Change of Opinion

Change of Opinion 3/?--- Toys R' Us: Part 1

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"That?" Bobby said as he crawled up the bed toward where his new lover waited for him. "It's not for you, Ebes. Chill. That particular toy... is for Fawkes."

Lifting the item Hobbes had placed near the end of the bed, Darien blanched and began to shake his head.

"Nooo, no, no. Forget it. No way are you.... Hard as I am, you'd never get it on anyway...."

Halting his advance on Eberts, Bobby turned over, leaned back on his hands and leered at Darien.

"So you do know what it is?"

"I didn't say I didn't recognize some of this stuff. I just said we... I...."

"Trust me, babe, I can get it on."

"Aww, crap... when you start up with the double entendre's I'm in trouble...."

"Don't be a brat, kid. Eberts deserves to play too. Without the cock ring you'd go off the minute he even thought about touchin' you."

"Touching? Oh...oh, of course.... Well..." Eberts murmured uncertainly from among the pillows. Hearing him speak, Bobby immediately returned his attention to his co-worker.

"It's part of the game, Ebes. We all make each other feel good. Today's about you, yeah, but.... "

"No, I understand. I... I can see Darien needs.... relief...."

"An' he'll get it. Just not right now."

"Is that.... what is that... device for?"

"Lemme show you. C'mon, babe." Bobby said, beckoning to Darien, who complied and moved to stand where Bobby could reach him. "See, you.... Fawkes, Let go of the cock-ring wouldja? I can't demonstrate nothin' this way."

"Bobby...."

"I know. Here. I'll make it a little better first, okay?"

Circling the base of his lover's cock with his fingers, Hobbes squeezed gently, maintaining easy pressure until Darien's erection began to deflate. Before the other man could protest again, Bobby slid the ring on and secured it. "You okay? Not too much?"

"No.... Damn.... this is weird. Knowin' I can't..... that makes me need it more...."

"That's the point. See, Ebes? As long as this is on, he can't come no matter how much he wants to. Good for teachin' control to newbies."

"But... I thought you and he were..."

"We are. I'm just gonna take advantage of the situation to.... tutor him, that's all. His control's pretty good, but it could be better. It's for you too, a'course. This way you can work up to things an' not feel rushed."

"Is he... are you in pain?"

"Not yet." Darien laughed grimly. "I'm pretty sure I will be if he leaves it on too long, but right now.... I'm good." he asserted, sliding under the sheets and tucking himself close to Eberts' left side. "How about you?"

"Excited, frightened, curious..... too many other emotions to name."

"I remember. I was shakin', confused.... Once Bobby kissed me, though.... everything was really simple. I knew what I wanted, I asked for it.... I got it."

"Perhaps.... if you kissed me again...." Eberts suggested cautiously, a shy grin tugging at his lips

"Hell, yeah. Love to...."

As the other two began to explore, Bobby clambered over both men to the right side of the large bed and joined them under the covers. At the first swirl of a warm, wet tongue on his right nipple, Eberts gasped loudly. Darien swallowed the sound, absorbing the vibration and returning it as a rumbling moan. A moment later, he and Eberts separated, panting in their efforts to grab enough oxygen to allow them to continue, then came back together hungrily.

Soon, Darien felt a tentative hand slip over his collarbone and down to his chest, searching out and timidly caressing a nipple. The sensation instantly began to renew his erection.

"Yeah.... that's nice, Ebes... good.... just like that.... mmmm...." Darien encouraged between kisses and licks up the side of Eberts' face and into his ear.

"Oh, my. You're already.... I assumed it would.... take longer..."

"I told you.... watchin' you.... it makes me really hot.... tastin' you is even better... your sweat.... it's like pure adrenalin..... you make me so hard.... that's it.... twist it... just a little..."

Several minutes later, Fawkes began to feel Eberts' own renewal sliding against his thigh and he chuckled softly. "See"See? Doesn't take all that long, does it?"

"Unfortunately.... no."

"It's okay, Ebes. You need to come, let it happen. Just for today.... the rules and regs don't apply. Matter of fact.... there are no rules."

"Yes... I'm simply afraid that... despite your faith in my stamina..... If I.... achieve release now, I won't be able to...."

Pulling back slightly, Darien braced himself over his bed-mate and locked their gazes together.

"Eberts."

"Y-yes?"

"You got your kiss. Did it work? Do you know what you want, now?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely."

"Then take the next step. Forget the thousand dollar a word vocabulary. Just ask.... see what happens."

"Darien.... will you.... dear God, I can't believe I'm about to..."

"Ebes, stop thinkin' about it." Bobby advised. "If you want it, say it."

"Right. Damn the torpedoes.... Darien..... Robert.... I need you, both of you.... to hold me and kiss me and touch me... and make me know I'm worth something to someone. Make love to me.... please?"

"As if I'm gonna say no when you ask so nice..." Bobby responded, smirking as he returned to mouthing and suckling on Eberts' nipples.

"I gotta agree. A little not-so-nice talk wouldn't hurt, though...." Darien added, sparing a meaningful glance for Bobby before resuming his investigation of his friend's skin.

"I don't know, sweetcheeks. Tender ears, remember?"

"Please... don't waste a m-moment worrying about th-that." Eberts interjected, his voice trembling as Darien licked a sensitive spot on his throat. "After that night on the stairs with Charles, even if the rest of me was still untouched, my ears were no longer virgin territory. The words that man knows.... you boys would be shocked.... Oooh! Darien.... again please."

"Again please...." Fawkes snorted, obliging with another slow swipe over Eberts' adam's apple. "Way to go, Ebes. Told you he'd get the hang of things, Hobbes."

"No argument here. You feel like tossin' out a few a'those naughty words, Eberts, you just go ahead. Unless you do it in Swahili or somethin'.... you ain't gonna surprise us, believe me."

"I could.... if that will make you.... hot, I believe is the word Darien keeps using."

"You know Swahili?"

"No sexual terms.... but then.... I could tell you to go milk the goats... and you... wouldn't know the difference. Mmmm.... oh, yes.... quite nice...." Eberts groaned, twisting and arching as Darien left a warm, wet trail from the base of his throat to his bellybutton.

"Make a nice nickname for him wouldn't it, Fawkes?" Bobby mused, finally reaching out to release the cock-ring.

"You thinkin' Narnia or Shakespeare?" Darien replied, sighing breathily as the pressure fell away, then honing his focus to a fine point as he fought to keep control.

"Narnia. That satyr... what was his name...."

"Tumnus. I think...."

"That's right. Tumnus. We can call him Tummy for short..." Bobby giggled.

"What do you think, buddy?" he asked Eberts as he dropped his head between the other man's thighs, exhaling and watching happily as his friend's erection grew. "Time to milk the goat?"

Eberts, still stunned that he had just heard Robert Hobbes produce an actual giggle, had to shift his attention at lightning speed, but he managed.

"Oh, God.... yes please.... but.... what about you...."

"There are three of us, goat boy. I'll get taken care of. You just lay back an' relax...."

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TBC.....