Sure. Finally get off.

You muse that your choices are to have the most disappointing threesome story, ever, or get off, however late. Still, wherever Leo is, he'll probably return. That would be definitely be worth it.

"Oh, alright..." you give in to the younger guy's morning horniness.

"Awesome," Jimmy mumbles against your neck. His fingers reach around and lightly tweak your nipple before grazing down over your stomach and lifting your thigh up and away from your body, exposing all of your normally hidden areas to the morning light streaming in through the bedroom windows. You feel the head of his cock quickly find and press up against your tight entrance, and you involuntarily tense in your still half-asleep state.

"You'll need some-" but you hear the click of a bottle opening over your shoulder, and you realize he had lube ready before you even woke up. A sentiment of gratitude flits across your mind that neither of you would fuck the other while ****.

"Way ahead of ya," he interrupts eagerly while he slicks up his dark pink erection quickly with a handful of lube before rubbing his wet fingers against your tight hole. Thankfully, he starts off gentle and gives you time to relax and open up to his insistent digits. As if because of a signal you weren't aware you sent, Jimmy slides two finger into your body. You hiss, and your whole body tenses, but Jimmy gets the point and pulls out, circles your opening with less pressure. "Sorry. Just kinda... eager. You ok?"

"Yeah, just go easy. That doesn't get used very often," you reply as you concentrate again on relaxing your lower body.

"That's a shame..." but Jimmy is more considerate with this attempt. A small groan escapes your lips as his fingers enter you a second time. "Ready?" he ask cheerfully as he flicks your inner flesh teasingly.

Your body can't help but buck back against him as you answer a breathy, "yeah..."

Jimmy quickly extracts his fingers, then you feel the round blunt head of his penis move against you, again. His fingers fumble for a moment as you feel him manually press the tip into your hole as he pushes forward. You tilt your hips back slightly to help, and soon something that feels longer and thicker than your mouth remembers forcing its way into your inner channel. Jimmy's hand find your own cock pointing out proudly, and it's still lubed enough to slick up your shaft. It feels damn good, and the pleasure from Jimmy's stroking your shaft helps ease his own into you.

"Fuck, yeah," he whispers heavily into your ear as his full length disappears inside you. You press your eyes tightly closed and groan again, louder, enjoying the sting of being filled so thoroughly. "I'm gonna go," Jimmy warns before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

You nod silently and squeeze your eyes tighter for the first few pumps. Your body quickly acclimates to the repeated intrusion. Jimmy doesn't have much for skill, but he has energy, and he establishes a rapid pace. You decide to give up all control and just let his cock inside you and his hand around your shaft work you however they like. You lay your head back against Jimmy's shoulder, enjoying the fast rocking of his body against your back. Luckily, your shift in position angles Jimmy's thrusting cock into your sweet spot, and you let out a long groan, as the first tinglings of an orgasm start to build.

Jimmy takes your groan as encouragement to thrust even faster, jackrabbiting in and out of you at a dizzying pace. "Y'like that, huh? Y'like my cock?" His voice almost ruins it for you, so you turn your head, straining to stop his blathering with a kiss. The boy grins down at you, sweat glistening on his forehead. He lowers his head for a kiss, and it's still a bit sloppy, even now that he's probably fully sober. His tongue almost mirrors his cock, dashing in and out, dancing with your tongue wildly.

You let your orgasm sneak up on you, which isn't really a problem, but Jimmy breaks the kiss, first. "Are you close? I'm gonna-", you nod and lay your head back again, looking away from his strained face down to his hand working your shaft furiously.

And you see that Leo is watching.

The cold chill of awkward discovery mixes with your impending orgasm into a confusing mix of sensations. Leo is in his boxers, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom casually. He's holding a coffee mug and watching you with an expression of clinical disdain. There's no obvious disapproval in his demeanor, but you're flooded with a sense of shame as he watches Jimmy thrusting frenetically between your widespread legs. Just as your orgasm is about to erupt, Leo takes a sip of his coffee, and you imagine yourself as a pornstar on his laptop that he's watching with titilated detachment.

Then it happens. The fire burns up from where Jimmy is pounding your insides and flows out through your erection that he's stroking roughly. You let out something between a groan and a whine and feel the boy's hips slamming into your ass erratically. Your eyes lock with Leo's as Jimmy jerks your cum out onto the bed, and you exhale loudly with a groan mixed in. Leo just takes another sip of coffee as your cum spurts then lessens to a trickle and pools on his sheets.

Jimmy takes a look over you to take a proud look at what he just made you do, but he spots Leo. "H-hey! Come get s-some?" his voice shutters with his last frantic thrusts into your spent hole, and a moment later, you feel him emptying himself into your ass with a slow shudder.

"Naw, Ah'm good... I made coffee," That stings. Leo starts dressing without ceremony. Even in your afterglow, you think it's a shame that he's covering up his body. Jimmy pulls his cock out of you and slaps your ass with a loud smack. The noise draws Leo's gaze as he pulls on one of his nerdy vneck sweaters. You quickly close your legs and yank a blanket over yourself, even as you feel Jimmy's cum oozing along your thigh. As if modesty is even a thing at this point.

"So... Ah'll be doin' laundry after Mother's Day Mass. Great. Ah gotta get goin'. You two dirty girls wipe up, and Ah'll drop you off on my way, unless you wanna go to Confession," he smirks slightly and exits his bedroom.

Without even a post-coitus smooch, Jimmy springs off the bed, his half-hard penis bobbing as he scampers to the bathroom unceremoniously. You sit up, sigh, and find your clothes. You're feeling tired, used, and rather disappointed that your chances at anything more with Leo are probably lower than they've ever been. Plus, you forgot Mother's Day.

Brunch is going to be full of questions. None of which do you feel like answering. Oh, well. At least you got off. Jimmy will probably be amenable to a repeat performance, though probably with fewer participating, another time you're down. You win some, you lose some you think as you wipe off your ass and thighs, highly anticipating getting drunk on mimosas soon.

END :-/