The Knocking

By R F B

Published on Apr 7, 2004

Gay

Chapter 3 -- Like Old Times

Not entirely ignoring the pair next to them, but concentrating more on their own pleasures, Jarrod now had Joey's cock almost in his throat, performing a blow job that would be legendary. He didn't think he'd ever felt so horny, the site of Joey's naked body beneath him giving him hitherto unrealised passion. They both heard Corey's long, drawn out exclamation, "Orgh Lucaaaasssssssssssss," as his past lover slipped slowly and fully into him, then the expressions of pleasure as he began his thrusts. Jarrod and Joey continued, turning every now and again, watching Lucas, his lips tightly against Corey's, his hips driving his cock gently within him. Joey now had Jarrod's cock in his mouth and was performing his usual miracles, his tongue flickering everywhere, his warm, soft mouth driving Jarrod to distraction.

"Wanna go between your legs." Joey said, coming off Jarrod's cock and leaning over him, making sure his legs were together before lowering himself and guiding his cock between the smooth thighs. He slipped down with one smooth stroke, the smoothness of Jarrod causing havoc with his senses. Beside them the expressions had become almost a crescendo, Corey almost panting with each inward stroke Lucas offered, Lucas obviously not far from his goal.

"Argh shit... cummin' Corey... cummin' big time! Lucas exclaimed. His hips kept thrusting as his climax gathered momentum within his groin, growing with exquisite intensity with each thrust. "There Corey... argh... orgh yeah... aarrgghhhhhhhhhhh!" His massive climax exploded into his past lover, wave after wave of his whiteness emptying from his groin into the guy he still loved before all others. He collapsed fully onto Corey, his breathing hectic, his lips firmly attached to Corey's, their tongues entwined. He knew without thinking, that was the most incredibly powerful climax he had ever experienced, even during previous sessions with Corey.

"Me too." Joey said almost breathlessly, the warm, smooth skin of Jarrod's inner thighs against his cock almost too much to bear. "Orgh Jarrod... yeah man... yeaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Joeys whiteness pumped seemingly endlessly from his cock, invading the smooth crevice between Jarrod's thighs.

For the time being, they were done, Lucas still on top of Corey, Joey still on top of Jarrod, kissing, stroking and fondling for many minutes before Corey said he had something to tell them. Each sat on the bed, their legs over the side, their eyes glued to Corey. What was it he had to say?

"I have to tell you all that although the night is far from over as yet, it'll be the last time we can ever get together like this. As it was, it was difficult enough for me to get together with the three of you and it's something that can never happen again owing to circumstances you wouldn't understand." He saw the look on Lucas' face, knowing tears were close again. "It's not quite like that Lucas, I'll be able to visit you separately but not as a group as we are now." He smiled seeing Lucas had brightened visibly. "As you should be able to understand, Lucas is my first choice, always has been, always will be, but I will still visit you Jarrod, and you Joey on a less regular basis, perhaps once a month, perhaps more often. I'm more than appreciative you came up with your plan Jarrod, even if I did help you with it, I'd never have had the fortitude to visit Lucas on my own. As you saw earlier, I was right, he had extreme difficulty as it was even though he'd been pre-warned, so to have done it on my own would have been an impossibility. This night will stay in my thoughts for ever guys, and like I said, It's far from over yet."

Corey was right in what he said, the night was definitely a long way from over yet. It continued until the wee small hours, the final act between the guys being Corey taking Lucas, entering him slowly and continuing for ages before releasing his white stream, deep within his past lover. Their mammoth session concluded, the guys realised Corey had to go, none of them knowing when they'd see him again. Corey promised Lucas he would see him at least once a week, the others, about once a month. The only condition he put on the visits was that none of them let the others know when he paid his visit, they were to be kept a secret or the visits would stop. Corey said his goodbyes noticing the moisture in Lucas' eyes and the sad expressions of the other two. He knew where each of them lived, knew where each of their bedrooms were so his visits would be easy for him. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and climbed onto the roof, asking the others to stay where they were, they were not to see what was to happen to him. He turned and looked back in the window, raising an arm in a final gesture of farewell before making his way to the side of the window, the place he would make his transition. The guys were saddened at his departure, there was no doubt he was still the same Corey, laid back, friendly and totally horny. They would indeed miss him until he paid his next visit. Jarrod looked across to Lucas and raised his eyebrows.

"Good?" he asked.

"He always was good Jarrod." Lucas replied. "But I think he's got better. I still can't believe what's happened, I mean the guy's been dead for two years and all of a sudden, there he is standing in front of me telling me he still loves me and always will. It's just a bit much to absorb quickly, I'll just have to run things over in my mind and sort them out slowly."

Jarrod turned to Joey. "How about you?"

I didn't really know him well." Joey replied. He grinned. "Until tonight that is. He's a cool guy, or at least he was. Jeez, I'm like Lucas, it's going to take some time to sink in but the monthly visits are going to be a bonus. Thanks Jarrod, it was a bit of a scare at first but turned out cool."

Lucas stood from the bed, his eyes fixed on Jarrod. "If you'd like to get on here, on your back, I'd like to say thanks in my own very special way and I think you know what that means." He picked up his jeans, withdrawing a condom from the pocket. "And we'll use this."

Jarrod smiled his acceptance, lying on his back on the bed. "You gonna watch Joey?"

"Nah." Joey replied. "It's..." He looked at the clock. "3:22 am, I think I'll go for a walk in the cool night air and get meself mugged. Of course I'm gonna fuckin' watch, could be quite cool seeing you squirm."

Jarrod was used to Lucas entering him, it had happened many more times than a couple and it was something he now enjoyed. Joey watched fascinated as Lucas' love muscle entered Jarrod slowly, not stopping until it was buried to the hilt. Although Jarrod had done it to him a couple of times, he'd never actually seen the action and to say it made him horny was a masterly understatement. Lucas didn't last long, his energetic thrusts into the masterpiece beneath him had his climax on the brink in short order and he blasted it into his condom while still deep within Jarrod. He still loved Corey before all others but Jarrod was a very close second, and come to think of it, Joey a close third.

"Shit that looked cool." Joey said. "I'm gonna have to give it a serious go one day."

"Well." Lucas replied grinning. "Whenever you're ready, just give me the nod. I'll be yours for the asking. You want try it with me, now?"

"Me in you?" Joey queried.

"Yeah, why not?" Lucas replied.

"I would." Joey returned. "But I'm all shagged out right now. I wouldn't have a drop left to give any one."

"Yeah well." Lucas replied. "Whenever you're ready."

It was time to hit the sack, the three of them tired beyond belief. What a night; first the surprise and shock of Corey, then almost an orgy, and finally Lucas inside Jarrod. It was now definitely time for sleep as none of them knew what the rest of the weekend held, there was still Saturday night to go yet. Jarrod heard the noise first, a scraping noise followed by a distinct footstep coming from the attic. He looked at the clock, 5:15 am, it was still dark outside. He felt rather than saw the body next to him, Lucas snuggled up under the covers, his breathing untroubled and even. He knew Joey would be in one of the camp beds, also snuggled under the covers, warm and sleeping. The sound came again to his ears, three distinct footsteps from the attic making Jarrod sit bolt upright in bed. He turned to Lucas, shaking him.

"Lucas, Lucas, wake up man."

Lucas stirred. "Huh, whazzup Jarrod?"

"I think we might have a burglar." Jarrod explained. "I just heard noises from the attic."

"Nah, you're hearing things." Lucas replied. "Go back to sleep."

The noise came again, a scraping followed this time by four footsteps. "So that's my imagination?" Jarrod asked nervously.

Lucas heard the noise that time himself. "OK, there's three of us and one of him, get Joey out of bed and we'll have a look see. You got a torch?"

"Yeah, two." Jarrod woke Joey from his deep sleep explaining what he'd heard, Joey blearily sitting up on the camp bed and taking notice.

The sound came again, a scraping followed this time by many steps, not heavy but very distinct as though someone was walking in circles on the wooden floor. The only door to the attic Jarrod knew of was the one just outside his bedroom, between there and the bedroom on the opposite side of the house, the bedroom his brother used. The guys decided to open the door and shine their torches in the eyes of whoever was in there, two torches should distract whoever it was long enough for the third to bring him to the floor. It was decided Jarrod and Joey would use the torches and Lucas would be the tackler, he'd had training through school in martial arts. The three stood outside the door, their torches ready, waiting for the signal from Lucas.

"OK guys." Lucas whispered. On the count of three, one, two, three."

The door burst open, powerful beams carefully searching the room for anyone or anything that might be in there. As the door opened fully, a wind like a hurricane blew through the attic, the torch beams picking out a figure in the middle of the room wearing a black, hooded robe. The figure turned, maniacal laughter emanating from its throat, it's face illuminated in the beams, an almost skeletal face framed with strands of long grey hair. The three were riveted to the spot, they couldn't have moved if they had wanted to, the sight before them almost too much to take. The figure spoke, it's voice deep and evil, menacing in its tone.

"Did you really think I would not come after what you all did to my boy last night? He's mine, he has been for the last two years, no one has access to him but me."

Chills of fear crept up three spines as the voice continued.

"I am Zoltidanish, keeper of the boys. They belong to me and only me, how dare you consider you can violate one of them so. Now you must pay the penalty and the penalty is harsh. You will, by my law be castrated, do not try escaping, escape is not an option." The figure slowly approached the three, a wicked blade held in it's hand. "Who is to be first? Ah yes, the one who professed his love for one of my boys, Lucas I think his name is."

Lucas froze, all his energy seemed to have drained to his feet and he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. The figure seized his shoulder, making him cry out in pain, dragging him to the centre of the attic.

"Now you pay the price boy, the price for violating one of my boys."

Somehow, Lucas' boxer shorts suddenly hit the floor, a slim, almost skeletal hand surrounding his scrotum, stretching the skin, the knife poised. "Leave him Zoltidanish!" The command from behind the guys cracked out like a whip.

The figure turned to face the voice. "Ah, you my little unprincipled slut. Did you also not think I would come to save you from violation?"

"You don't own me Zoltidanish, you never will. Go back whence you came and look after the boys who fell into your evil hands."

The figure released it's grip on Lucas' scrotum, turning to confront the owner of the voice. "You will never get away from me young Corey, you are mine and have been since you left this filthy life two Earth years ago."

"I am yours only if I choose to be Zoltidanish." Corey said forcefully. "And right now, and forever, I don't choose to be.

The black robed figure appeared to gain in stature, its right hand raised, the fingers glowing. "So say you young slut. But you belong to me no matter what your thoughts. You're mine and nothing can change that." The figure suddenly extended it's hand, sending a bolt of energy towards Corey. "Die young slut."

Corey held up his right hand, his own fingers projecting a bolt of pure light towards the black robed figure, shattering the approaching energy and propelling the withered figure against the wall. "As I said Zoltidanish, get back whence you came and look after your other victims. Be assured I shall never be one of them."

The hurricane wind stopped as if by magic, the withered figure shrinking in stature until it was no longer apparent. The three guys turned to Corey, absolutely astounded. There were questions on each of their lips but for the life of them, none could ask. Joey, the born comedian was the first to speak.

"Jeez Corey. Remind me to never really piss you off."

Corey grinned. "He's from the lower dimensions, he takes victims all to willing to fall into his trap of sexual lures. Once they accept his lures, they're his to do as he likes with. He tried it on me early but I never accepted his falsehoods, making him consider I was still one of his even though he had no control over me. What you have all seen this morning stays right here, no one must say a word to anyone outside this house. Is that understood?"

The three nodded their acquiescence.

Corey continued. "Well, now you've brought me back, against all the rules I might add, it looks as if I'll be able to stay another night. Is that acceptable to you all?"

Jarrod and Joey looked at Corey, Lucas still in the centre of the attic studying his groin, making sure his precious jewels were still attached. He bent down and pulled his boxer shorts back on then walked slowly to Corey, placing an arm around his shoulders.

"Thanks Corey." Lucas said softly, his soft brown eyes gazing into Corey's. "You saved me from something I'd rather not think about. Jeez that guy's fingers were strong too." He rubbed his shoulder to emphasise his point.

The three went back to Jarrod's room, Jarrod shutting the door and locking it. Again the three sat on the bed, all looking at Corey. Jarrod was the first to speak.

"Well my vote is we all go back to sleep, we've only had about two hours. I'll set the alarm for ten o'clock so that'll give us another four hours. Corey, Lucas, you can use my bed, I'll use the other camp stretcher, that'll do me."

The lights were again extinguished, the four guys snuggling again under the covers. In the darkness there was movement, but it was movement of a very different kind this time as Corey and Lucas wrapped themselves in each others arms. Within moments there was heavy breathing emanating from Jarrod's bed, soft sounds of pleasure, whispered words of love; there was no doubt at all Corey and Lucas would be getting very little sleep.

To be continued: (Maybe)

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