A Star Is Boring

This is a short story that will be featured in my next anthology...

The tattoo just below his hip bone was of a star. It was just a plain five-point star, the size of some kid's sheriff's badge toy. It was the traditional tattoo green, cheap and probably the only thing he could afford when he was old enough to get ink. I focused on it while sucking his long slender cock, envisioning a star atop a manger in some nativity pageant play. His cock was thick at the base with a small pointy mushroom head. There was lots of lose skin as if he was uncut, but he wasn't. It was the long black hair encircling his mid-section that was uncut instead.

I don't remember his name. I think it was Chris. He looked like a Chris. Or a David perhaps. He was tall and lanky, with a long torso. His soft skin was covered in downy black hair which he would eventually trim to avoid looking like a bear. His pecs were there but lacked definition. Some trips to a gym would add easy form for him. The hair atop his head was black and gelled and spiky, a sure sign he was clinging to still being a boy, not yet a man. In his pic online, he was a blond. Chris was 22.

I caressed the back of his head and pushed my cock into his face. His blow job lacked skill, but it still felt nice to have my dick inside a mouth. My boyfriend serviced Chris's long slender pole. I watched, while thinking Chris's hair sure felt soft. Bored with his blowing, I traded spots with the boyfriend to let Chris feel what a blow job should feel like.

It was all quite mechanical, as threesomes can be sometimes. No kissing. Chris got up on his knees. The boyfriend leaned forward to service him some more. I played with one of Chris's nipples, bored. He fumbled with my cock, unsure what to do, new at all this. The boyfriend asked him if he was comfortable and okay with this. Chris said he was.

He lay on his back with the boyfriend beside him. We discussed how long ago it had been since we'd been with someone else before we'd been tested. I asked him again if he was okay with this. He told me to go ahead. I lubed my cock. He lubed his ass. I knelt between his legs and found the insertion to be quite easy. There was no tightness to his hole. Like Chris, his ass was boring. He had been fucked many times before, and maybe even recently. I had been drinking prior to his arrival, so I was no where near climax. I got out of the way to let the boyfriend have a turn. He's bigger than me, so I was anxious to see Chris's expression. The boyfriend's cock barely made a dent. Chris lay there like a dead fish, barely squirming. The boyfriend came inside him in less than five minutes.

Chris said I could have another go and come too. I pushed myself back inside him and picked up speed, slapping my balls against his ass. Chris finally began to react to the fucking. I pounded him harder. Beads of sweat fell across my brow as I came deep inside him. I finished with a few hard thrusts and Chris came too. Towels were handed out. Stomachs wiped clean. The bleachy aroma of ejaculate filled my nostrils. Chris went to the bathroom to clean up. The boyfriend and I dressed and lay there, recovering from our minor exhaustion, waiting for him to return.

Chris quickly dressed. I asked about his hair color being different in his pic. He said his Mom made him dye it back darker for the holidays. To make conversation, I commented on how I had liked to dye my hair years ago during my club going days and even had a perm. I must have sounded stupid, quite the reminder of how young he was. Or how old I was. I should have asked him about the star instead.
Chris quickly dismissed himself and said good-bye in typical trick fashion, a scared 22 year old who had just had his first threesome. The boyfriend and I shrugged and went to bed.