Goldilocks and His Three Bears by AM Riley

legs spread. Watching Brian and Paul had made Scott pretty damned horny. So in no time he was sucking Jim deep, snorting, his nose pressing into the man's pubes like a pig hunting for truffles, those big sacs tight against Scott's chin, a hand against his ear, the fingers clenching and relaxing.
    “Stop,” said Paul's voice. And Scott did. Damn it.
    Jim's hand was on his head. Scott looked up and into Jim's face. He looked pretty damned blown away. Well, that was gratifying.
    “Stand,” said Paul, next to them.
    Scott and Jim both turned their heads to watch as Paul helped Brian to stand and walk to the bed. Paul directed Brian to kneel on the bed, hands behind him, cheek turned on the pillow, cute little butt high in the air. And then Paul drew out that lassolike thing and tied Brian's wrists and forearms together. Right up to the elbows. While he was doing it, every now and then, Scott saw Paul let the lacings slide across Brian's hole. Every time he did it, Brian quivered all over and pressed his lips together against whatever sound was trying to escape from his mouth.
    From the angle at which he knelt, Scott could see the cock ring on Brian, his dick straining and swollen above it. His balls kept jerking up like they wanted to come, and his friend was covered now with a fine sheen of sweat. Paul finished restraining him and then teased that pretty hole with his penis a few times.
    “What do you say, Brian?” he asked silkily.
    “P-p-please, sir,” moaned Brian. “P-please fuck me, Daddy.”
    Paul shoved himself in up to the hilt. Brian's head arched back, eyes squeezed closed, whole body seeming to open to the invasion.
    Lord . Scott moaned and felt himself pulled up onto the bed, felt Jim's mouth covering his, felt Jim's hand guiding Scott's fingers to wrap around Jim's fat cock, felt Jim stroking Scott as Scott stroked him.
    And then his mind was filled with only him and Jim, tongues twisting around each other, hands and cocks bumping as they stroked. With that larger-than-life porno-movie slap of flesh two feet away, with Paul's breath coming hard and fast.
    Brian cried out against the mattress.
    “No,” said Paul, still fucking.
    Scott heard Brian whimper.
    “Gonna come,” whispered Jim against Scott's ear, a second before the big body in his arms tensed and the cock in his hand bucked and spurted.
    Scott sort of drowned in his own climax, and when he found himself, moments later, he was on his side, held in Jim's big arms, as they watched Paul's muscular back arch and freeze. Scott'd swear the snakes there gaped their venom-dripping jaws wider, and then Paul's entire body relaxed.
    Paul backed up, drawing himself out of Brian, who still knelt, quivering and fighting his whole body.
    Scott saw Paul manipulate something on his friend's body, and the cock ring hit the mattress.
    “Come,” said Paul quietly.
    And Brian did. Hard. Great spurts hit the mattress, his whole body shaking.
    Paul rapidly untied the rest of Brian's restraints, slipping the harness from Brian's now pliant body and covering his face with kisses. Brian wrapped his arms around Paul and buried his head in his neck.
    “You may speak,” said Paul.
    “Are we out of the scene, Daddy?” Scott heard Brian ask very softly.
    “If you want,” said Paul, his hands gentle, his mouth on Brian, full of love.
    “I love you, Paul,” said Brian. And they kissed.
    There was a sort of approving rumble in the chest of the man who held Scott, and Jim's hands held him just a little tighter.
    From the cradle of Paul's arms, Brian looked up at his friends. His eyes were wide and blue, his hair tousled and boyish.
    “Are you okay, Scott?”
    Scott was floating, rocking in Jim's arms. He nodded.
    A brilliant smile lit Brian's face. “You enjoyed that, huh?”
    “Wouldn't be any use in denying it,” said Scott.
    Jim's mouth against his neck. Lips on his ear. “Do you need anything, Scott?”
    Scott snuggled a little closer to Jim. “I'm