The sun-warmed rock felt good beneath Eomer’s back and the bright afternoon sun seared his closed eyelids. On his left, Theodred sprawled with his feet dangling in the Isen’s cool waters while Elfhelm sat cross-legged just a little farther up on the rock. The trio swam out to the rock to rest after splashing around in the pebbled shallows.
Elfhelm laughed unexpectedly and Eomer cracked open an eye. “Seems that Theodred is quite rested. Maybe too rested.”
Eomer raised his head and looked over at his cousin. Theodred’s brown skin flushed a dull red from his collarbone to his hairline. Glancing down, Eomer saw why. He joined Elfhelm’s mocking laughter with his own low bark. “Now I see why the ladies are always so eager to catch you in the bath, cousin.”
Theodred wanted to place his hands down over his erection but knew that doing so would only attract more attention and teasing from his cousin and friend. “Jealousy becomes you.” He responded after he cleared his scratchy throat.
Eomer’s straight brows shot up. “Jealous? Of you?”
Theodred sat up and stared pointedly at Eomer’s flaccid penis. “Don’t worry, Eomer, I’m sure it isn’t so bad once you get it worked up a bit.”
Clapping Eomer on his bare shoulder, Elfhelm chortled. “I believe the round goes to Theodred.”
Eomer gave the blond a look that would have sent a grown warrior scrambling for cover, but Elfhelm merely grinned more broadly.
Theodred drew his knees close to his chest so that his erection was at least partially concealed. His blue eyes sparkled with mirth. “You can either accept defeat or rise to the challenge.”
Although Eomer knew his cousin only jested, his pride spoke for him. “Who will judge this competition?”
“Elfhelm,” Theodred answered.
“What? No!”
“Done,” Eomer looked down at his thighs and wondered how it was that he’d gotten himself into the mess in the first place, and, more importantly, how he would win now that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth. To his surprise, his cock was already semi erect. Reaching down, he clasped his member in his fist and stroked it experimentally while imagining a hot, wet mouth sucking him deeply. In moments his cock sprang to life.
Theodred swallowed his surprise. He never really thought that Eomer would accept his challenge and he was momentarily at a loss.
Elfhelm bit his lip in consternation. Not only was he now the judge of the most ludicrous competition he’d ever heard of, he was aroused by the sight of Theodred lounging on a rock with his stiff cock jutting from between his thighs while Eomer slowly stroked himself to erection. He squeezed his thighs together and hoped no one noticed that he’d become an unwitting participant in the challenge.
Theodred shifted and stared at Eomer’s fist as it slowly moved up and down, jerking his balls upwards. Without thinking, he let his hand steal downward to touch himself. He wrapped his hand around his cock and matched Eomer’s pace. Hearing a soft groan, he turned his head and saw Elfhelm squirm. He touched Elfhelm and smiled. “I think there is a third entrant, after all.”
Elfhelm shook his head and his blond hair flew into his eyes.
“Oh, yes,” nodded Theodred.
Eomer laughed as he stroked his thumb over his slit. “Come on, then, let us see it.”
Elfhelm spread his thighs and his cock sprang loose, protruding from the darker blond curls.
“His is the thickest, I think,” said Theodred in a dreamy sort of voice. Unconsciously, his hand crept forward.
Eomer licked his lips and nodded, not trusting his voice. His eyes grew round as Theodred tentatively touched Elfhelm, trailing his fingertips along the underside of the straining cock and over the purpling balls.
Elfhelm sucked in a deep breath and held it as warm fingers caressed him and dragged through the fine hairs surrounding his cock. He reached down and clasped Theodred’s hand and began moving it up and down. He closed his eyes and threw back his head and a long moan escaped his throat.
Unable to contain himself, Eomer leaned over and lapped uncertainly at Elfhelm, tasting the unfamiliar saltiness. Someone gripped his hair and he tried to raise his head, but firm pressure prevented him. He opened his mouth wider, sliding down and down on Elfhelm. Theodred’s thumb rested along the length and Eomer sucked that into his mouth as well. He swallowed once, felt Elfhelm shudder, and swallowed again.
Theodred brushed his lips over Eomer’s ear. “Beautiful,” he breathed, stirring the gold tresses. He kissed a trail over Eomer’s shoulder, down his chest and dipped his head lower until his breath fanned Eomer’s cock.
Eomer made appreciative noises deep in his throat as Theodred’s lips closed over him. His tongue flickered up and down the rigid cock, forcing a louder groan from Eomer. Teeth grazed his length and Eomer shivered, feeling his sac tighten between his thighs.
Meanwhile, Elfhelm lifted his hips and stroked his hands down his own thighs, moving lower and lower with his palms spread wide until he reached the backs of his thighs. His strong fingers teased at his cleft, pulling open his firm cheeks. He felt his ring clench as he pushed his finger closer and closer to the opening.
Eomer watched with anticipation as Elfhelm slowly brought his finger closer to the puckered opening. He sucked harder, eliciting moans of pure pleasure from his friend. He reached his own hand down and ran his fingers lightly over the back of Elfhelm’s hand, silently encouraging him. When Elfhelm’s finger penetrated the opening, both men sighed in unison. Eomer’s impulses took over and he joined his finger with Elfhelm’s, wriggling in to the last knuckle. The passage was tighter than anything he’d ever experienced and he felt the muscles contract around his finger and he wondered what it would feel like to feel those same muscles clenched around him and his cock twitched inside Theodred’s mouth.
Delighted with the unexpected results of his gambit, Theodred found himself enthralled by the sight of Eomer’s finger along side Elfhelm’s and he added his own. Elfhelm called out and arched his hips higher and his cock grated against the back of Eomer’s throat. Coughing, Eomer lifted his head and Elfhelm’s cock flopped against this thigh with a soft slapping sound. He blinked tears from his eyes. Turning his head slightly, he saw the slight grin playing around Theodred’s stretched mouth. He, too, smiled.
Elfhelm rocked against the fingers buried inside him and keened softly as his sensitive prostate was brushed again and again. He burned and ached with a deep need. Eomer withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, lapping briskly at the fingers as he delved his tongue inside the tight opening. He felt the muscle relax against his ministration.
Elfhelm tossed his head. “More,” he pleaded with his companions.
Theodred raised his head and stared at first Elfhelm and then Eomer. His smile widened. “You heard him, cousin. Give him what he asks for.” He withdrew his finger and moved aside.
Elfhelm turned over on his knees and braced his hands on the rock. Behind him, Eomer rose and stroked over the upturned backside. Cautiously he pulled the mounds apart, exposing the small hole to his gaze. With one last uncertain glance at Theodred, Eomer took his cock in his fist and nudged it against the opening. He felt Elfhelm become rigid and the resistance bent his bent his cock painfully. He ground his teeth and tried again. While Elfhelm whimpered, he pushed deeper and deeper, inexorably burying himself inside the tight heat.
Digging his hands into the tiny bits of gravel, Elfhelm panted loudly as he was stretched beyond his wildest imagination and penetrated more deeply than he’d dreamed possible. Every muscle in his body strained against the invasion, and yet his whole body welcomed it. When Eomer shifted behind him, altering his positing, Elfhelm felt the tip of the heavy cock brush over his prostate and he yelped with a pleasure that exceeded any he’d ever known.
Eomer shouted as Elfhelm’s muscles clenched tightly around him, both pushing and pulling at the same time. The man beneath him wriggled and bucked and Eomer had to grasp Elfhelm’s hips with both hands to steady himself. Slowly, hesitantly, Eomer began moving his hips, thrusting shallowly. Elfhelm yelped and wriggled violently and Eomer dug his nails into tender flesh, raking long red furrows as he started thrusting harder.
Sitting behind Eomer, Theodred watched raptly as his cousin impaled their friend. Eomer’s muscles rippled and bulged with every thrust, exciting Theodred further. He placed his hand on Eomer’s backside, feeling the muscles work beneath his palm while with the other hand he stroked himself roughly. He plunged his thumb between Eomer’s cheeks, rubbed the puckered hole, all the while listening to Elfhelm’s moans and Eomer’s panting.
Feeling Theodred’s gently exploring thumb, Eomer lessened his pace. He drew in and out of Elfhelm’s heat with agonizing slowness. As Theodred pushed his thumb past the barrier ring, Eomer chewed his lip. He felt an uncomfortable tension that was oddly juxtaposed to the wild need building within him. A long finger replaced the thumb and was immediately joined by a second and then a third finger. The digits brushed his inner nub and Eomer felt jolts race up his spine and he understood Elfhelm’s urgency, for he now felt it as well.
Boldly, Theodred inserted the fourth finger and twisted roughly. When Eomer moaned and pushed back against his hand, he put his thumb against his palm and, with fingers curling, thrust his whole hand deep into Eomer. His cousin screamed and his hips slammed forward with such force that Elfhelm fell hard onto the rock. Theodred glanced over Eomer’s straining shoulders and saw how his nails dug against their friend’s back. He twisted his hand until he felt a soft button against his fingers. Pressing hard, he flexed his wrist a few times.
Elfhelm lay with the rocks scrapping him and Eomer clawing his back. His friend was locked firmly inside him, pressed hard against his prostate. He had no idea what was going on behind or above him, but the searing heat ripping through him left him in near agony. He tried to move, but Eomer’s weight was too great. All he wanted was for Eomer to finish what he’d begun. He grunted and growled and begged for release, but Eomer still did not move.
Cum pearled on Theodred’s cock, dripped onto his fingers and pooled on the rock as he continued to stroke himself with one hand. Eomer’s muscles locked around his other hand, squeezing him until he barely had any feeling left at all. He listened to Elfhelm beg and Eomer moan.
“Finish it,” he hissed.
As if released from a spell, Eomer began to move again. He drew out slowly, feeling Theodred’s arm relax. As he shoved back into Elfhelm, Theodred’s arm followed so that the pressure on his prostate remained constant. Relaxing against the invasion, he established a pace that left Elfhelm gasping helplessly. After a few thrusts he could hold on no longer and gave himself over to the orgasm racking his body. Beneath him, he felt Elfhelm do the same and both men tensed and strained as they found their release. A few moments later, Eomer felt Theodred’s hot seed splash the back of his knee and drip down onto his calf.
They collapsed together and their sweat dried
on their exhausted bodies. Later, as the sun began its descent into the west,
the trio slipped from the rock and swam for shore.
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