Goldilocks and his Three Bears
By: A. M. Riley | Other books by A. M. Riley
Published By: Loose Id LLC
Published: Jul 05, 2011
ISBN # 9781611185133
Published By: Loose Id LLC
Published: Jul 05, 2011
ISBN # 9781611185133
Word Count: 28,899
Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.mobi), Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)
DescriptionGenre: BDSM LGBT Menage/Polyamory
Brian, a young transplant to Los Angeles, frequents the leather bars where he meets Paul, a big, tattooed, Harley riding leather daddy who introduces Brian to the ways of a sub. Brian is instantly smitten, but then Paul travels out of town on business leaving Brian in the dark about the status of their relationship. Enter Jim, a big nurturing “Momma Bear” who helps Brian deal with his loneliness. Coincidentally, it turns out, Jim is also one of Paul’s roommates and then Jim goes out of town as well, leaving Brian with a key and a request to water Jim’s plants in his absence.
Brian is doing just that when the third roommate, Scott, appears, an overly friendly little baby bear who snuggles up to Brian immediately. Soon Brian and Scott are sharing a ‘friends with bennies’ type relationship.
It all comes to a head when Paul and Jim return home and surprise Scott and Brian in bed together. Now Brian has to make some hard choices.
Can Brian find a place in this unusual household? One that’s just right?
Publisher's Note: This book is a re-edited, revised version previously released by another publisher and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements, male/male sexual practices, menage/polyamory (m/m/m/m).
Reader Rating: (7 Ratings)
Excerpt:Oh my God, he was so dead.
Brian gauged the distance from the bed to the door. And then the distance from the door to the window. Both were too far for him to reach in time. He pulled the coverlet up to his nose instead. “Hi, fellas,” he said.
“Well what do you know?” Six feet three of pure muscle towered over the bed; Paul folded thick tattoo-laden arms across his chest.
Jim came around the other side, pulling in a meditative way at his beard. It was hard to tell, most of the time, if Jim was smiling or frowning under that thick curly mass, but Brian was pretty sure that this time Jim was not smiling.
“Hmmm?” Brian sat up, clutching the coverlet to him and looked down at the man lying in bed beside him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. Because that? Was some midnight snack.
“Grrr,” Scott growled into the pillow and turned sleepily toward Brian. Those stubby gold lashes barely lifted above honey-colored eyes. “What’s goin’ on, babe? Who turned on the lights?” His eyebrows lifted as he caught sight of their company. “Hey?” he said.
Paul and Jim exchanged looks across the California king-size bed.
And then they both looked down at Brian again.
Oh yeah. He was dead. And in that moment, Brian’s short life flashed before his eyes.
Well, okay, not his entire life. Because that would have been überboring, and Brian was lying in bed with a naked hunk beside him while two more leather daddies glared down at him, and he really didn’t have time to review the second grade or his sweet sixteen party.
Actually, his first thought was how did I get into this mess? And then, of course, he remembered. Daddy. It had all begun with Daddy and the Faultline bar.
* * *
Funky, unpretentious and oh-so-affordable, the Faultline was inarguably the best leather bar in the Silver Lake area. Brian visited regularly. He had a fascination with the big leather-clad men and had found that they liked his slim, youthful body and curly blond hair. It was a good place for cheap beer and harmless flirtation.
Truth was, since Brian had landed in LA, he’d been a little lost, a little blown away. When they had said Big City back home, they had somehow managed to not mention how big. Or how much like a little speck a guy could feel there.
Somehow, at the Faultline, surrounded by that forest of manly men, he did feel a tad safer.
He was enjoying the Faultline’s traditional Tuesday night happy hour when a hand appeared on the bar a couple of customers down.
The hand was like one that might have been seen on the Roman god Vulcan: calloused, muscled and thick across the middle. It slid money across the bar and received a longneck in return. Brian’s eyes fixated on that hand, then traveled past a three-inch-wide studded wristband to follow a complicated nest of snakes twining and winding their way up a muscular arm, over shoulders as thick and succulent as a roast ham, to an inked neck.
Trying to get a closer look, Brian squeezed his way past two guys who reeked of new leather, looked up, and saw a tattoo ad spray painted over a bodybuilding commercial.
Six feet three at least. Bald as an egg and inked on practically every inch of exposed skin. His Roman god stood out from the crowd, even in a room full of big burly men.
The man took a long drag on the bottle of beer, and thick throat muscles worked. There was a black adder tat that started at the back of his shaved head and circled his thick neck until it ended close below his earlobe, venom-dripping fangs gaping wide.
The man twisted his torso away from the bar, and Brian saw the tat that undulated over the man’s six-pack. D.A.D.D.Y. it proclaimed in letters four inches high.
Brian’s fingers itched to trace it.
And then that vision from Olympus looked down and noticed Brian’s measly self.
“Hi there,” he said, in one of those voices that carries across a room full of noise. And he simply reached out and fondled Brian’s head, his big fingers gentle in the curls. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.”
Brian melted. Something came out of his mouth. It sounded suspiciously like tee hee, and his head pressed up into the caress, like a puppy.
And that was it, really. Well, of course there was a beer or two shared. The requisite flirtations. The man—Paul—reached down finally and grabbed Brian’s ass like it was a basketball and he was Kobe-fucking-Bryant.
“You wanna get out of here?” he said, ice blue eyes hot. Like, dry-ice hot. Smoke came out of them.
“Tee hee,” said Brian’s mouth.
Paul led him out of the club and climbed astride a huge, rumbling monster of a Harley. He helped Brian to step up into the seat behind him and helped him get comfortable, wrapping Brian’s arms around his chest and fitting that fine, hard ass right up against Brian’s crotch.
“Hold on!” he roared over the engine’s thunder.
Like Brian would let go for anything.
Paul had a sweet bungalow only two blocks up from Melrose.
“Wow, this place is huge.” Brian’s voice echoed across the hardwood floors.
Paul handed him a cold beer. “I have roommates. Couldn’t afford it without them.”
Brian looked around expectantly.
“They aren’t here.” Paul took a long drag on his beer. Brian tipped his head back in awe and watched those throat muscles work. “We all have overlapping schedules. I travel with the bike sales. Jim, well, he’s a free spirit, I guess. And Scott’s a truck driver, so he’s on the road a lot.”
He crossed the room in, like, one step and looked down into Brian’s eyes. “So we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
Paul led Brian into a bedroom with a gigantic futon bed. Brian stripped while Paul peeled off those leather pants. Then he turned, hands on hips, long cock pointing straight at Brian, whose mouth popped open just like that.
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Christ, there were more tats below Paul’s waistline than there were above. Brian’s feet just went over there. Brian’s knees just landed on the floor at Paul’s feet. Brian’s tongue just started tracing every bit of ink like it was reading braille. And finally his lips just encircled Paul’s cock and sucked it.
A moan came from both their throats. Paul palmed Brian’s head, supporting without forcing. Brian’s mouth was as happy as it had been in a long time. Paul’s cock was silky smooth and warm, leaking already. Brian drew off regretfully and looked up into those smoky blue eyes.
“You have a condom?”
“Sure, hon,” said Paul. And he urged Brian to stand. Fingers traveling nimbly over his snap and zipper, stripping Brian and pushing him gently toward the bed. “But I didn’t bring you all the way up here only to suck me off.”
“No?” Brian could spread-eagle across the entire bed and still not touch the edges. And he was doing exactly that. Paul gently pulling his arms and legs wide, big palms running over every ripple and curve of his body like a craftsman might stroke a piece of walnut.
A gentle tug and squeeze, and Brian whimpered a bit as that big hand worked his cock. “Oh, yeah. This is sweet,” hissed Paul. “Hey, hon, you mind if I dress you up a bit?”
Brian blinked dazedly. “What?”
Paul was rifling in a drawer and tossing things on the bed. Lube, condoms, a cock ring.
“Oh,” said Brian. “Yeah, okay.”
The cock ring was leather, and Paul warmed it a bit with his breath before he fitted it over Brian, pulling a big ring on it down and cinching it around Brian’s balls. Brian shivered all over and groaned and clutched at Paul.
“Fuck,” he said. “Oh shit…”
“Yeah. Nice. You look so pretty like that, hon.”
Paul’s thumb gently rubbed at Brian’s cockhead, the precome slippery and slick there, the pressure just enough to make Brian breathe faster. Then Paul poured a little liquid from the bottle and massaged it into Brian’s shaft. It was the warming kind, and Brian was goo in an instant—hard as granite, begging, pleading goo.
“Turn over,” whispered Paul, and he rolled Brian over on the bed like he was dough, both big hands opening his cheeks, and thumbs plunging more of the warming lube into Brian’s hole.
Brian gasped and pushed his ass into the sensation. There were a lot of things going on behind him now. The heat of Paul’s thighs against the backs of his legs, those hands turning his ass into a giant ball of need, thick thumbs plunging, stretching his hole.
“Do it,” he begged. “God, fuck me, Daddy. Stick that big fat cock in me, now, damn it.”
© A.M. Riley, July 2011
All Rights Reserved
Reader Reviews (2)
Submitted By: fergie on Jan 3, 2014Love the story and all the men in it!
Submitted By: caparks on Jan 1, 2013I thoroughly enjoyed this retelling of the Goldilocks story and have read it multiple times. I will probably read it again soon.