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Joey returns to the bed, leaning down to give me a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back to look deeply into my eyes as he asks, “You doing okay?”

“Fucking fantastic, but I’ll be even better once you both stuff me full again.”

They laugh, and I smile as Joey kneels in front of me on the bed, nudging my lips open with the leaking tip of his dick. Patrick takes the position behind me, and despite his size, my body adjusts more easily as he pushes in after having his husband there first.

Once again, everything feels right, and I relax as they both fill me end to end. Patrick’s strong thrusts rub against that perfect spot inside of me as he pushes me farther onto Joey’s cock with each one, and the dual stimulation has me seeing stars. Patrick’s grip on my hips tightens, and his movements become more erratic as he approaches his own release. “Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts, his voice strained with pleasure.

Joey must be close too because he hums his agreement before panting, “Scotty, your mouth is incredible. I want to see you come while we’re both inside you.”

I look up at him the best I can, thrilled by the look of awe on his face as I meet his gaze.

“God, I love seeing this side of you, love,” Patrick directs to Joey.

Patrick starts thrusting into me with more urgency now, and I’m so close, even without touching myself. My orgasm is building quickly from how arousing this is, and the feeling of being used for their pleasure. Patrick shifts his angle slightly, and suddenly, he’s bringing me over the edge without anything even touching my dick. I cry out around Joey’s cock as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body convulses as I spill onto the sheets beneath us, the intensity stealing what breath I can manage around Joey’s thrusts. Holy fuck. I can’t believe I just came hands-free.

“I’m coming,” Joey groans as he begins to pulse on my tongue. I swallow eagerly, savoring his taste as he rides out his orgasm. Patrick follows in the same breath, shouting out something nonsensical as he buries himself deep inside me and spills into the condom. He collapses against my back, and Joey helps hold me upright as we all come down from the high.

Joey pulls out of my mouth while Patrick carefully removes his giant cock from my used hole before rolling off the condom and tossing it in the trash. Then he heads into the bathroom, returning with a couple of warm, wet washcloths as Joey shifts the comforter away from where I came on it and helps me to lie down on my side.

Patrick hands one to Joey, who starts to wipe himself up, then gives me a questioning look. “Are you okay with me cleaning you up?”

“A five-star fuck and aftercare? You sure this has to be a vacation rule?” I tease as I adjust my position and nod so Patrick knows I’m okay with it while he wipes the lube up from my used hole. Next thing I know, he shifts on the bed beside me, and they’ve sandwiched me in once again. Joey places a quick kiss on my forehead as Patrick’s arms wrap around us. I was not expecting this. I love it, I really do, but I also want to be mindful of their relationship. “You guys don’t have to do all of this, really.”

Patrick scoffs behind me. “Scotty, you’re one of our closest friends. We aren’t going to fuck you and then kick you out. You can go back to your room if you’d like, of course, but you don’t have to go yet. That was incredible, even better than I expected. What did you think, Joey?”

“Completely agree,” he sighs contentedly. “I’m so happy we did this.”

“Me too,” I add, allowing this moment of closeness between the three of us even though I know this was a one-time experience.

1

15 years later

“Every year I convince myself that a company with ‘Entertainment’ in the name is going to have a more exciting holiday party,” Patrick teases as he grabs two flutes of champagne off a tray from a passing waiter wearing a black bow tie and hands one to me.

“Sports Entertainment Network also has ‘Sports’ in the name; were you hoping for a football game in one of the fancy-ass museum rooms too?” I joke, holding my glass up to his, not bothering to wait for his response as I continue with a toast. “To the start of our favorite season.”

“To the best Christmas yet. I’m excited we both actually get decent time off this year.” Patrick clinks his glass with mine, and we take a big sip.

It’s only the second weekend of December, and I appreciate that my company didn’t wait until closer to the actual holiday to host their annual party.

Over the last seventeen years at SEN, I’ve worked my way up in the finance department, and now that I’m a senior analyst of corporate strategy, I’ve somehow ended up on the same list as the higher-ups of the New York professional sports teams and star athletes who are also in attendance tonight.

Despite Patrick’s comments, the event does seem particularly nice this year. SEN is a huge company, and they never hold back on these events, but there’s something particularly festive about this one. They’ve rented out a museum for the evening, and whoever planned this managed to decorate with both a classic holiday theme and subtle sports nods. Christmas trees with ornaments dedicated to each of the different sports SEN broadcasts are scattered throughout the space, and I’ve also seen wreaths with footballs, basketballs, baseballs, and hockey pucks mixed in with the more typical sparkly bows and pinecones. It’s more thorough than previous years, that’s for sure.

I guess it makes the fee for the new event planners the company hired a little bit easier to stomach, even if I did gawk at the number when I first saw the budget for tonight.

Patrick grabs two bacon-wrapped dates from the hors d’oeuvres tray a passing waiter is carrying and hands one to me. “You’re still okay with us getting a real meal after this, right?”

I nod seriously. “Fuck yeah.”

“Perfect. Well, should we go mingle?” he suggests with a big smile when we finish the dates and champagne.

“Definitely,” I agree easily, looking around. We already said hello to my boss and a couple of my colleagues that I see daily, so the social obligation part of the evening has already been fulfilled, but we both enjoy talking to people, so there’s no reason for us to be standing off by ourselves all night.

Patrick’s eyes move around the room until they stop on one of our favorite pro hockey players. “I will never get over your job. I can’t believe we’re at the same party as Oliver Bell.”

I can’t help but chuckle. Over the years, I’ve gotten used to being surrounded by big names in the sports world, but Patrick really only experiences this during the holiday parties, so it’s more exciting for him. The fact that Oliver also happens to be the first publicly gay professional hockey player certainly adds to the appeal, too. We’re lucky Chicago has a game in town tomorrow. “Should we go say hi?”