Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
Joey was a virgin until last night, when he met Greg. Now Greg’s teaching Joey a thing or two about golf… until Remi the resort instructor tries to take over. Joey’s caught in the middle, and he can’t escape these hot, horny, surprisingly dominant men. When they get Joey behind the tree line, all he can do is surrender to their lust.
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, outdoor sex, naughty golf clubs, and MMM ménage.
Greg’s voice was thin and high when he offered Joey’s golf club to Remi. “I guess you’ll be wanting this back, huh?”
Remi grabbed the club, but he didn’t look angry or upset. In fact, he even laughed at the condom Greg had lovingly wrapped over the grip. “This is a novel idea, boys.”
With a nervous chuckle, Greg said, “Yeah, thanks.”
“Why don’t you take a seat over by your friend’s face, huh?” Remi grabbed the lube and drizzled even more down Joey’s ass crack. “I think I can take it from here.”
Joey heard himself whimper, but his embarrassment melted away when Greg eased down in front of him on the mossy rock. The sight of that purple-headed monster made him moan, and he didn’t feel ashamed of that noise at all.
“I want you to suck your friend’s dick, Joey.”
He turned his head just in time to see Remi lifting the golf club, angling it, aiming it right at his waiting ass. Gulping, he squeaked, “Okay.”
Right away, Greg smacked the side of Joey’s head. “Friend? I thought I was more than just a friend.”
“You are!” Joey stammered, feeling like the monkey in the middle.
Greg held his hard-on by the base, flicking it at Joey’s lips. “Prove it.”
When Joey tasted Greg’s salty-sweet precum on his lips, that was the end. He opened his mouth, wrapping it around Greg’s pulsing cockhead, and he sucked.
Groaning, Greg ran a hand through Joey’s hair. “Oh yeah. Oh fuck that’s good, Joey. Keep going.”
Those words of encouragement urged him to suck harder, and he did. He sucked that mushroom tip with all his might, so hard Greg hissed and pushed his head away. “Too much, dude. Not so hard.”
“Sorry,” Joey said, feeling his neck and his ears glowing with humiliation.
He was about to try again when Greg palmed his forehead. “Nah, nah, not yet. You gotta kiss it better first.”
From behind, Remi chuckled. The deep rumble of Remi’s voice thundered through Joey’s gut, making his dick jump against his belly.
“Yeah, kiss it,” Remi taunted, like he was on Greg’s team now, like they’d planned this encounter. “Kiss your boyfriend’s dick.”