Opening Up in New Orleans Ch. 02

Dakota cranes his neck to see Evan grinning, smiling back at him as he trudges through the doors that lead to the second floor of the gay bar. The crowd is still sparse until he reaches the bottom of the stairs, the two twink dancers still moving rhythmically and collecting tips. He quickly looks away. The last thing he needs right now is for his boyfriend to observe him staring at guys who are undoubtedly more attractive than he is. Eventually Dakota spots Trent at the side of one of the bars, apparently waiting for another drink. He brushes through the dense mob, finally reaching Trent and resting his hand against his boyfriend's back. "Having any luck?" he asks as Trent looks over.

"Not really!" Trent slurs into his ear. " But have you seen some of the people in here? I can't even blame them!"

His mood had shifted again. Dakota knows he's drunk, assuming that Trent had done nothing but knock back cocktails since he'd been left alone downstairs.

"Come upstairs!" Dakota suggests, thinking about seeing Evan there again. "It's less crowded and there's no one at the bar up there!"

Trent picks up a cup right as one of the bartenders plants it on the counter, sipping it instantly. "Really? Ok, let's go up there!"

They struggle through the crowd, Trent the one who seems hypnotized when he glimpses the twinks, staring up lustfully as they gyrate. His gaze is fixated on the blond one in a thong, his mouth almost gaping open as the guy lowers his big bubble butt down to the bar and bounces his nearly bare cheeks against it.

"Come on!" Dakota urges, trying to drag his boyfriend away.

"I've seen that guy in porn!" Trent drunkenly volunteers.

Dakota has to bite his lip to stop himself from angrily shouting about the shameless hypocrisy his boyfriend had just admitted. He'd probably been jerking off to other guys ever since the horrible sex drought had started. Is that why he was so pissed every time he'd caught Dakota? Because he knew he was doing exactly the same thing? A plan starts forming in Dakota's mind in that instant. He knows Trent will be into Evan, another fit young blond, if he sees him. "Come on!" he repeats again, forcing Trent toward the stairway as his boyfriend leers at the almost naked boy dancing on the counter. When they reach the stairs, Trent starts intently downing his drink, finishing it before they reach the second floor. He looks delighted to see that there's barely anyone at the bar upstairs, immediately stumbling over.

Dakota spots Evan standing there with a cup in hand, their glances catching as the guy turns his head to check Trent out. Dakota points toward the balcony, a hopeful look on his face, Evan nodding slyly as he shifts his gaze back toward the bar.

"A hurricane!" Trent orders, cursorily peering back as Dakota walks up. "You need something too, babe?"

Hearing the word /babe/ was shocking. Dakota couldn't even remember the last time his boyfriend had called him that. "No, I'm good," he answers, trying not to dwell as his eyes are fixed on Evan stepping away and disappearing outside. Dakota knew he was seeing a fleeting mirage, not the real Trent, the resentful, controlling, jealous man he'd have to suffer driving home with after a couple more days.

Trent turns around with a fresh drink in hand, smiling for the first time since they'd walked in. "I fucking love these things!" he says as he takes a swallow. "You want some?" Trent holds the cup out.

Dakota grabs it and takes a couple sips, pushing it back into his boyfriend's hands. "That's so strong!"

"Really? I can't even taste the alcohol anymore!" Trent declares, pressing the cup back to his lips.

"You haven't seen the balcony yet," Dakota complains, moving his drunk boyfriend out into the humid air and standing with him against the railing. He observes Trent checking Evan out immediately, exactly as he'd expected.

Trent slurps more booze down as he scans the crowds of intoxicated revelers below. "Is this where you've been all night? This is nice!" He looks over at Evan again, staring way longer than he should.

"Why do you keep checking that guy out?" Dakota whispers.

Trent looks playfully into his boyfriend's eyes. "Sorry, babe, he's hot!" he tries to murmur.

Dakota winces hearing that word again, doubting himself for a moment, but he knows Trent is just drunk. His vocabulary will reset as soon as he's sober, that particular designation totally forgotten, and then he'll be back to treating Dakota like shit again.

"You think I'm hot?" Evan asks, peering over at the two boys with a smirk on his face as he steps closer.

"Well, you are!" Trent blurts out.

"He's a little drunk," Dakota says, trying to act like he has no idea who Evan is.

The guy laughs it off perfectly. "No worries, you guys are both hot too. Are you here together?"

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend," Dakota answers as Trent is shamelessly eye fucking Evan.

Evan glances down at the street, sipping his drink before he looks back over. "You guys come out tonight looking for a third?"

Trent's face desperately bolts toward Dakota's. "Have you ever wanted to do that?" he wonders excitedly.

"I don't know," Dakota quietly pretends to hesitate, staring into his boyfriend's imploring brown eyes. "I never thought you would be into it."

"We're on vacation!" Trent tries to justify, his expression filled with shameless lust. "When is this ever going to happen to us again? We should do it!" He's trying to whisper, but he's definitely failing, Evan hearing every word that's spilling out of his mouth.

The guy walks up behind the couple, stretching his arms around both of them. "If you guys are down, I'm down," he pronounces right into their ears, his fingers digging into Dakota's shoulder before he releases them and moves to stand beside Trent.

Dakota pretends to waver again, Trent's eyes still pleading, even as his dick is hard from Evan's slight touch. "Are you sure, babe?" Dakota wields the word back at his boyfriend. "Because he's definitely hot. I wouldn't turn him down."

"Yes!" Trent decides immediately. "We can all go back to the hotel together right now!" He presses his mouth into Dakota's, kissing him urgently for the first time in more than a month. "Please, babe," he begs, quickly shoving his tongue back against Dakota's.

Trent's kiss is finally passionate for a change, Dakota reluctant to pull away when he forces their lips apart. "You're going to have to kiss him too," he insists, nodding toward Evan.

His boyfriend doesn't hesitate, instantly twisting to Evan's grinning face as their lips plunge together. They lose themselves in a long, sloppy kiss, Trent just as eager for the stranger as Dakota had been earlier.

Dakota is jealous watching them. He doesn't care about what Trent is doing, having already mentally given his boyfriend up, but he feels like Evan belongs to him. He knows he'll have to suck it up. Sharing Evan with Trent is the only way he could peacefully hook up with the guy tonight, and he wants that more than anything in the world.

Trent lifts away from Evan's mouth, smiling widely. "I want to see you kiss him too!" he demands, stepping back from the railing.

His boyfriend had no idea that Dakota and Evan had already done the deed. They look at each other and lock lips again, Evan's tongue sinking into Dakota's mouth for the second time that night, the two definitely making out more intensely than either of them had with Trent.

"That's so hot!" Trent encourages as they're still kissing. "Come on, babe, let's bring him back with us!"

Evan is beaming into Dakota's face as they reluctantly unwind their tongues. "I'm ready when you guys are!"

The boys energetically bound away from the balcony together, almost running down the stairs before they struggle through the heavy crowd, finally passing out the bar's doors onto the sparser sidewalk. Dakota realizes Trent hadn't even bothered to ask the third guy's name as they start toward their hotel. His boyfriend was so intent on fucking someone else that he didn't even care.

Walking into the hotel room is like a replay of the first night Dakota and Trent had spent together. As soon as the door closes, all three of them are tearing their clothes off, launching the garments everywhere. Standing in front of Evan, Dakota can finally appreciate his naked body. He's well-built, muscular like he's in the gym every single day, his whole torso shaved smooth to show the definition off.

"You're so fucking hot," Dakota whispers, wrapping his hand around Evan's solid cock, the massive thing at least eight inches long. He starts to stroke the warm length.

Evan grins. "You guys are fucking hot!" He hungrily kisses him again, wrapping his hands around Dakota's ass, his fingers digging into the boy's butt as they make out.

"You should see his ass!" Trent murmurs, sandwiching the stranger from behind, pressing their naked bodies firmly together as he lodges his own hard dick against Evan's butt. He caresses the guy's shoulders, kissing the back of his neck, running his hands down his firm chest and flat stomach. Evan is gently moaning as Dakota leans into Trent, enveloping a hand around his head as their lips meet and they softly kiss with Evan pinned between them. Dakota tries to shove his tongue into Trent's mouth, but his boyfriend pulls back.

"No, kiss him," he says softly, snapping down behind Evan in a squat. Trent's hands burrow into the mounds of Evan's ass and spread them apart, his tongue lapping against the guy's crack before his face eagerly dives between the stranger's cheeks.

Dakota couldn't believe what he was seeing. Trent had always claimed to hate eating ass, but now he was devouring Evan's hole like he'd been longing to taste one. As they'd neared the hotel, thinking about the way Trent had passionately kissed him on the balcony pleading for this to happen, a part of Dakota wondered if indulging in the threesome might reawaken his boyfriend's interest in him. Watching Trent choose to intently lick Evan's ass over making out with him again, Dakota knew that was never going to happen. Trent was here solely for Evan, and now Dakota would be too.

He drops to his knees in front of Evan's gargantuan dick, the veiny length seeming even bigger as he stares straight into it. The guy is moaning softly as Trent eats his ass, Dakota slipping the pulsing tip of the stranger's eight inch shaft between his lips. His head eagerly bobs up and down on the big cock, his hand working the part he couldn't yet fit in his mouth, Evan's moans suddenly growing louder.

Trent springs up from the guy's butt and kneels beside his boyfriend, not even bothering to look over at Dakota, their faces jabbing together as he tries to touch his tongue to Evan's dick too. Dakota knows he wants a turn, a chance to make Evan moan louder than his boyfriend had. Even trying to please the random guy is a fucking competition. When Dakota slides off, Trent instantly takes his place, swallowing half of Evan's cock in his first thrust down on it. He greedily struggles to bury even more of the guy's length inside of him, Trent fast succeeding and capturing the whole huge shaft down his throat. He gags and spits it out, Evan's hard dick glistening with spit, Trent quickly driving his mouth back down and deepthroating the wet, rigid cock again.

"Fuck!" Evan hisses as Trent fucks his throat with the stranger's massive cock. "You guys like that big dick, don't you?"

Dakota looks up at his exuberant face. "We love it," he answers for both of them. "I can't even believe he's taking the whole thing!"

The guys laughs. "And it really does feel awesome, but I should tell you guys now," Evan warns, "I'm mainly a bottom."

Trent gags again and slides off the throbbing length, instantaneously jumping up off the ground. He mashes his body into Evan's, kissing him heartily with his hands wrapped around the guy's back. "So you're a bottom?" Trent doesn't wait for an answer, launching the stranger into the bed and grabbing his legs. He pulls Evan to the edge, forcing the guy's hole into the air. "You want us both to fuck you?" he asks, still not even bothering to look at Dakota.

Evan looks nervous glancing at Dakota's face as he rises up from the floor, Trent pressing his rock hard dick against the guy's smooth hole.

Dakota smiles weakly and nods his permission, the stranger relaxing as his gaze shifts back to Trent. "Yeah, I want you both to fuck my ass!" he answers confidently.

Trent squats down again, shoving his tongue hungrily back into Evan's pink hole like he'd relished tasting it the first time. The guy is moaning loudly, his toes curling constantly, as Trent's face weaves intently against his ass. He stands back up after a minute, spitting down on his dick a couple times, the muscles in his arm flexing as he lubes himself up.

"You want this dick?" Trent demands, pressing his wet head to the stranger's opening and grasping his legs.

"I want that fucking dick!" Evan begs, twisting to shoot a smile at Dakota as Trent starts to push inside him. "Fuck!" Evan shouts loudly, Trent's glutes tightening as the tip of his cock slips into the guy's hole. "Hold it there for a second!"

Trent's balls are hanging low, looking ridiculously huge and full as he patiently waits for Evan to let the invasion continue. "You know you can take it," he murmurs soothingly.

Evan grunts. "Yeah...I'm ready. Give it to me!"

Dakota watches his boyfriend slowly plunging into Evan, the stranger moaning intensely, certain that Trent has buried his whole length when he stops moving. He hadn't busted a load in Dakota in the last six weeks, but now his dick is deep inside another man whose name he doesn't even know. Dakota feels another pang of jealously as he strokes his rock hard dick, not because he cares about Trent fucking him anymore, but because he wants to be the one with his cock lodged in Evan's guts.

"Fuck me!" Evan yells as Trent starts to piston into him. "Give me that dick!"

Trent is passionately thrusting in and out of the stranger's ass with full force now, his cheeks bouncing vigorously, his balls smacking into Evan's skin as he forces his cock deeper inside. The guy's feet are helplessly dangling beside his body as Trent's strokes grow more powerful. Within minutes his boyfriend is grunting, his dick shoved to the hilt as his brimming balls draw up, his semen flooding into the stranger they'd both just met.

Breathless and covered in perspiration, he turns his head around to finally glance at Dakota, wiping a hand across his thrushed and sweaty face. "Your turn, babe," he says quietly, awash in the afterglow of his orgasm. Trent groans as he pulls his dick out of Evan's ass, a huge trickle of thick seed spilling out of the guy's gaping hole onto the sheets of the hotel room bed.

Dakota steps up to Evan's spread ass, the stranger's legs still stuck up in the air, Trent's white jizz pooled at the opening and dripping down his crack. Their eyes lock together as Dakota grabs Evan's ankles and plants the guy's bare feet against his chest, feeling Evan's toes curling against his skin as he pushes his hard dick into the loosened entrance. Evan's hole is lax and wet, Dakota instantly sinking his dick to the root as the stranger moans loudly.

"Yeah, fuck me!" Evan yells. His gaze says everything: he's finally getting what he'd really wanted all night, ever since he'd started talking to Dakota on the gay bar's balcony.

"Fuck his cummy ass!" Trent is drunkenly encouraging from behind, slapping his boyfriend's butt hard. "Fuck my load up into him!"

They both look at each other like they wish Trent wasn't there with them as Dakota starts pounding his cock into Evan's cum-lubed hole, thick white cream coating his shaft as he thrusts his length more and more aggressively into Evan's slack ass. "There's so much fucking cum in you," Dakota murmurs, smearing Trent's jizz into the guy's skin with every stroke.

"You like that sloppy wet hole?" Evan whispers between desperate moans, his face blissful.

"I fucking love it," Dakota hisses. He frees the guy's legs, letting them slide beside his body as he lowers his face down for another kiss. Their tongues twirl more intensely than they had all night as Dakota slams his dick harder and harder into Evan's guts, the stranger's hands reaching up behind Dakota's head and gripping fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into his mouth. Both guys are loudly moaning into each other as they're fucking and ravenously making out, greedily consuming each other without a care in the world that Trent is still standing in the room watching.

His boyfriend is silent as Dakota drills Evan more intently, shoving his dick as far into the guy's silky insides as he can. Their eyes are lustfully penetrating each other, Evan grasping his hands around Dakota's arms and literally screaming as he viciously batters the stranger's open ass. "I'm close," Dakota warns, feeling sweat dripping down his face.

"Shoot that load in my ass!" Evan begs. "Fill me up with your load!"

Dakota seizes suddenly after a final violent stroke, his dick buried deep, his eyes tight on Evan's as Dakota emits the most barbaric roar of his life, his head blissfully drifting up toward the ceiling for a second before he glances down to pierce Evan's hungry eyes again. Dakota's cock is pulsing intensely, surely shooting more sperm into the guy than he'd ever busted in Trent's ass in the last two years.

Evan lets go of Dakota's arms, reaching both his hands out to envelop Dakota's head again, forcing him down for a final gentle kiss. The last remnants of Dakota's load are still spilling into the guy's body as their tongues spin lustfully together, Evan's feet wrapping around Dakota's back and pressing tightly into him. They're both panting as they pull away from each other, an expression of pure contentment on Evan's face.

"You need to leave," Trent immediately declares from behind them both, suddenly sounding stern and completely sober.

Dakota struggles to turn his head back, seeing the usual angry Trent standing there glaring. "Babe, what? Can't we all just relax and cuddle for awhile?"

"No," he mumbles, rage evident in his tone even though he'd been standing silently behind them watching everything. "He needs to leave. Right now." Trent couldn't utter Evan's name because he still didn't know what it was.

Evan frees himself from Dakota's grasp and lurches off the softening cock still buried in his ass, quickly bolting up from the bed. "Yeah, sure, no problem," he says flatly as he starts trying to discern which of the pieces of clothing scattered across the hotel room floor are his.

Dakota turns around, sitting down on the bed, feeling the wet spot where his boyfriend's cum had flooded out of Evan's gaping butt onto the sheet. "Trent--"

"We can talk about this after he leaves, Dakota," he snaps.

In an instant they'd reverted back to where they were before Trent had gleefully demanded the threesome. His boyfriend had been thrilled to eat Evan's ass, suck his dick, and exuberantly plow him, dumping a load so massive it immediately leaked out, but now he was enraged after seeing Dakota enjoy the same pleasure. He looked more irate and unpleasant than ever, even after delighting in the amazing lay. Dakota didn't want to waste another moment of his life trapped in this miserable reality anymore. "If he leaves, I'm going with him," he says right to Trent's face, Evan's head snapping up in his peripheral vision.

"You're not going anywhere," Trent insists, stepping forward and planting one of his arms on Dakota's shoulders. "You're mine. And you're never seeing him again. We're never seeing him again. We shouldn't have done this. This was all a huge mistake."