Gigi Sinclair

Malcolm never ceased to be amazed at the amount of semen that came out of four healthy, very reasonably-sized human penises. And it was something he had a lot of experience with.

As usual, Jonathan came first, spraying Malcolm's stomach and chest. He collapsed in Malcolm's arms, Malcolm stroking his hair and kissing his forehead as he felt Trip convulse behind him, shooting wave after wave into Malcolm's body. Trip's orgasm triggered Travis's, and the ensign kept Malcolm in his mouth as he soaked Malcolm's legs and a good portion of the crowded bed.

Once he was sure his lovers were satisfied, Malcolm released his own control, letting his orgasm wash over him, knowing that he was safe. As he floated slowly back to reality, he was aware of the sleepy, sated voices of the men around him. "My God, Malcolm, you make me feel like I'm eighteen years old."

"You sure are somethin' else, darlin'."

"That was so cool, Mal! You rock!"

Malcolm shifted on the bed, sliding in between Jonathan and Trip and extending an arm to caress Travis's broad chest.

This was his favourite part. He loved the physical stuff, of course. Who wouldn't enjoy satisfying, sometimes acrobatic, sex with three gorgeous men? But this was as good as, and sometimes better than, that. As much as he enjoyed being overwhelmed by their bodies, Malcolm preferred being overwhelmed by their love.

"Cap'n, is that your elbow in my ass or are you already up for another round?"

"Sorry, Trip, but Travis is hogging this side of the bed."

"Hey! I've got most of the wet spot, and no pillow!"

Malcolm smiled as his lovers shifted position and finally settled in around him.

And he wondered why he had ever been afraid of drowning.