A long, stable and loving relationship changes...

[Zeke17043]

Hoping to read more of this.  Excellent writing!

[Philatanus]

Where is our hot writer?  Do not allow us to linger in anticipation! 

[melancholic]

Part 4

“Hey,” John said, voice a whisper lost in the bass. He tried again, “David, babe, let’s get you back, okay?” David mumbled, first inaudible. “I wanted to make you happy tonight”, David eventually was able to slur. “You feel so good in me”. As John turned around he saw a new man fucking his boy. A different man, older and lean with a gaunt face and a predator’s grin, was already pumping into David with a weird, mechanical rhythm. John hadn’t even noticed him circle in, but there he was, hands braced on either side of David’s waist. His cock speared between David’s cheeks, buried to the thatch of his wiry pubes. John stared, slack-jawed, at the breach. At how easily David took the second cock, at how there was no flicker of resistance. John’s body shrank, cold and small in its shell of flesh, but his cock refused to go down. He should have been angry, protective. Should have shoved the man off and barked at the others to give them space. But he just hovered, watching the new man’s balls slap up against the back of David’s thighs. The sound was hypnotic. “Am l making you happy? You feel happy, as l feel you in me” David mumbled to John. He looked at David. He was waking up, but slowly. Eyes still closed. John worked his hand around David’s face, stroked the side of his head. 
John didn’t know what he should do. “You’re doing so good, babe,” he heard himself murmur, the words pulled from somewhere far away. The skinny man’s thrusts weren’t fast but they never hesitated, never lost the perfect rhythm.  There was a look on his face, hungry maybe, or just empty. John felt himself get even harder. He hated himself for it. The man increased his pace and didn’t seem to care that John was there, not even as an audience. It was as if he were a lamp, useful only for casting more light on what was going on. John watched the man’s face, how each thrust carved hollows in the man’s cheeks, how his eyes locked not on David’s face but on the raw junction of their bodies. The man wanted only the hole, not the person, and that somehow made it worse and better at the same time.
John reached for David’s hand, squeezed it, trying to keep him tethered. The man increased his breathing until he sounded as loud as the first man, slapping forward with a violence that shamed John all the way to his bones. The fucking stopped. Cock still deep in David. Then slowly pulled out and it looked like he was pulling something out of a wound, something that would never close, and the hole just gaped, pulsing lightly as David shuddered. Still not knowing what was happening to him. The hole was wet with cum. John saw his chance to get the finish he needed. But could he, in front of these men? He got up and behind David. It was like some monster inside him. Every thrust David had taken had built a hungry. He knelt, hands trembling, and pressed the thick head of his cock into the mess that was now David’s hole. The heat, the shock of easy entry, nearly made him black out. He gripped David’s hips hard enough to bruise. One thrust, and the world fell away.
He’d imagined being a monster so many times, if he was honest with himself. Imagined what it would take to break through the cautious, loving front and get to the animal underneath. His cock sank all the way in on the first stroke, and the movement forced out a low groan from David. “Mmm you feel so good” John wispered to David.
He said it because he needed to believe it. That there was an interaction, that this wasn’t something being done to David. That he wanted it too. His hands ran over David’s spine, feeling the tremors as he pushed in slow but deep, every movement mixing with the filth of the men before. The sounds from the watching men, sometimes a whispered comment, sometimes just the low, rhythmic slap of hand on cock, blended into the static in John’s head. He was doing this. He was fucking his boyfriend, full of other men’s cum, and David was taking it with a soft sound, helpless and perfect.
His own body betrayed him: it felt so, so good. The heat, the looseness, the frictionless ease of it. He gripped David and went faster. David was move more, increasing control of his body. “What are you doing” David said, looking around. “Stop” 
The air tightened between them, the silence too thick to break with just his own breath. “Sorry. I thought you wanted this.” The words came out dry, chemical, not anything close to an apology or an explanation. David squirmed under his grip; not like before, not wanting more but wanting out. His legs kicked, his voice growing louder. “Stop. John. What the fuck. STOP.”
Thoughts went through Johns head. David didn’t want this. Didn’t want him. He was still deep in him. Fuck, he thought to himself. What have l done. But also going through his mind was the fact that David had taken three cocks, but only refused one. His. He felt shame. Shame for what he had done, and shame for being rejected in front of these men. He felt them judging him. He was overwelmed with emotions. His head a mess. But he needed to finish. It was like he had no choise.
He grabbed David’s hips and went hard, punishing them both. Fucking him in front of everyone, his balls slapping loud enough to echo against the wall. The voyuers didn’t matter, the looks on their faces didn’t matter. Only the wet, ruined hole. Each time he bottomed out, the heat of it made John’s head pulse. He only needed a few pumps before filling David with his cum. He squeezed David's hips with shaking hands, pulled in, ground out a sharp, almost sobbing breath. Heat flashed up his spine. He pressed his forehead to David’s back and let go. The relief was like a full-body collapse; the rush and then the hollowness after. He stayed inside him, softening, half waiting for judgment, half begging for forgiveness.
He didn’t remember pulling out, only that his thighs prickled with sweat and that his cock looked raw and angry. John reached for a towel someone tossed, wiped himself off. He wrapped David in it, cradling him like a lifeline, ignoring the mess and the fading eyes of the men in the room. David was silent now. He seemed confused more than anything.

[Philatanus]

YES!  An update!  And as usual, it did not disappoint!  Thanks!