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TITLE: Invincible Tre, Part 8 (8/8)
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie/Tre/Mike
RATING: NC-17
PREVIOUS PARTS: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=wiccish&keyword=%2A&filter=all
NOTES: It has taken me over a month to complete this story. I am a BAD slasher. : (
Tre opened his eyes and carefully moved to stretch. He extended his arms above his head and straightened himself out, relieved that the usual wave of pain didn’t shoot from the front of his chest to his back. He took a deep breath and sighed.
Fuck, yeah. Maybe things were starting to get better. Maybe the meds were doing their job. Maybe keeping still for so long helped. He didn’t give a shit, he was just grateful for small favors. Tre pulled himself into a sitting position and looked up as the bedroom door creaked open and Mike put his head through. He gave Tre along, appraising look, but didn’t say anything.
He stepped into the room and Tre felt his mouth fall open. Holeee fuck!
Mike stood tall, hands on his gorgeous hips, which were clad in nicely-fitted black briefs, attached to which were all manner of straps and bindings. Tre vaguely realized that it was likely one of his very own outfits.
Across Mike’s nicely-haired chest was a band of black leather, attached to two over-the-shoulder straps, held in place with large, silver clips. Other straps crossed his lovely physique every which way.
He looked stern.
“Billie has been a bad nurse, Tre. You’re still feeling lousy and you’re unhappy. He needs to be punished.”
“But - “ Tre continued to gape. He was about to say, “No, Billie has been great…” when Mike reached out into the hall and pulled in Billie to stand beside him.
Tre blinked, rubbed his eyes and blinked again. Was he dreaming?
Billie stood beside Mike, looking sulky and guilty, his full lips perfectly enhanced with a soft red color as he fixed them in a pout. He wore a fair approximation of a slutty nurse costume, and it fitted him divinely. Especially the tits.
Tre started to ask ‘what the fuck?’ but Mike spoke first.
Mike waved his hand, overriding his objection. “I said, he needs to be punished,” he said sharply.
Billie held his hands together in front of him and looked down, digging the pointed toe of one white heel into the carpet.
Tre shut the fuck up. He would have to be nuts to miss out on this!
Mike reached over, put his fingers on Billie’s jaw and jerked his head up. “Stay here,” he commanded.
He turned and left the room a moment, returning with one of the kitchen chairs and a bottle of lube. He brought the chair close to Tre’s bed and deposited the bottle beside it. He sat down. “I suggest you get comfortable,” he said to Tre.
“Oh, uh, I’m good,” Tre replied, still fascinated.
Mike smacked one of his thighs with the palm of his hand. “Over here, Nurse!” he shouted.
Billie, his hips undulating with perfect subtlety, moved slowly to stand beside Mike.
Tre just drank it in, watching Mike’s chest expand against the leather strips as he reached to take Billie by the wrist once more.
Mike had the slender wrist in his grip; he pulled down abruptly to bring Billie to face level. “You know what to do,” he said firmly.
Billie sighed, still pouting, his sulky expression adorable. Without protest, he draped himself across Mike’s lap, and Tre had the distinct feeling that he was enjoying this immensely.
Mike rested his hand on the white knit material where it stretched tightly across Billie’s ass. He stroked it in a circular motion, almost calmly, before he raised his hand and brought it down sharply against rounded cheeks.
The sound startled Tre and gave him an instant hard-on. He felt a surge of blood to his cock and knew this was going to be good.
“Billie has been a bad nurse, Tre, hasn’t he?”
“Uh, well, I don’t know that I’d - “
“HASN’T HE?” Mike smacked down on Billie’s butt once more, causing him to jerk.
“Uh, well, I guess maybe…”
Mike yanked up the short skirt to reveal smooth, bare cheeks and demure, lacy white thong. “HAVEN’T. YOU. BILLIE?” He thundered, smacking the fair skin to punctuate each word.
“Yes,” Billie answered breathily, “I have.”
Tre couldn’t take his eyes away from the pale skin as it immediately reddened. Jesus, you could see Mike’s handprint there!
Mike shifted slightly on the chair; he could feel Billie’s growing erection against his own. Damn, he was having fun!
Tre licked his lips and spoke. “Well, he might need a little discipline, come to think of it…”
Mike lifted indignant eyes to Tre and replied, “You’re damned right he does… “DON’T YOU?” Two more sharp slaps against Billie’s ass resounded throughout the room.
Tre reached down to palm his dick. He leaned back against his pillows, because all the blood leaving his brain was making him lightheaded.
Billie squirmed, adding to the friction between his cock and Mike’s, and whimpered, “Yes, I do.”
Hmmm, Tre thought, this is getting good.
Several more slaps from Mike’s open palm left Billie’s butt-cheeks flaming, his accelerated heartbeat thudding against Mike’s thighs. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, Mike mused.
Satisfied, Mike leaned back in the chair and instructed, “Now go over to Tre and show him your ass. Get nice and close so he can see.”
Billie slid back off of Mike’s lap and gingerly got to his feet. He tugged down the skirt and straightened the frilly collar of his blouse. In a deliberate prance, he moved to the bed and turned away, presenting rearward and delicately lifted the spandex skirt.
Tre was transfixed. The sight of sweetly rounded cheeks, the skin flaming from contact with Mike’s hand, right in his face, was enough to make him groan. He leaned forward and nestled his face in that sweet crack, savoring the heat of Billie’s fiery flesh against his face.
Billie twitched his ass, and Tre couldn’t resist taking the lace strap of the thong between his teeth. He drew it out and let it snap back into place. Billie let out a small squeak of protest.
“Mmmmmmffff.” Tre buried his face in Billie’s ass once more and Mike smiled slowly. His remedy was taking effect.
Tre reached out and pulled Billie closer, sticking out his tongue to rest against his pucker and inhaling the intoxicating scent of one diminutive rock-star-turned-slutty-nurse. He smelled delicious.
“Now Tre,” Mike said authoritatively, standing and flexing his long arms, letting the stretch and bind of the leather pull against his pecs. “You need to tell Billie what you are going to do to him.”
Tre kept his face pressed between lovely asscheeks, running his tongue up and down the heated skin. “Do to him?” he queried, lifting his head just a tad.
Mike nodded, folding his arms across his chest. The combination of the leather and all Mike’s ink was making Tre lightheaded all over again. He had an idea.
Tre lifted his head from Billie’s ass crack and slowly rubbed the tender, reddened skin with delicate fingers. He considered a moment and then replied, “I think I’d like to watch you do him, Mikey. After all, that’s quite a punishment you got hanging there between your nicely-sculpted thighs. Just sayin’.”
Mike’s smirk slowly grew into an evil grin, just as his cock twitched and took things up a notch. The leather briefs looked like they were going to split open.
Billie Joe remained bent over, and let out a sound that anticipated either pleasure or pain. Or both.
“Hell, yeah,” Tre said, reluctantly letting his palm smooth over the tender, angry skin one last time. He sat back against the pillows and put his hands behind his head. “You’re going to do whatever it takes, right? To make me feel better?”
Mike nodded solemnly. “Absolutely. Whatever it takes. So, if you want to watch me impale this sweet little bundle of joy, just say the word. Just make yourself comfy.”
Again, Billie’s groan/moan balanced somewhere between anticipation and dread.
“Well then, sweetcheeks,” Mike said, coming over to pull Billie upright and put his hands on his shoulders.
Mike almost lost his resolve. Looking down into deep green eyes, lips reddened and swollen, that sweet script at the base of this throat throbbing in time with his pulse made him want to gather his friend in his arms and make tender, careful love to him.
But Tre needed to be brought back to life, and Mike was quite certain this was the way to do it.
He put his fingers beneath Billie’s chin and tilted up his face. “Ready, my trampy little nurse-slut?”
Billie nodded slowly and blinked his eyes, his lips shaking tremulously. Mike had the feeling that Billie knew exactly what he was doing
Mike’s long legs had him stalking back toward the bed in no time, a large, slender bottle of lube in his right hand. He stood just at the edge of the bed, mere inches from where Tre’s head rested on the pillow.
Billie obediently bent forward, resting his hands on his knees anticipating Mike’s fingers in an effort to stretch him.
Instead, Mike took Tre’s hand and coated his fingers with lube. Then he stood aside to allow the patient the honor of preparing the sweetest ass on earth.
Tre let out a long “Unnnnnfffffffff!” as he closed his eyes and slid his middle finger up into Billie Joe’s pucker. God, it was such a soft, velvety slide of sensation that Tre barely heard the soft gasp when his finger hit his prostate.
Tre teased the tiny nub of pleasure and felt himself become rock-hard as Billie’s legs began to tremble. He slid in another finger and gently stretched. God, what a sight!
He repeated the process with another finger, until Billie emitted a long, “Awwww, Tre, you - unnnnggggghhhh!”
He began to lean back into the pressure, and Tre was lost in the moment until Mike came closer and said, “Easy, babe, he’s gonna fuck himself on your finger.”
Tre sighed and reluctantly withdrew his fingers. Billie Joe’s ass looked bereft without them, lonely and pale again, twitching in anticipation.
“I think he’s ready, don’t you?” Mike asked solicitously.
“I can hear, you know,” Billie said a bit testily, unhappy at the sudden pause in the action. His dick was trapped against tight spandex and he wanted more. Now.
“But. You. Can’t. TALK!” Mike said, slapping the rounded cheeks with each word.
Tre watched in fascination as the fair skin immediately reddened.
Billie’s erotic whimper made him even harder. Man, I hope I make it! He thought.
Mike took hold of Billie’s hips and pulled him closer to the bed, positioning him in front of Tre’s face. He took the lube and dribbled it over his hole, watching the delicate pink skin contract as another moan of protest escaped him.
The searing look Mike gave Tre from beneath his lashes left Tre groping helplessly for his cock, as thought he’d forgotten where he’d left it.
He yanked down the leather briefs to expose his massive cock and took it in hand. He generously coated it with lube and then ran his thumb over Billie’s entrance.
Another exquisite moan.
Tre watched, stupefied, as the head of Mike’s cock teased Billie’s entrance, gently probing, then began to penetrate, and - almost unbelievably - slid its way in.
Billie breathed deeply as he concentrated on taking in Mike’s girth.
Like a fucking physics lesson! Tre thought abstractedly.
Mike moved again, still sliding in carefully.
Tre thought that the term “moaned like whore” was often overused, but the sound of Billie’s long, slow screech as his diminutive ass accepted Mike fitted the description exactly.
Mike Dirnt was hung like a horse. And Billie’s tiny hole was taking him in, slowly, bit by bit and all the while, this lovely display was accompanied by gasps and groans that would give a porn producer a cockstand.
Mike knew just how to navigate, with exquisite care, the fine line between pain and pleasure when it came to Billie Joe. He demonstrated his finesse shamelessly, allowing Tre to get his face even closer.
Billie’s legs began to tremble, and Mike knew that they were nearing the precipice. He slid a supportive arm across Billie’s waist, reached around to take his cock in hand and whispered, “Come on honey, let’s give Tre a good show.”
Billie gasped and reared back, impaled himself on Mike’s pole, threw his head back and screamed.
Tre gulped convulsively.
Mike grit his teeth and closed his eyes, slamming all the way in, once, twice, three times, again and again, letting himself go into the tight heat.
As he felt himself go off inside his friend, Mike stroked Billie’s cock and felt steaming spurts of come coat his hand. The two men had arrived at heaven’s door at the same time.
Tre nearly bit a hole in his bottom lip, resisting the urge to take himself in hand, but he wanted to focus on the two men before him, knowing this sweet display was hotter than any porn he’d ever find.
Mike gasped and fell forward over Billie, still holding him tight around the waist, keeping them both on their feet until they stumbled back to the bed and landed on it.
Tre moved his feet to avoid the impact and felt like he was going to die from horniness.
He lay back against the pillows and absorbed the sight of two gorgeous men, chests heaving, trying to make their way back to reality after one fine fuck.
It was many minutes later when Mike felt himself slide out of Billie’s ass, still curled around him, and looked up at Tre.
Tre had a strange smile on his face as he watched his friends recover.
“Ah, ah god,” Billie breathed, silly nurse’s cap still barely pinned to his lengthening blonde curls.
“Fuck me,” Mike breathed, putting a hand to his chest to make sure his heart was still beating.
“Yeah,” Tre breathed.
“Feel better Tre?” Mike asked between gulps of air.
“Almost,” Tre replied.
“Almost?” Mike looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly need beyond the epic fuck they’d just enacted.
“Yeah. Whatever it takes, right?”
“Yeah, sure. You wanted to watch.”
“And now, I wanna fuck you.”
Mike’s head whipped around to stare at Tre, open-mouthed.
Billie let out a shout of laughter and collapsed into giggles.
******
It had been a divine afternoon, Billie thought as he waited in the car for Tre to return from his appointment. He’d elected to remain in the car rather than navigate the hospital corridors with Tre.
Tre had assured him he would be fine. In fact, Tre had been in seemingly good shape, feeling better each day since the afternoon of Mike’s cure-all.
Billie Joe grinned and leaned back against the head rest as he recalled Mike’s shock at Tre’s request, and the amount of persuasion it had taken to get him to acquiesce.
Well, that, and a very long, thorough blow job. Tre had enjoyed watching Billie blow Mike as much as he’d enjoyed watching Mike fuck Billie. Good times!
And when Mikey had been ready, he’d carefully positioned himself so Tre could do the honors without hurting himself further.
Damn, Billie thought, if he didn’t stop dwelling on that afternoon, he was going to get fully aroused.
He looked up as the elevator doors opened to reveal Tre and a stunning, leggy blonde. She spoke to him a moment, touching his arm as she talked, and Tre rested his own hand on hers.
Hmmmm, thought Billie. That was quick.
Tre was humming to himself as he got into the car. Billie noticed how much better he was moving.
In answer to Billie’s snarky expression, Tre asked innocently, “What?”
“Personal escort from your doctor’s office?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s the respiratory therapist. The doc suggested an appointment with her, just to be sure everything’s good. She’s gonna check out my lungs.” Tre waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Jesus,” Billie laughed, starting the car. “You work pretty quick, my friend.” He shook his head. “Yeah, your lungs.”
“Just making sure. And, y’know, she’s single.”
“Oh. Of course she is.”
“Well… you wouldn’t want me to get a lung infection or anything, would you?”
Billie continued to shake his head. “No, of course not. But you won’t. You’ll be fine. You’re fucking invincible, you know that, right?”
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie/Tre/Mike
RATING: NC-17
PREVIOUS PARTS: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=wiccish&keyword=%2A&filter=all
NOTES: It has taken me over a month to complete this story. I am a BAD slasher. : (
Tre opened his eyes and carefully moved to stretch. He extended his arms above his head and straightened himself out, relieved that the usual wave of pain didn’t shoot from the front of his chest to his back. He took a deep breath and sighed.
Fuck, yeah. Maybe things were starting to get better. Maybe the meds were doing their job. Maybe keeping still for so long helped. He didn’t give a shit, he was just grateful for small favors. Tre pulled himself into a sitting position and looked up as the bedroom door creaked open and Mike put his head through. He gave Tre along, appraising look, but didn’t say anything.
He stepped into the room and Tre felt his mouth fall open. Holeee fuck!
Mike stood tall, hands on his gorgeous hips, which were clad in nicely-fitted black briefs, attached to which were all manner of straps and bindings. Tre vaguely realized that it was likely one of his very own outfits.
Across Mike’s nicely-haired chest was a band of black leather, attached to two over-the-shoulder straps, held in place with large, silver clips. Other straps crossed his lovely physique every which way.
He looked stern.
“Billie has been a bad nurse, Tre. You’re still feeling lousy and you’re unhappy. He needs to be punished.”
“But - “ Tre continued to gape. He was about to say, “No, Billie has been great…” when Mike reached out into the hall and pulled in Billie to stand beside him.
Tre blinked, rubbed his eyes and blinked again. Was he dreaming?
Billie stood beside Mike, looking sulky and guilty, his full lips perfectly enhanced with a soft red color as he fixed them in a pout. He wore a fair approximation of a slutty nurse costume, and it fitted him divinely. Especially the tits.
Tre started to ask ‘what the fuck?’ but Mike spoke first.
Mike waved his hand, overriding his objection. “I said, he needs to be punished,” he said sharply.
Billie held his hands together in front of him and looked down, digging the pointed toe of one white heel into the carpet.
Tre shut the fuck up. He would have to be nuts to miss out on this!
Mike reached over, put his fingers on Billie’s jaw and jerked his head up. “Stay here,” he commanded.
He turned and left the room a moment, returning with one of the kitchen chairs and a bottle of lube. He brought the chair close to Tre’s bed and deposited the bottle beside it. He sat down. “I suggest you get comfortable,” he said to Tre.
“Oh, uh, I’m good,” Tre replied, still fascinated.
Mike smacked one of his thighs with the palm of his hand. “Over here, Nurse!” he shouted.
Billie, his hips undulating with perfect subtlety, moved slowly to stand beside Mike.
Tre just drank it in, watching Mike’s chest expand against the leather strips as he reached to take Billie by the wrist once more.
Mike had the slender wrist in his grip; he pulled down abruptly to bring Billie to face level. “You know what to do,” he said firmly.
Billie sighed, still pouting, his sulky expression adorable. Without protest, he draped himself across Mike’s lap, and Tre had the distinct feeling that he was enjoying this immensely.
Mike rested his hand on the white knit material where it stretched tightly across Billie’s ass. He stroked it in a circular motion, almost calmly, before he raised his hand and brought it down sharply against rounded cheeks.
The sound startled Tre and gave him an instant hard-on. He felt a surge of blood to his cock and knew this was going to be good.
“Billie has been a bad nurse, Tre, hasn’t he?”
“Uh, well, I don’t know that I’d - “
“HASN’T HE?” Mike smacked down on Billie’s butt once more, causing him to jerk.
“Uh, well, I guess maybe…”
Mike yanked up the short skirt to reveal smooth, bare cheeks and demure, lacy white thong. “HAVEN’T. YOU. BILLIE?” He thundered, smacking the fair skin to punctuate each word.
“Yes,” Billie answered breathily, “I have.”
Tre couldn’t take his eyes away from the pale skin as it immediately reddened. Jesus, you could see Mike’s handprint there!
Mike shifted slightly on the chair; he could feel Billie’s growing erection against his own. Damn, he was having fun!
Tre licked his lips and spoke. “Well, he might need a little discipline, come to think of it…”
Mike lifted indignant eyes to Tre and replied, “You’re damned right he does… “DON’T YOU?” Two more sharp slaps against Billie’s ass resounded throughout the room.
Tre reached down to palm his dick. He leaned back against his pillows, because all the blood leaving his brain was making him lightheaded.
Billie squirmed, adding to the friction between his cock and Mike’s, and whimpered, “Yes, I do.”
Hmmm, Tre thought, this is getting good.
Several more slaps from Mike’s open palm left Billie’s butt-cheeks flaming, his accelerated heartbeat thudding against Mike’s thighs. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, Mike mused.
Satisfied, Mike leaned back in the chair and instructed, “Now go over to Tre and show him your ass. Get nice and close so he can see.”
Billie slid back off of Mike’s lap and gingerly got to his feet. He tugged down the skirt and straightened the frilly collar of his blouse. In a deliberate prance, he moved to the bed and turned away, presenting rearward and delicately lifted the spandex skirt.
Tre was transfixed. The sight of sweetly rounded cheeks, the skin flaming from contact with Mike’s hand, right in his face, was enough to make him groan. He leaned forward and nestled his face in that sweet crack, savoring the heat of Billie’s fiery flesh against his face.
Billie twitched his ass, and Tre couldn’t resist taking the lace strap of the thong between his teeth. He drew it out and let it snap back into place. Billie let out a small squeak of protest.
“Mmmmmmffff.” Tre buried his face in Billie’s ass once more and Mike smiled slowly. His remedy was taking effect.
Tre reached out and pulled Billie closer, sticking out his tongue to rest against his pucker and inhaling the intoxicating scent of one diminutive rock-star-turned-slutty-nurse. He smelled delicious.
“Now Tre,” Mike said authoritatively, standing and flexing his long arms, letting the stretch and bind of the leather pull against his pecs. “You need to tell Billie what you are going to do to him.”
Tre kept his face pressed between lovely asscheeks, running his tongue up and down the heated skin. “Do to him?” he queried, lifting his head just a tad.
Mike nodded, folding his arms across his chest. The combination of the leather and all Mike’s ink was making Tre lightheaded all over again. He had an idea.
Tre lifted his head from Billie’s ass crack and slowly rubbed the tender, reddened skin with delicate fingers. He considered a moment and then replied, “I think I’d like to watch you do him, Mikey. After all, that’s quite a punishment you got hanging there between your nicely-sculpted thighs. Just sayin’.”
Mike’s smirk slowly grew into an evil grin, just as his cock twitched and took things up a notch. The leather briefs looked like they were going to split open.
Billie Joe remained bent over, and let out a sound that anticipated either pleasure or pain. Or both.
“Hell, yeah,” Tre said, reluctantly letting his palm smooth over the tender, angry skin one last time. He sat back against the pillows and put his hands behind his head. “You’re going to do whatever it takes, right? To make me feel better?”
Mike nodded solemnly. “Absolutely. Whatever it takes. So, if you want to watch me impale this sweet little bundle of joy, just say the word. Just make yourself comfy.”
Again, Billie’s groan/moan balanced somewhere between anticipation and dread.
“Well then, sweetcheeks,” Mike said, coming over to pull Billie upright and put his hands on his shoulders.
Mike almost lost his resolve. Looking down into deep green eyes, lips reddened and swollen, that sweet script at the base of this throat throbbing in time with his pulse made him want to gather his friend in his arms and make tender, careful love to him.
But Tre needed to be brought back to life, and Mike was quite certain this was the way to do it.
He put his fingers beneath Billie’s chin and tilted up his face. “Ready, my trampy little nurse-slut?”
Billie nodded slowly and blinked his eyes, his lips shaking tremulously. Mike had the feeling that Billie knew exactly what he was doing
Mike’s long legs had him stalking back toward the bed in no time, a large, slender bottle of lube in his right hand. He stood just at the edge of the bed, mere inches from where Tre’s head rested on the pillow.
Billie obediently bent forward, resting his hands on his knees anticipating Mike’s fingers in an effort to stretch him.
Instead, Mike took Tre’s hand and coated his fingers with lube. Then he stood aside to allow the patient the honor of preparing the sweetest ass on earth.
Tre let out a long “Unnnnnfffffffff!” as he closed his eyes and slid his middle finger up into Billie Joe’s pucker. God, it was such a soft, velvety slide of sensation that Tre barely heard the soft gasp when his finger hit his prostate.
Tre teased the tiny nub of pleasure and felt himself become rock-hard as Billie’s legs began to tremble. He slid in another finger and gently stretched. God, what a sight!
He repeated the process with another finger, until Billie emitted a long, “Awwww, Tre, you - unnnnggggghhhh!”
He began to lean back into the pressure, and Tre was lost in the moment until Mike came closer and said, “Easy, babe, he’s gonna fuck himself on your finger.”
Tre sighed and reluctantly withdrew his fingers. Billie Joe’s ass looked bereft without them, lonely and pale again, twitching in anticipation.
“I think he’s ready, don’t you?” Mike asked solicitously.
“I can hear, you know,” Billie said a bit testily, unhappy at the sudden pause in the action. His dick was trapped against tight spandex and he wanted more. Now.
“But. You. Can’t. TALK!” Mike said, slapping the rounded cheeks with each word.
Tre watched in fascination as the fair skin immediately reddened.
Billie’s erotic whimper made him even harder. Man, I hope I make it! He thought.
Mike took hold of Billie’s hips and pulled him closer to the bed, positioning him in front of Tre’s face. He took the lube and dribbled it over his hole, watching the delicate pink skin contract as another moan of protest escaped him.
The searing look Mike gave Tre from beneath his lashes left Tre groping helplessly for his cock, as thought he’d forgotten where he’d left it.
He yanked down the leather briefs to expose his massive cock and took it in hand. He generously coated it with lube and then ran his thumb over Billie’s entrance.
Another exquisite moan.
Tre watched, stupefied, as the head of Mike’s cock teased Billie’s entrance, gently probing, then began to penetrate, and - almost unbelievably - slid its way in.
Billie breathed deeply as he concentrated on taking in Mike’s girth.
Like a fucking physics lesson! Tre thought abstractedly.
Mike moved again, still sliding in carefully.
Tre thought that the term “moaned like whore” was often overused, but the sound of Billie’s long, slow screech as his diminutive ass accepted Mike fitted the description exactly.
Mike Dirnt was hung like a horse. And Billie’s tiny hole was taking him in, slowly, bit by bit and all the while, this lovely display was accompanied by gasps and groans that would give a porn producer a cockstand.
Mike knew just how to navigate, with exquisite care, the fine line between pain and pleasure when it came to Billie Joe. He demonstrated his finesse shamelessly, allowing Tre to get his face even closer.
Billie’s legs began to tremble, and Mike knew that they were nearing the precipice. He slid a supportive arm across Billie’s waist, reached around to take his cock in hand and whispered, “Come on honey, let’s give Tre a good show.”
Billie gasped and reared back, impaled himself on Mike’s pole, threw his head back and screamed.
Tre gulped convulsively.
Mike grit his teeth and closed his eyes, slamming all the way in, once, twice, three times, again and again, letting himself go into the tight heat.
As he felt himself go off inside his friend, Mike stroked Billie’s cock and felt steaming spurts of come coat his hand. The two men had arrived at heaven’s door at the same time.
Tre nearly bit a hole in his bottom lip, resisting the urge to take himself in hand, but he wanted to focus on the two men before him, knowing this sweet display was hotter than any porn he’d ever find.
Mike gasped and fell forward over Billie, still holding him tight around the waist, keeping them both on their feet until they stumbled back to the bed and landed on it.
Tre moved his feet to avoid the impact and felt like he was going to die from horniness.
He lay back against the pillows and absorbed the sight of two gorgeous men, chests heaving, trying to make their way back to reality after one fine fuck.
It was many minutes later when Mike felt himself slide out of Billie’s ass, still curled around him, and looked up at Tre.
Tre had a strange smile on his face as he watched his friends recover.
“Ah, ah god,” Billie breathed, silly nurse’s cap still barely pinned to his lengthening blonde curls.
“Fuck me,” Mike breathed, putting a hand to his chest to make sure his heart was still beating.
“Yeah,” Tre breathed.
“Feel better Tre?” Mike asked between gulps of air.
“Almost,” Tre replied.
“Almost?” Mike looked up at him, wondering what he could possibly need beyond the epic fuck they’d just enacted.
“Yeah. Whatever it takes, right?”
“Yeah, sure. You wanted to watch.”
“And now, I wanna fuck you.”
Mike’s head whipped around to stare at Tre, open-mouthed.
Billie let out a shout of laughter and collapsed into giggles.
******
It had been a divine afternoon, Billie thought as he waited in the car for Tre to return from his appointment. He’d elected to remain in the car rather than navigate the hospital corridors with Tre.
Tre had assured him he would be fine. In fact, Tre had been in seemingly good shape, feeling better each day since the afternoon of Mike’s cure-all.
Billie Joe grinned and leaned back against the head rest as he recalled Mike’s shock at Tre’s request, and the amount of persuasion it had taken to get him to acquiesce.
Well, that, and a very long, thorough blow job. Tre had enjoyed watching Billie blow Mike as much as he’d enjoyed watching Mike fuck Billie. Good times!
And when Mikey had been ready, he’d carefully positioned himself so Tre could do the honors without hurting himself further.
Damn, Billie thought, if he didn’t stop dwelling on that afternoon, he was going to get fully aroused.
He looked up as the elevator doors opened to reveal Tre and a stunning, leggy blonde. She spoke to him a moment, touching his arm as she talked, and Tre rested his own hand on hers.
Hmmmm, thought Billie. That was quick.
Tre was humming to himself as he got into the car. Billie noticed how much better he was moving.
In answer to Billie’s snarky expression, Tre asked innocently, “What?”
“Personal escort from your doctor’s office?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s the respiratory therapist. The doc suggested an appointment with her, just to be sure everything’s good. She’s gonna check out my lungs.” Tre waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Jesus,” Billie laughed, starting the car. “You work pretty quick, my friend.” He shook his head. “Yeah, your lungs.”
“Just making sure. And, y’know, she’s single.”
“Oh. Of course she is.”
“Well… you wouldn’t want me to get a lung infection or anything, would you?”
Billie continued to shake his head. “No, of course not. But you won’t. You’ll be fine. You’re fucking invincible, you know that, right?”