Hall Pass: Part 8 (Patreon)

Here's the next instalment - Wade's been to a party with his partner Bradley and his celebrity hall pass Luca, and now they're back any Luca's hotel room to continue the evening...

Sorry to keep you guys waiting with this one. I moved house so packing, unpacking, and doing all the associated life admin has really taken over my whole life for the last few weeks. Hopefully this chapter is worth the wait though!

Luca’s room was easily three times the size of ours. I hadn’t expected that, given that both our rooms were on the same floor. The bed was a king size, and there was a large lounge area with two enormous sofas and a couple of armchairs. This end of the floor had the view too, looking out over a sparkling sea of city lights and out towards the harbour. I’d thought our room was pretty luxurious but by comparison this was opulent.

We all sat down — Bradley and I across from each other — and Luca grabbed a bottle of champagne from the minibar. He sat down, unnecessarily close to Bradley given how much seating there was in the room, and gracefully poured the champagne into glasses. He handed us one each, holding his own out in the air till the two of us clinked ours against his. 

“Did you enjoy the party?” Luca asked, the question aimed squarely at Bradley.

“Yeah,” he said. “It was fun. It’s a totally different world from what we’re used to. Did you?”

Luca shrugged. “I had a good time with you. The party? I could take it or leave it, it was really just an excuse to ask you out again.”

Bradley blushed. I hadn’t seen him blush like that in a long, long time.

“I’m glad you did,” he replied. Once he said it he glanced sideways at me, guiltily, like he’d just realised the implications of what he’d said. I tried to give him my most encouraging smile even though I wasn’t sure what to think. Seeing them like this caused a confusingly complicated set of emotions to wrestle around inside of me. I think it hurt, knowing Bradley was happy to have been asked out a second time. But I wasn’t sure because what I felt in my gut felt more like excitement than hurt. 

Luca set his glass down on the coffee table. He leaned in to Bradley, not even a hint of the tentativeness that might come from not knowing how the move will be greeted, and kissed him. This long, slow kiss that seemed to be communicating more than words could. Communicating in a language that only the two of them know. 

Luca got up off the sofa, began unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the ground as he walked towards the bedroom. Bradley jumped off the sofa and followed him, not wasting a minute. Luca dropped his trousers next, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor.

I wasn’t sure what to do at this point. I didn’t know if I was invited to participate, or watch, or if this was my cue to leave them alone. Luca looked over at me and obviously noticed my hesitation, because he told me, “You can come. No filming though, alright?”

The request threw me a little, because filming him with Bradley hadn’t even crossed my mind at this point. I wondered what of me that made him feel like he needed to even bring it up, or if it was just the paranoia that comes with being famous.

Anyway I couldn’t dwell on it, because they were getting into it and I didn’t want to be left behind. So I quickly pulled myself out of my seat and followed them into the bedroom — or bed area, at least.

I stood on the threshold and watched as Luca, who was already stripped down to his underwear, pulled Bradley’s remaining clothes off. They made it harder than they needed to because they couldn’t stop kissing each other long enough to see what they were doing. The intensity was confronting; it was nothing like the gentle, loving but slightly mundane way Bradley and I fucked. It was the kind of sex people only seemed to have in movies. I guess the kind of sex you have when you’re fucking a movie star.

They were both rock hard now. And I could tell that Luca was seriously endowed. Bradley reached for his underwear, slipped a hand under the fabric and around his cock, and massaged it. With the other hand he pulled off Luca’s underwear and for the first time I got to see the dick that had made my partner so satisfied. It was just as big as they said, and I could confirm that there was definitely no body double used for those sex scenes on Conquestus.

Luca looked up at me at that point, standing awkwardly on the threshold of the bedroom, not sure where to put myself. He gestured at an chair in the corner, which was faced out at the view across the harbour. “Take a seat,” he said, politely, like I was a guest arrived for tea. If I’d been under any illusion that this was going to turn into a threesome, my position was now very clear. 

I went over to the chair. I turned it to face the bed, with some difficulty because it was a pretty solid armchair. I sat down and watched as in front of me Luca drew Bradley’s dick out of his boxers and started to play with his balls.

By this point I was getting hard too. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? I had my own live porn movie happening right in front of me, starring the man whose body I’d been lucky enough to fuck for the last ten years along with one of the hottest, hung stars in showbiz. Sure, it brought up a complicated set of emotions. It would for anyone. But at least I could enjoy the show.

I felt too embarrassed to get my own dick out though, that seemed a bit crass. So I just moved a little in my seat, enjoying the pressure of my cock-head straining against the fabric of my trousers that held it down.

Bradley and Luca lay down side by side, hands exploring each other’s bodies while tongues explored each other’s mouths. As Bradley’s hand inched its way towards Luca’s ass Luca swung a leg over Bradley’s body, and Bradley took the hint and took advantage of the easier access to Luca’s hole. I couldn’t see his fingers from where I was sitting, but I could tell by the angle of his arm and the way Luca started to writhe that Bradley’s digits were now exploring Luca’s hole and Luca was loving it.

In a sudden movement Bradley sat up, flipped Luca face down, and buried his face in his ass. Luca moaned while Bradley ate him out, a hand on each butt-cheek prising them open to get his tongue in deeper. I was stunned by how enthusiastic he was; I thought he didn’t even like eating ass. He hadn’t eaten mine in longer than I could remember. But here he was, not just politely going along with it because he was asked, but going for it as though he needed it. 

The whole time Luca was moaning uncontrollably. He only stopped when Bradley finally pulled his face out of his ass, ran his lips up the length of Luca’s back, and kissed his neck while his hard dick pressed against the wet crevice where his face had just been.

Luca lifted his body off the bed enough to turn around and look Bradley in the eyes. “You going to fuck me or what?” he said, playfully, like a challenge.

“Yeah I’m going to fuck you.”

Luca wriggled over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. He handed it to Bradley, who slathered it over his own cock and Luca’s hole. He set the bottle down, and positioned his dick against Luca’s hole, letting it gently graze back and forth against it.

At that point Bradley looked over at me for the first time since he’d followed Luca to bed. He had this look of determination on his face and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he was trying to communicate. Then I realised, as his dick — his bare dick — grazed back and forth across Luca’s ass. He was trying to show me that he wanted to fuck Luca raw, and he was waiting to see if I was going to object. 

But there was absolutely no chance I was going to stop him. I was so focused on the sight of his dick against Luca’s ass, and for reasons I didn’t understand I needed more than anything to see him put his dick inside Luca, to fuck him, to cum in him. So I gave him a nod, and that’s all he needed. He pushed, and his dick slid itself effortlessly, deeper and deeper until it was buried all the way.

I felt my dick leak precum. I wondered if Bradley’s was too, inside Luca, and that just made me leak more.

Bradley’s arms were wrapped around Luca’s body, his chest pressed against Luca’s back, as he fucked him slowly, purposefully, in front of me. The whole time Bradley was kissing Luca’s neck, his  shoulder, his jaw, biting gently on his earlobe and grunting whispered words into his ear while he pistoned his dick in and out. Luca moaned the entire time, sometimes into his pillow, sometimes crying out loud in pleasure. God, they looked good together. Two perfect bodies, made perfect for each other.

I wanted to jerk myself off so badly. And although I held off for a long time — much longer than I thought I could handle — eventually I caved. I reached into my trousers and felt how soaked in precum my underwear was. And I started jerking myself off, my dick lubed by precum. I’d like to say I went for ages, but I didn’t. I lasted two minutes maybe, I was so turned on by that point. I didn’t know where to cum so I just came in my pants, unnoticed by the two of them as they continued to fuck.

As my dick deflated I wondered how the hell I’d managed to let my dick take over my brain so completely. And why I enjoyed this so much. It wasn’t just the live porno. There was something else, something deeper, that I didn’t understand. And it worried me. Maybe what we were doing here in this room was deeply wrong.

That thought only lasted a few seconds though, because when I sensed Bradley’s breaths change he became the only focus of my attention. I knew that sound too well, and I knew that it meant he was close. And sure enough, the ragged breaths turned into a grunt as he slammed his dick in hard and held it there, and I could see his balls pulsing as they shot his seed into another man’s ass.

Bradley pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. “Fuck,” he sighed. He took a few seconds before he rolled over and locked lips with Luca again. The two of them lay quietly beside each other, making out.

Now that I’d cum too I was glad it was over. Except it wasn’t. As soon as Bradley had allowed himself a few minutes to recover they were at it again, except this time it was Luca’s turn. He lubed himself up, lay back on the bed, and let Bradley straddle him.

I’d fucked Bradley a few times, back when we were newly dating. But I hadn’t fucked him in years, which meant I hadn’t seen him take a dick in just as long. Looking at the size of Luca’s equipment I found it hard to believe Bradley could even take it given how little practice he’d had. But he proved me wrong: I watched him lower himself down, carefully, slowly, taking Luca’s dick inch by inch until it was completely buried inside of him. The size of it made him whimper, a sound unlike any I’d ever heard him make before. Luca lay back any patiently let Bradley guide the pace and the angle, a smile spread ear-to-ear across his face like he was watching the most beautiful sight in the world. And I guess he was.

I was surprised that I could go again too, but watching Bradley ride Luca’s cock was exciting in a way I wouldn’t have expected it to be. Bradley just wasn’t bottom material as far as I knew, so watching him like this gave me a whole new perspective on his sexuality. How vulnerable he looked, an inexperienced bottom riding a massively hung god. 

Before I knew it I was touching my dick again. 

I didn’t think Bradley would be able to take it for long but he continued to surprise me, riding dick until it seemed like they’d been going half the night. Gradually he picked up the pace, bounced up and down on Luca’s hips faster and harder. After a while Luca sat up so they were facing each other, Bradley in his lap, and their lips could meet. And once they did they barely let go for a second until finally Luca whispered, “God, I’m…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence. And with a gasp he grabbed Bradley even tighter, kissed him harder, as he came inside him.

Finally they were done, and after a little while longer kissing each other in the dim light they disentangled each other.

Luca got up to piss. As he came back he asked, “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

At that point Bradley obviously remembered his partner sitting silently in the corner, because he looked over at me. He looked guilty, and I wondered if the guilt was not about the sex but about the fact that he’d barely thought of me at all.

“No, we’d better get back to our own bed,” he said, getting up and searching for his clothes.

“No problem,” Luca replied. He sat down on the bed and looked over at me. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

I nodded. I’d had no idea I would enjoy it that much.

“Great,” he said with a friendly grin. “Lucky for me that I met a guy with a cuckold partner, right?”

I just stared back at him, unsure what to say. He thought I was a cuckold? For the first few seconds I felt defensive, outraged even, that he’d jump to that conclusion. Just because I let my partner sleep with his hall pass. Just because I’d sat there watching, jerking off, absolutely living for it. That’s when it hit me. How did he know before I did?