up. He’s gonna go off like a geyser any minute now.”

Stefan snorted. “I—” His breath hitched. “Aw…God,” he panted, reaching behind him as Gid pushed that thick cock into him. “Gid…Gid.”

Apparently, he was done for in the speaking department.

Stefan moaned and closed his eyes.

Gid grabbed his hips and thrust in, hard and fast.

Stefan keened and did it again when Jo resumed blowing him only to stop again.

There was a brush of skin on skin in the front then Jo was rubbing his cock over Stefan’s lips. “Open up and suck me.”

Ohhh! A sixty-nine while getting fucked— One of Stefan’s favorite things to do! Then again, everything he was doing with Gid and Jo was his favorite while it was happening.

He parted his lips and murmured as Jo filled his mouth with fat cock.

Stefan touched his men wherever he could while writhing between them. His body was on sensual overload. Gid was holding onto him tightly and hammering into him. Jo kept sucking his dick in deep and thrusting his own shaft into Stefan’s mouth repeatedly.

Then Gid angled his hips just so and Stefan vibrated as he tried to shout, his climax tearing through him and spilling out of his cock.

Jo hummed and humped, and an instant later, his cum spurted onto Stefan’s tongue.

Gid growled like a beast and huffed as he fucked Stefan harder.

Stefan clenched his ass and Gid gripped him fiercely before Gid’s hips jerked and his rhythm broke. He became that primitive man seeking his own pleasure and it made Stefan half-hard all over again.

“Yes,” Gid rumbled. “Fuck!” He slammed in one more time then came, holding still while his cock swelled and pumped his spunk into Stefan.

“You’ve got a thing for fields, don’t you?” Jo asked some time later as they lay among the flowers.

“I have a thing for beauty,” Stefan corrected.

Gid smirked. “That’s why you’re with us, huh?”

Stefan smiled at him. “You know it.” While no one would accuse Jo or Gid of being beautiful-looking—their masculinity just didn’t fit in the parameters of that word’s definition—they had the most beautiful of souls.

Even the Texas wildflowers couldn’t hold a candle to them.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Dorso Rodriguez.

Adal stared at the unconscious man. Dorso had woken up a few minutes here and there, but he’d only blinked and asked what had happened before sleeping again.

Dorso Rodriguez. Adal liked thinking the name, and he liked saying it softly. The letters rolled off his tongue, and inside, he went all warm and tingly when he spoke it.

He went all warm and tingly every time he looked at or touched Dorso Rodriguez, for that matter.

The last name especially was almost musical to Adal. He didn’t have a last name, and he didn’t have friends like Dorso did.

No friends at all.