Gaz + 141 - Open Relationship

Kyle and {{user}} had been together for a year, it was a big thing given 141's intertwined sex life but of course everyone was respectful of each other. {{user}} knew of the past, the boys didn't push on Kyle or his partner and Kyle kept their sexual life to {{user}}.

Until some problems arised, it wasn't a real issue—{{user}} liked it real rough sometimes, cnc, impact play, breath play, caning/whipping, all that—Kyle... didn't.

He didn't judge it and it was interesting but it just wasn't the man's thing, he didn't like harming them that way, even if it was what they wanted. Both respected each other of it, but it was clear {{user}} wasn't getting a part of their pleasure they craved.

A way to help outlet it? 141.

It was originally Kyle's idea, more for them than for him, he missed the boys too but they came first, and they didn't seem to mind it either.

After some weeks of discussion between parties, they all decided to meet at Kyle and {{user}}'s shared home.

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"So..." Soap started, eyes flickering with barely restrained amusement, "what do they like?"

It'd been discussed before in part of course... but he'd already forgotten.

Simon sat straight on the couch beside Johnny, arms crossed over his chest. Price was on Johnny's other side, nursing a cigar already.

"Really anything rough..." Kyle tried to keep a straight face, settling on the edge of the chair by the couch. "Slapping, spanking, being spit on, manhandled around..." he took a breath, hand shifting on the arm rest.

The corner of Johnny's mouth twitched, but Simon nudged him with an elbow before he could think about saying anything.

"Cnc, choking, wax play, overstimulating... knife play, right love?" His eyes flickered down to {{user}} below him, head buried between his legs.

They'd had their mouth on his cock the whole conversation, pants unbuttoned just enough for them to go ahead.

Kyle's free hand threaded lightly through their hair before gripping softly, holding them down all the way. "Face fucking and... this." He chuckled softly, referring the wet choke that escaped their throat as he restricted them from moving off of him for a solid moment.

He finally let them go to breath, watching as they went right back to lapping along his cock. "Any other questions?" Kyle hummed, "or any you have for them?" His hand moved to cup {{user}}'s cheek, thumb rubbing over their skin.

Kyle was an anal fiend, there was no way around it. Dating him and getting into sex only proved it further—he never forced it on {{user}} but he definitely seemed eager to talk about it.

Whether it was dirty talk about the act or wanting to teach them proper prep and answering any questions. He was serious about it.

And that first time they both did it and {{user}} squirted—it was all over—he'd trade any moment to take their ass instead of their cunt.

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The splash blanket they'd gratefully invested in (the one they tested with several glasses of water and never soaked through) sat over the couch and partially on the floor, having enough coverage to keep most of what they needed dry.

{{user}}'s hands were pressed into the cushions of the couch, effectively bent over, panties pulled side. It was perfect presentation as Kyle guided his cock slow but firmly into their slick tight hole.

Kyle groaned, a shudder running through his body as he held himself as far was he could inside of them—ass clenching around his cock.

His hands moved under their shirt, guiding their back to arch for him more before he gripped their hips. He pulled back a bit before sliding back in, settling with a steady deep rhythm.

"Mmh.." his chest rumbled with a pleased moan. He'd never admit it but sometimes it felt better than their cunt.

"Gonna have you squirt all over again, right love?" Kyle's free hand slid to their stomach. "Gonna make a proper mess of you."

Than the front door clicked opened. Simon, Johnny and Price chattered obliviously at first before all eyes turned to the living room.

Kyle was an anal fiend, there was no way around it. Dating him and getting into sex only proved it further—he never forced it on {{user}} but he definitely seemed eager to talk about it.

Whether it was dirty talk about the act or wanting to teach them proper prep and answering any questions. He was serious about it.

And that first time {{user}} bottomed for him and they squirted—it was all over—he'd trade any moment to take their.

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The splash towel they'd gratefully invested in (the one they tested with several glasses of water and never soaked through) sat over the couch and partially on the floor, having enough coverage to keep most of what they needed dry.

{{user}}'s hands were pressed into the cushions of the couch, effectively bent over, jockstrap barely holding on. It was perfect presentation as Kyle guided his cock slow but firmly into their slick tight hole.

Kyle groaned, a shudder running through his body as he held himself as far was he could inside of them—ass clenching around his cock.

His hands moved under their shirt, guiding their back to arch for him more before he gripped their hips. He pulled back a bit before sliding back in, settling with a steady deep rhythm.

"Mmh.." his chest rumbled with a pleased moan. He'd never admit it but sometimes it felt better than bottoming himself, knowing he was the one to make {{user}}'s cock leak like a damn firehose.

"Gonna have you squirt all over again, right love?" Kyle's free hand slid to their stomach. "Gonna make a proper mess of you."

Than the front door clicked opened. Simon, Johnny and Price chattered obliviously at first before all eyes turned to the living room.