Discovered Truths
Feb 26th 2007
A sudden noise woke Hutch from his drunken slumber. Stirring as he slowly came to, Hutch tried to rise but found a heavy weight lay across the top of his thighs and another weight across his chest, effectively trapping him.
Prising one eye open, Hutch took in his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar. A chill hit his exposed skin from the open window, as the curtains gently moved. Running his hands down his companion’s back, Hutch was rewarded with a soft groan. His fingers drifted to the unknown face to offer an apology.
The blond’s hand froze in place the second that he realised the skin he was touching was very much male. Panic rose to the forefront of his mind as he tried frantically to think back to the night before.
Starsky had left with his date, the lovely Jill, leaving Hutch with Brenda and her friend Simon who had joined them halfway through the night. But this wasn’t Brenda in bed with him. Hutch didn’t want to know why he was in bed with Simon and why the man was draped all over him. And why in hell were both of them naked? Where was Brenda anyway?
The questions started swirling around his tormented mind, making his head ache, but no answers followed. His stomach was queasy, his mouth felt like he had been eating sawdust and his bladder was screaming to be emptied. Hutch wished fervently that he was at home in his own bed.
Not wishing to wake Simon and have an awkward situation on his hands, Hutch carefully manoeuvred the body on top of him until he could slip out of the bed. Simon sighed softly and muttered, “Ken,” but soon settled down again, hugging the pillow Hutch had just vacated, a dreamy smile on his face.
Entering the bathroom, Hutch quietly shut the door. He leaned heavily against it, fully aware of his nakedness as the cold paintwork chilled his back, sending goosebumps up his spine. He closed his eyes and sighed. What the hell did you do last night, Hutchinson? And what do you tell Starsky when he asks for all the details, which he will? “Well, you see, Starsky, I don’t remember much but I must have slept with a man.” Great! That will go down just fucking great, Hutchinson…
Groaning softly, Hutch pushed himself off the door and took a pee. As he stood in front of the mirror, he noticed a large passion mark on his neck. Suddenly flashbacks of the night came rushing back with force.
“Here you go, Kenny… you don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” Simon flirted with him.
“Well—” Hutch had started to reply but stopped when Simon sat incredibly close to him on the couch, invading his personal space. Feeling uncomfortable with his close proximity, Hutch had tried to move away but was stopped by Brenda sitting on the other side of him. Simon leaned in and his lips gently brushed Hutch’s. Even in his state of shock he noted Simon’s mouth was soft and warm, just slightly wet and definitely sexy. Hutch found himself unable to contain the soft moan that escaped him.
Simon ran his hands down the lean body until they reached Hutch’s cock, making him jump. Hutch gasped in surprise as one of those hands rhythmically squeezed and pulled at the organ, making it spring to life.
Simon took the opportunity when Hutch gasped to push his tongue into the willing mouth. Gentle at first, the kiss soon deepened as both moaned with pleasure. When they finally parted, both men were panting, needing more air in their deprived lungs.
Brenda took her turn at kissing Hutch and started to undo his shirt, pulling it away with no resistance and discarding it on the floor. Simon then took this as his cue to run his hands along the smooth, bare chest, almost purring his approval…
A light tap on the door brought Hutch abruptly out of his daydream, finding himself half erect again with the thought of that forbidden kiss. Confused by the new turn of events in his life, Hutch managed to answer. “W-wont b-be long.”
Trapped in his nightmare of feelings, Hutch never heard the door open.
“Are you okay, Ken?”
Startled, Hutch swung round to see Simon and Brenda standing in the doorway looking hungrily at him, eyes sparkling with mischief as they raked over his body.
“You passed out last night before we could have any fun,” Brenda said huskily. Smooth as silk, she moved to stand directly in front of Hutch, blocking his escape route. Feeling very exposed and vulnerable, he shifted nervously and managed to say, “I-I’m s-sorry, babe. A-another night m-maybe.”
Hutch felt as if the air was being sucked out of the room as Brenda leaned in and stole a warm kiss from him. Then, circling till she stood behind him, Brenda trailed her hands over every inch of skin she could reach. Hutch couldn’t help the shudder that raked through his body as she pressed up close, her bare breasts rubbing against his back as she reached her arms round to rub his nipples with the palm of her hands, making him groan as the tiny buds stood erect.
Simon joined them, ducking his head to start licking the exposed neck then sucking to the point of pain before running his tongue over the marked flesh. Hutch moaned softly as, unconsciously, he tipped his head back, giving Simon more access.
His body turned on beyond belief, Hutch’s mind was screaming at him to end this. Sucking in a deep shuddering breath and letting it out slowly, Hutch tried to speak to stop this madness. “S-Simon, t-this h-has to s-stop,” but a soft moan followed his protest and put a lie to his words as Simon took his cock in hand and gently squeezed, making stars appear in Hutch’s vision.
“Ken… You know you want this,” Simon whispered, his voice like rich honey. Hutch felt his skin warm as he blushed with shame at the truth of the words; he did want this.
Hutch found himself unable to reply, his voice failing at the same time as he grew unsteady on his feet.
He let them lead him back to bed and gently push him onto it. Simon followed him down, landing on top and covering him, and Brenda laid herself down beside them, running her hands over Hutch’s highly sensitized body.
Hutch was trembling, more turned on then he could ever remember, but at the same time at war in his mind. He had certainly been part of a threesome before but not like this; he had always been the only man involved.
Brenda started sucking at his nipples as Simon slid over to nestle up behind him, sandwiching him between the two. Brenda kissed and licked her way down Hutch’s body, leaving a hot trail where her mouth had been, while Simon caressed his back, working his way down to stroke the delicate skin on Hutch’s thighs.
As Brenda took his cock into her mouth, Simon’s hand travelled between Hutch’s legs and took hold of his balls, rolling them. The dual sensations sent Hutch on a sexual high he had never known before. His body began to shake uncontrollably as Brenda deep throated him. He heard a whimpering and realised it was coming from him.
“Oh g-god, you’re k-killing me,” he gasped out, finding it increasingly difficult to catch his breath. Brenda revised her actions, running her tongue along the slit and tracing the vein before swallowing him down again.
Hutch groaned from deep within and balled his fists tight so as not to ram his aching cock further down her throat.
A slick finger teased his vulnerable hole before pushing in and Hutch gasped in pain as it sank deeper. Brenda continued to suck him while bringing her hand up to pinch and roll his nipples, taking his mind away from the pain, turning what he was feeling into explosive pleasure.
He was nearing climax when Brenda let go of her prize and squeezed the crown hard, just enough to stop Hutch’s completion. He groaned his frustration and his body shuddered uncontrollably as Brenda sucked and nipped her way over his chest.
Simon slipped a second finger in, stroking a secret spot deep inside Hutch that he had never known existed; the new sensation almost blew his mind. Mumbling incoherent words, he pushed back onto the digits, needing more.
All too soon the fingers left him, but before he had time to protest the emptiness, they were replaced by a firm and steady pressure, different from before.
At first his body fought it as the pain shot up his spine and travelled down his legs, making his eyes water. Brenda took him back into her mouth and sucked while she played with his balls. The pain subsided, making Hutch sigh with relief while pleasure started taking over once again. Simon pressed forward relentlessly until fully in and Hutch could feel the man’s pubic hairs tickle his skin.
All movement ceased as the three of them enjoyed this unique moment. Then Simon started moving, slowly at first then faster and harder as he started a rhythm. Hutch pushed back to meet the thrusts then forward into Brenda’s generous mouth. Together they set a mind-blowing pace.
The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and loud sucking noises. Hutch groaned at the abuse his body was receiving even while strangely enjoying it. His cock grew harder, aching for release. His orgasm built, starting at his toes and rippling up through his body until he exploded into Brenda’s mouth. She drank every little drop before she let go of his sated cock, running her tongue over her lips like a contented cat.
Hutch lay there dazed as Simon continued to pound into his now relaxed body. Then all at once, Simon froze in place, his fingers digging painfully into Hutch’s hips as he spilled his seed before gently retreating.
Catching his breath, Simon said, “Wow! You were incredible… we’ll have to do this again. What d’you say, Brenda?” Running her nails lightly along Hutch’s sweaty body, Brenda sighed contentedly before replying. “Oh, yes. Most definitely.”
Tenderly she rested her head against Hutch’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Hutch wrapped his arms around her warm soft body as she snuggled in close. Strong male arms enfolded him in a possessive embrace from behind as Simon’s firm body pressed up against his back.
Hutch lay there relaxed and contented. He could feel Simon’s slack cock resting against his tender ass. His mind churned up so many questions. Like, why did he let a man fuck him - he wasn’t gay, was he? Why did it feel so hot and good? Would he be doing this again—and soon—if Simon asked him? Could his life be quite the same ever again?
Unable to come up with any answers, Hutch succumbed at last to a restless sleep.
The End