Free Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Winona Wilder Page A

few people.
    “You’re nervous,” said Cal , looking at him from the opposite side of the car. “Didn’t that thing help at all?”
    Evan insisted he keep a butt plug in all morning. He said it would help release a constant stream of hormones to calm his nerves. Before they left for the store, Evan lubed up the neon green plug and made him bend over the hall table. He forced the rubbed toy in his ass with a quick twist and it stayed in place with little effort. Damn, he loved the kinky side of Evan. They both did. If the toy worked, he wasn’t sure. He still felt nervous, but clenching around the plug made him anxious to get home. There would be plenty of time to get frisky before their guests arrived.
    “I don’t think anything could help today.”
    “Will you let me do something for you?”
    “What?”
    Cal walked to the front of the car where they were surrounded by other parked vehicles in every direction. “Sit on the hood.”
    Waylon rested his weight on the hood, stimulating his rubber filled asshole, and didn’t protest when Cal unzipped him. He watched with interest, but he also scanned the vast parking lot, some people walking too close for comfort. But that discomfort made the cock Cal pulled out of his jeans thick and hard. It felt oddly erotic seeing his own dick waving in the public outdoor area.
    Bracing a hand on each of Waylon’s thighs, Cal bent over and covered his mushroomed head with his hot, sweet mouth. There was a heightened sense of satisfaction being in the public place, the thrill tickling his balls as he gave in to Cal ’s ministrations.
    Cal continued to strengthen the suction on his dick. He felt his orgasm nearing, dancing just under the surface. When he clenched his ass around the toy, combined with Cal ’s suckling, he exploded. He gasped and dropped back to his elbows on the hood of the car with a hollow thud. Cal followed his movements, his mouth still wrapped around his cock. When he finally pulled off, he licked his lips and smiled. The late afternoon sun highlighted his dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. He’d do anything for Cal —or Evan—and this dinner proved that. If he lost his family because he loved these men, then so be it. They meant that much to him.
    “Kiss me,” said Cal as Waylon sat straight. He complied, eager to kiss his boyfriend’s sweet, swollen lips. “Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked between breaths.
    He could. There was a faint tartness in Cal ’s mouth from Waylon’s cum, but it didn’t bother him. He loved the fact that Cal wasn’t turned off by swallowing because Waylon thought it was hotter than hell.

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    “Hurry up,” ordered Waylon as he rushed to put the finishing touches on the table. Everything had to be perfect. The house was clean—dusted, swept, and mopped. All three of them had gone through the place like a tornado all weekend to get it ready. The table top was decorated with individual place settings in Evan’s best china and silverware. Cal picked up the centerpiece at a little shop downtown, which reflected the coming fall season with pinecones and rich colors. Would it be enough? Would it be enough for his family to accept this homosexuality?
    Evan carried out the closed casserole dish with two oven mitts to protect him from the hot surfaces. He carefully set it on the pot warmer and stood back to examine the feast. There were salads, both hot and cold, fresh rolls, vegetables and a pasta dish. The main course was Evan’s roast, which he doted over all morning in the kitchen, not even coming along to the grocery store with them. Waylon realized just how much time the threesome spent together. They were like three peas in a pod and never felt caged.
    “Looks great,” he said.
    “Where’s Cal ?”
    Evan peered down the hall. “He’s just as nervous as you. He hasn’t stopped looking in the mirror since you got home.”
    “He’s worried about his scars. I keep telling him them make him