Backbacking with the Boys – Part 9

Everyone in this story is 18+

Amsterdam

It was obvious to me that Brady wanted to fuck Cameron, even if he was playing it off like a joke. But who was I to judge? Just days earlier, I’d been balls-deep in Cameron myself, right after Paolo, and things had only gotten hotter each night since. As Cameron glanced over at me, I could see the question in his eyes, checking to see if I’d be part of this too.

My cock was already straining, eager for what was about to unfold. I gave him a subtle nod, my answer clear. Cameron’s lips curved into a smirk as he turned back to Brady, his movements slow and deliberate, closing the distance between them with a confidence that left no doubt—this night was only getting started.

Cameron moved in close to Brady, hands sliding up his chest before tugging at the hem of his shirt. Brady lifted his arms, letting Cameron pull it off.

Cameron’s hands explored Brady’s torso, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle and the faint dusting of hair across his chest that gave him a more rugged, mature look compared to the rest of us. Brady’s chest rose and fell as he breathed, a hint of a smirk on his face as he watched Cameron undress him.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d actually go for it,” Brady muttered, his voice low and rough. “Guess I underestimated you, Cam.”

Cameron chuckled, glancing up at him. “I think you like being surprised,” he replied, sliding his hand lower, undoing Brady’s jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Brady’s cock sprang free, thick and long, a natural fit with his athletic build and confidence. He was clearly as ready as I was, and there was something mesmerizing about seeing him exposed, his slightly more mature body on display—the dark trail of hair leading down his stomach and the defined muscles adding to the intensity of the moment.

Brady let out a low groan as Cameron wrapped a hand around him, starting to stroke him slowly, watching his reaction. “Damn, Cam… didn’t know you’d be this good with your hands,” Brady murmured, his voice laced with surprise and growing desire.

As I watched Cameron’s hand moving along Brady’s cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer, matching their rhythm as I stroked myself, letting out a quiet moan. Brady glanced over at me, his gaze heated, clearly turned on by the attention.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked with a grin, and I just nodded, breath catching as Cameron picked up the pace, his own smirk never faltering.

Cameron dropped to his knees, looking up at Brady with a confident, knowing smile before wrapping his hand around the base of Brady’s cock, guiding it toward his mouth. He started slow, his tongue tracing along the length, teasing, before taking him in deeper, lips sliding down in a smooth, practiced motion. Brady let out a deep, shuddering breath, one hand tangling in Cameron’s hair as he encouraged him to go further.

“Damn, Cam… didn’t know you’d be this good,” Brady murmured, his voice catching slightly, surprise mixed with growing pleasure. Cameron smirked in response, giving a low hum that sent a shiver through him as he continued, knowing just how to use his tongue and pace himself to keep Brady right on the edge.

Cameron went to work, giving Brady exactly what he wanted—wet, sloppy, and intense. His mouth moved expertly, rhythm deliberate and unhurried but so effective. Brady’s hand tightened in his hair as he exhaled, “Fuck… just like that,” his voice dropping to a low groan. Cameron met his gaze for a brief moment, that confidence shining through, showing just how comfortable he was with each movement, each reaction he drew out of Brady.

Watching the two of them, I felt my pulse race, my hand moving in time with Cameron’s expert rhythm, unable to look away as he worked Brady with that perfect blend of control and intensity. Brady’s head tilted back, another groan escaping him as Cameron took him in deeper. "You’ve been holding out on us, huh?” Brady teased, a hint of breathlessness in his voice as he glanced over, catching my eye.

As Cameron pulled back, his lips leaving Brady’s cock with a slick, satisfied smile, he looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes dark with intent. Without a word, he rose, moving across the room to a drawer by the bed, pulling out a small bottle. I felt my heart kick up a beat as he turned back, his gaze meeting mine and then flicking to Brady with an almost wicked glint. This was his invitation—clear as ever.

Brady’s gaze trailed Cameron, a mix of surprise and growing hunger in his eyes as he watched him return, bottle in hand. Cameron paused in front of Brady, handing him the lube, his body language confident, almost daring. Brady accepted it, a flicker of surprise and anticipation crossing his face, but he didn’t hesitate. He poured a bit into his hands, warming it between his palms before glancing down at Cameron with a look that told me he was all in.

Cameron turned, placing a hand on the bed to steady himself as he bent forward, presenting himself to Brady in a way that left no doubt about what he wanted. Brady’s breath hitched, and he looked over at me, eyebrows raised, as if to say, Is this really happening? But there was no hesitation in him as he took his place behind Cameron, positioning himself and pressing the head of his cock against him.

As he entered Cameron, Brady let out a deep, appreciative groan, his hands firm on Cameron’s hips as he began to move. There was a raw, heated rhythm to it, his focus completely on Cameron’s body, both of them locked in that intense, electric connection. But Cameron didn’t stop there; his eyes found mine, his hand reaching out, beckoning me closer.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. Moving forward, I positioned myself in front of Cameron, watching as he reached up, wrapping his hand around me, his lips parting in a familiar, hungry way that drove my pulse even higher. He took me in, tongue tracing over me in perfect time with Brady’s movements behind him, and I could feel the heat of both of them wrapped around me.

Brady’s breath was ragged, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Cameron going down on me, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, deeper. “Fuck, Cam…,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire. It was clear that he hadn’t expected things to go this far, but the look on his face said he was fully in it now, his gaze flicking between me and Cameron as he lost himself in the moment.

With each stroke, Brady’s intensity grew, his hands tightening on Cameron’s hips, his rhythm syncing with the way Cameron’s mouth moved on me. The three of us fell into that perfect, almost instinctive rhythm—bodies and desires aligned, the shared heat and pleasure filling every inch of the room.

Brady’s thrusts grew erratic, each movement harder and more desperate as he drove into Cameron, his hands gripping tightly around Cameron’s hips, fingers digging into his skin as he neared his peak. Cameron pushed back, encouraging him, breathless but confident, his voice low and husky as he glanced over his shoulder. “Come on, Brady… just let go. I want you to cum inside me.”

That was all Brady needed to hear. His control snapped, and he buried himself deep, his whole body shuddering as he let out a low, guttural moan, spilling himself inside Cameron. His hands trembled slightly as he rode out the waves of his climax, clearly lost in the intensity of it. There was something deeply satisfying in his expression as he withdrew, watching Cameron with a mix of awe and something close to reverence.

Brady caught his breath, grinning at me as he settled back. “Guess it’s your turn. Though you’re getting the sloppy seconds,” he teased with a lazy, satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

I met his gaze with a grin, enjoying the way he’d thrown out the challenge. The idea of following him, feeling his heat still inside Cameron, only added to the intensity. Moving up behind Cameron, I positioned myself, my hands sliding over his hips, feeling the slickness Brady had left behind. I didn’t hesitate, pushing into him, the warmth and ease from Brady’s release only making it feel better, more connected, as I moved in time with Cameron’s breathing.

“Damn,” I murmured, the feeling so much deeper and intense with Brady’s release still warm inside him, heightening everything as I thrust into him, each movement drawing out quiet, appreciative sounds from Cameron.

Brady watched us from the side, his gaze heavy-lidded as he leaned back, looking satisfied but entirely captivated by the scene unfolding in front of him. After a few minutes, though, his eyelids began to droop, his head tipping back a bit before he jolted upright, clearly not wanting to miss out.

Brady watched us from the side, his gaze heavy-lidded as he leaned back, looking satisfied but entirely captivated by the scene unfolding in front of him. But after a few minutes, his eyelids began to droop, his head tipping back a bit, then he jolted back up, clearly not wanting to miss out.

As I reached my own edge, I held onto Cameron, feeling the heat and tension build until I finally let go, filling him just as Brady had, a low groan escaping as the release overtook me. Cameron exhaled in satisfaction, his body melting under the combined intensity of it all.

When I finally pulled back, mine and Brady's combined juices spilling from Cameron’s still-gaping entrance, I took a deep breath, glancing over at Brady, expecting to see his usual cocky grin. But there he was, sprawled out on the bed, completely passed out, a faint smile lingering on his face.

Cameron and I exchanged a look, then both broke into laughter, the sound filling the room as we took in the sight of him. There was something strangely perfect about it—Brady, who always had the last word, left blissfully exhausted and out cold.

Then I thought about that time on the train when I’d sucked on Cameron’s finger, and how much I’d wanted it to be his dick. An idea sparked.