Rough Trade by edited by Todd Gregory

onto Joe’s waiting asshole. “You’ve got a hot ass,” he purred, sliding three fingers into Joe’s butt, shoving them in deep.
    Joe’s body melted against the sofa cushions. He closed his eyes and moaned something unintelligible through trembling lips. David was on the sofa now, squatting beside Joe, working the peach-colored dildo into his own hot ass. He groaned right along with Joe, sucking in his breath and clenching his teeth as he filled his butt with the fake dick. David’s very real cock bobbed its oozing head, dribbling pre-cum all over the sofa.
    Joe opened his eyes enough to see their hustler perched beside him, fucking his own ass with a dildo. He also saw David’s huge dick, a thin, sticky strand of pre-cum suspended from the piss slit. He smiled broadly, running his tongue over his top lip. He reached out, swatting a finger through the thread of pre-cum and curling it around his finger. Joe stuck that finger in his mouth and sucked noisily. That got a smile out of David.
    To his lover, Joe hissed: “Fuck me.”
    “Got rubbers in the bag,” David offered, pointing to the gym bag on the floor.
    With his fingers still stuffed into Joe’s ass, Greg reached for the escort’s bag, reaching inside and feeling around for condoms (feeling some other things in the process—a cat o’ nine tails, handcuffs). He pulled out a square, plastic packet. He got the rubber on so quickly that it reminded Joe of the porno movies they watched where condoms magically appeared on cocks.
    Greg squeezed some lubricant onto his cock, stroking it to make sure it was well coated. He gripped the base of the shaft, feeling his dick pulse inside its latex sheath. Teasingly, he batted the cockhead against Joe’s asshole. He leaned forward, his cock pressing into the groove between Joe’s legs, against his twitching hole. “Like that?” Greg asked, grinding his dick against Joe’s slick butthole. “Feel good?”
    David remained beside Joe, watching as the two lovers played out a little game that had probably been played out hundreds of times before. Only this time he was there to see it. Only this time they had David there, jacking off over Joe’s face and shoving a dildo into his own ass.
    “Like that?” Greg asked again, his voice a playful singsong.
    Joe gasped and grunted. “Oh, yeah.” His chest was heaving. He raised his body, reaching for Greg, his forehead hitting the sticky shaft of David’s prick in the process. “Oooooh,” he moaned, falling back against the cushions.
    Greg asked: “What do you want?”
    Joe closed his eyes. “Fuh…”
    “What’s that?”
    “Fuck me!” Joe blurted. “I want to feel your dick up my ass.”
    Now that he’d heard Joe ask for it, Greg positioned himself so the head of his dick was pressed against Joe’s ass lips. He moved forward, his cock stretching those lips open, easing past them into Joe’s ass. David wasn’t sure which was hotter: watching Greg’s cock slowly get swallowed up by Joe’s asshole, or watching Joe’s face, contorted in an expression that seemed to say he wasn’t sure if he could take it, but he wanted to take more all the same.
    Once Greg was all the way in, he paused. Joe let out a relaxed sigh. Greg leaned over him, so his face was directly over Joe’s. David’s cock was there, too. All Greg would have to do was move his head a little to the left and he could suck on David’s cock while he fucked his lover. But he didn’t. Instead, while looking directly into his lover’s face—at his clenched teeth, flared nostrils, lust-filled eyes—he began to fuck him. Slow, rhythmic pumping at first. Then faster, thrusting into Joe’s ass hard and fast.
    Joe responded with equal intensity, his hips rising to meet Greg’s thrusts. His short grunts grew louder, becoming snarls and growls and breathless pleas to “FUCK MY ASS!” Greg pounded his ass even harder. Joe dragged his fingernails down his lover’s back. Greg dug his fingers into