They were kissing passionately, naked,
grinding crotches. Butch licked his lips. He touched himself,
running his hand up and down his own length and leaned on the
doorframe.
Charlie rolled them over on the bed so he was
on top, and then he kissed his way down Roman's body to his
dick.
Butch bit his bottom lip and felt his cock
thicken to its potential as Charlie gave Roman oral sex.
Roman's green eyes met Butch's. He smiled
wickedly.
Butch swallowed down his dry throat. Roman
craned his finger, beckoning Butch into the room.
Charlie's head bobbed up and down on Roman's
cock, and he appeared preoccupied with pleasing his man. Butch had
no idea if Charlie knew he was in the room.
Butch entered, still playing with himself.
Roman continued to lure him closer.
Charlie stopped sucking and turned to look,
panting.
Butch halted his approach and waited to see
what Charlie would do.
Roman urged Charlie to continue sucking,
cupping Charlie's head and raising his hips towards Charlie's
mouth.
The dominant male won again. Charlie closed
his eyes and drew Roman's cock back into his mouth.
Roman reached out his hand towards Butch.
Butch approached warily, not wanting to upset
Charlie and see wolf-on-wolf action.
Charlie only glanced briefly at him, and
focused on Roman's cock.
Butch stood beside the bed. The sight of
Charlie giving Roman a blowjob was making Butch edge his climax.
Roman touched Butch's cock.
Butch shivered and released his hold, leaning
his hips towards Roman's fingers. Roman wrapped his hand around
Butch's dick and Butch fucked Roman's palm, staring at Charlie
sucking Roman's length deeply into his mouth.
The sensation in Butch rose quickly and he
was about to come. He held onto the headboard for balance and
closed his eyes. Biting back a shout or grunt of pleasure, he came,
spattering Roman's skin, the hair on Roman's chest, and his
muscular arm.
Roman milked him gently, then released him
and held onto Charlie's head, fucking his mouth.
Charlie moaned and grabbed his own cock,
jerking it off while the top man in the room came in Charlie's
mouth.
Butch caught his breath and leaned on the
wall beside the bed, thrilled Roman allowed him to be a part of
their sex.
It had been a long time, and Butch wondered
if Charlie was the one objecting.
Charlie sat on his heels and wiped his mouth,
catching his breath. "Whoa. That jus' keeps gittin' better an'
better." Charlie seemed to be inspecting the white spatters on
Roman's skin, from himself and Butch.
Butch was about to get something to clean up
the mess when he heard Roman make a noise in surprise. Butch spun
back to Roman and Roman's gaze was riveted to the dresser. Butch
and Charlie both looked in the direction Roman's stare had taken
and in the mirror over the dresser was the image of the man.
"Oh no." Butch held up his hand in defense,
but there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Roman snarled, and it sounded canine to
Butch, not human.
Charlie hopped off the bed and stood beside
Butch. "He ain't happy, Roman."
Roman spoke to the apparition. "They're
mine."
The hair stood on Butch's forearms and the
nape of his neck. It finally occurred to Butch. Roman was their
pack leader, and this man meant to take it. Take them all, as his.
Like spoils of a war.
"Roman, don't provoke him." Charlie tried to
intervene. "Stay human, babe."
Butch studied the man; the clothing, the
weapon strapped to his back. He was from some other time, another
century. This was not a modern man. The man's lips moved but the
sound came later, as if it were from another source. But Butch
heard it. Loud and clear.
" Mine ."
Crawling on all fours on the bed, Roman began
to move, like a predator, stalking.
"No!" Charlie jumped on him. "Do not
change!"
Butch walked as close as he dared to the
mirror, seeing his own reflection and the other two behind him on
the bed. Three vulnerable naked men against one armed. "Who are
you?" Butch asked, intrigued when he should be afraid.
The
grinding crotches. Butch licked his lips. He touched himself,
running his hand up and down his own length and leaned on the
doorframe.
Charlie rolled them over on the bed so he was
on top, and then he kissed his way down Roman's body to his
dick.
Butch bit his bottom lip and felt his cock
thicken to its potential as Charlie gave Roman oral sex.
Roman's green eyes met Butch's. He smiled
wickedly.
Butch swallowed down his dry throat. Roman
craned his finger, beckoning Butch into the room.
Charlie's head bobbed up and down on Roman's
cock, and he appeared preoccupied with pleasing his man. Butch had
no idea if Charlie knew he was in the room.
Butch entered, still playing with himself.
Roman continued to lure him closer.
Charlie stopped sucking and turned to look,
panting.
Butch halted his approach and waited to see
what Charlie would do.
Roman urged Charlie to continue sucking,
cupping Charlie's head and raising his hips towards Charlie's
mouth.
The dominant male won again. Charlie closed
his eyes and drew Roman's cock back into his mouth.
Roman reached out his hand towards Butch.
Butch approached warily, not wanting to upset
Charlie and see wolf-on-wolf action.
Charlie only glanced briefly at him, and
focused on Roman's cock.
Butch stood beside the bed. The sight of
Charlie giving Roman a blowjob was making Butch edge his climax.
Roman touched Butch's cock.
Butch shivered and released his hold, leaning
his hips towards Roman's fingers. Roman wrapped his hand around
Butch's dick and Butch fucked Roman's palm, staring at Charlie
sucking Roman's length deeply into his mouth.
The sensation in Butch rose quickly and he
was about to come. He held onto the headboard for balance and
closed his eyes. Biting back a shout or grunt of pleasure, he came,
spattering Roman's skin, the hair on Roman's chest, and his
muscular arm.
Roman milked him gently, then released him
and held onto Charlie's head, fucking his mouth.
Charlie moaned and grabbed his own cock,
jerking it off while the top man in the room came in Charlie's
mouth.
Butch caught his breath and leaned on the
wall beside the bed, thrilled Roman allowed him to be a part of
their sex.
It had been a long time, and Butch wondered
if Charlie was the one objecting.
Charlie sat on his heels and wiped his mouth,
catching his breath. "Whoa. That jus' keeps gittin' better an'
better." Charlie seemed to be inspecting the white spatters on
Roman's skin, from himself and Butch.
Butch was about to get something to clean up
the mess when he heard Roman make a noise in surprise. Butch spun
back to Roman and Roman's gaze was riveted to the dresser. Butch
and Charlie both looked in the direction Roman's stare had taken
and in the mirror over the dresser was the image of the man.
"Oh no." Butch held up his hand in defense,
but there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Roman snarled, and it sounded canine to
Butch, not human.
Charlie hopped off the bed and stood beside
Butch. "He ain't happy, Roman."
Roman spoke to the apparition. "They're
mine."
The hair stood on Butch's forearms and the
nape of his neck. It finally occurred to Butch. Roman was their
pack leader, and this man meant to take it. Take them all, as his.
Like spoils of a war.
"Roman, don't provoke him." Charlie tried to
intervene. "Stay human, babe."
Butch studied the man; the clothing, the
weapon strapped to his back. He was from some other time, another
century. This was not a modern man. The man's lips moved but the
sound came later, as if it were from another source. But Butch
heard it. Loud and clear.
" Mine ."
Crawling on all fours on the bed, Roman began
to move, like a predator, stalking.
"No!" Charlie jumped on him. "Do not
change!"
Butch walked as close as he dared to the
mirror, seeing his own reflection and the other two behind him on
the bed. Three vulnerable naked men against one armed. "Who are
you?" Butch asked, intrigued when he should be afraid.
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