Seduction II/ Lessons Learned
By: Mithriltoering  (Snrn228@aol.com)
Rated: NC 17
Summary: Frodo needs some more instruction on the matters of the heart, 
and well, you know…follows chronology of Bad Decisions- Seduction-
Seduction II Lessons Learned
Pairings:  F/S, F/M/P three is not a crowd, its just good fun.
Warnings: Group, otherwise straightforward…


Frodo awoke suddenly, he felt like that was all he ever did anymore.  He 
slept fitfully then he awoke in a haze.  The lines between his dreams and 
fantasies and his reality were becoming blurred.  He almost expected to 
find Sam in his bed with him.  His dream last night had been so real.  He 
fancied he could smell the outdoorsy smell of Sam mingled with his own.  
He was not surprised however to find his sheets a mess and his coverlet 
thrown to the floor.

He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair as he rose.  He stripped the 
bed and piled the linen and his clothing together.  He wrapped in his 
dressing gown and made his way to the privy.  Warm water was ready in 
the copper as it always was, Sam always knew; when he wanted a hot 
bath.  He filled the tub and cautiously climbed in, sighing as he sank into 
the hot water.

His dreams and his interaction with Rosie had left him feeling strangely 
drained. And then the wanton dream he had about Sam, later through the 
night.  Frodo thought of what Rosie had told him; his mind wandered as 
he washed, Sam wanted him…he had but to ask, somehow he knew it was 
true.  He paused as he grazed across his chest, his fingers meeting with a 
particularly raw spot next to is nipple.  He looked closer and it appeared to 
be a bite, he could see teeth marks. His mind froze, he gripped the side of 
the tub, and he felt the hot flush rush through his body to his groin.  

It was real?  Sam had come to him in his dream…Frodo sighed 
remembering more clearly each passing moment.  Sam sucking his lip, 
kissing him deeply…touching him…he groaned remembering his 
beloved’s hands on him.  He sank into the hot water feeling Sam’s deft 
fingers all over his body again. He only wished that Sam had been beside 
him when he had awaked.  He washed hurriedly; he could already hear the 
clang of pans in the kitchen and smell breakfast.  

He entered the kitchen as usual.  He took his seat next to the hearth. 

“Good morning Frodo.” Rosie slyly winked at him.

He felt the heat rush to his face as the blush rose to his cheeks.

“Oye! Good morning master, come sit you must be starving.”

 Sam was his usual self and Frodo responded in kind. “Morning Sam, 
Rosie…” he nodded as he took his seat.  Frodo waited for some sort of 
confirmation, what he expected he wasn’t exactly sure.  But things were 
just too normal for so much to have changed.  He blushed thinking about it 
and then glanced up to see if anyone noticed, no one seemed too; Rosie 
and Sam were involved in a quite conversation, as they began to clear the 
table.  Frodo ate in silence, but inside he was singing, his mind a buzz of 
memories and possibilities.

After second breakfast, Frodo noticed it, the bags by the door; he 
recognized Sam’s pack and Rosie’s things. “Sam, where are you off to?” 
he finally asked, he felt his heart drop.  

“You remember, I told you we are off to Rosie’s relatives for a visit in the 
North farthing.  It’s but a few days is all, but there; I thought you 
remembered.”

“No, Sam I don’t recall you telling me that, but I have been rather 
distracted of late.”
Frodo must have paled visibly, for Sam reached for him to support him as 
he spoke.

“There now Mr. Frodo, We’ll be back in no time at all”

“No time at all”, Frodo repeated sadly. “Sam, I wasn’t dreaming last night, 
was I?”

“Dreaming? Begging your pardon, master; but I’ve never had a dream that 
good in all my days.”

Frodo sighed in relief; he was beginning to wonder if he had lost his mind.  
Sam and Rosie were acting so “normal”.  Sam was so unchanged; inside, 
he knew he would never be the same again.  He could no longer look at 
Sam without remembering what he was capable of doing to him. The truth 
was that Sam was really the master; he had complete control over Frodo’s 
body, he shuddered at the thought, “When are you going?” he said aloud.

“After luncheon sir, unless there is something to be done here that I’ve 
overlooked.”  Sam grinned at him, and Frodo trembled under his gaze.  
Sam stepped closer to him and pulled him into a tight embrace.  He softly 
whispered in his ear,  “I will soon be home to you Frodo, luv.  Rosie and 
me have some things to sort through, about all of this.  Frodo suppressed a 
moan as Sam’s soft breath gently caressed the sensitive parts of his ear. He 
bit his lip, trying to maintain control.  Sam kissed him, gently on the 
forehead, and then once softly on his pouting mouth, it was soft and 
loving, a reassurance; it was not nearly enough.  “He called me ‘luv’.”  He 
closed his eyes against threatened tears of joy.

~*~*~*~

Luncheon passed all too quickly, and the couple was on their way; Frodo 
was left to “rattle” around Bag End alone.  He settled into his study and 
began writing, hours went by, and he did not note the passage of time.  His 
mind was clear and he had not had so productive a day in a long while.  
Suddenly he noted the deepening shades of darkness and the chilling of 
the air as the sun ducked down behind the hill. He was stunned at how 
quickly the day had passed.  His thoughts strayed to Sam, He would be 
furious if he knew Frodo had skipped afternoon tea and now dinner.

Frodo rose and stretched, how long had he sat bent over his desk. Hours 
had gone by, he made his way to the pantry to find something for supper.  
His browsing was interrupted, by an unexpected knocking at his door and 
he jumped in surprise.  He was not expecting anyone, and few visited him 
unannounced.  He shrugged as he made his way to the door feeling 
slightly annoyed; all the while hoping the visitor would be on their way 
and leave him alone.

“Frodo! I know your in there, the light is on in the study, now come and 
let us in.”

His heart leaped, Pippin’s lilting voice carried both mischief and 
excitement.  He opened the door to find his two cousins on the doorstep 
grinning ear to ear.  Their arms were laden with enough food to feed a 
small army.  “What a surprise, what are you two doing here so soon, it’s 
been but two days since I left you.” Frodo crossed his arms suspiciously 
and grinned despite himself.

“We came to cook you supper,” Pip said unconvincingly, his voice rose 
oddly as he attempted to find a reasonable excuse.  

“Right, that’s quite a distance to come for supper Pip, anything else I 
should know about?” Frodo stepped aside to allow his cousins into the 
entryway.

Merry spoke up, I came to return this…supper, my dear cousin, was a 
secondary thought, and perhaps some ‘afters’ may be in order.” As he 
spoke Merry held up a fine silver chain with a gently glowing crystal 
suspended upon it.  “ I didn’t think you meant to leave this in my bed, and 
I thought it best be returned.”  Merry smiled.

Frodo’s sharp intake of breath was proof enough that he had not meant to 
leave it behind.  In fact he could not believe he had not missed it.  The 
trinket from the lady Arwen was always with him and for two days he had 
been so preoccupied he did not note its absence.

Merry stepped forward and placed his arms about Frodo’s neck, he 
clasped the precious jewel in place.  He kissed Frodo gently on the lips as 
he did so.  Merry sighed at the contact, we really did miss you though, 
cousin.  I am glad you left us an excuse to visit. Pippin stepped forward 
also and stole a kiss from Merry and then Frodo. 

 Frodo was grinning, he shook his head at the two; they could never get 
enough.  He laughed then; a clear musical sound, Pippin and Merry both 
smiled happily; too long had it been since their beloved cousin was free to 
laugh like this.

“Lets have supper, Frodo said, then a smoke and some plain hobbit talk.”  

“Where are Sam and Rose, Frodo? Is Rose going to take kindly to our 
rummaging through her kitchen?” Pippin smirked at Frodo.

Pip this is Bag End it is still MY home.” Frodo’s voice held mock 
annoyance as his position in his own household was questioned.

“Right…if you say so Frodo.” Pippin chuckled at Frodo’s scowl, Frodo 
swatted at him.  It reminded Frodo sharply of the past, before adventures 
and agonies had changed them, all of them.

“Fool of a Took, get over here. Pippin approached quietly, smiling all the 
time,  “I missed you Pip.”   Frodo kissed him hard on the mouth, teasing 
his lips gently with his tongue, he held him in place cradling his face 
between his palms.  Pippin moaned, first in protest then in growing 
pleasure.  Frodo released him,  “Sam and Rose are gone for a few days; 
they left this afternoon.” Pippin stumbled back, with a sigh he headed for 
the kitchen.


The trio threw together quite an elaborate meal; they spoke lightly of daily 
happenings in both Buckland and Hobbiton.  They sat back patting their 
now rounder bellies, sighing as they lit up their pipes and went to sit 
beside the fire in the sitting room.  Frodo stared for a few minutes at the 
flames licking at the grate. He turned to see Merry and Pippin sitting 
comfortably together; He sighed yet again,  

“Merry, Pip tell me about the two of you?  How did you come to be 
together?  I mean; I know I was fairly out of it, but I still can’t believe that 
I didn’t know the two of you were lovers.” 

“Frodo, my dearest cousin.  It’s not like we were advertising the fact”, 
Pippin said.  Merry nodded in agreement, “and it was almost as much a 
surprise to us, though I guess it shouldn’t have been.”

Frodo leaned back comfortably, and drew on his pipe. 

 “Tell me”, he whispered.

Pippin smiled at Merry, as they watched Frodo settle back and close his 
eyes to listen.  Pippin cocked his brow in a slightly seductive expression; 
he drew a deep breath to begin.  “If it was a story Frodo fancied, he would 
make it a good one.” He thought.

Pippin began the tale, “I have always loved Merry, Frodo, and surely that 
much you know.”

The twinkle in Frodo’s eye as he peeked out at Pippin was answer enough, 
yet he nodded too, “Of course Pip and I love you and Merry also, we all 
have been close since the day you were born.” He blew a smoke ring into 
the air and watched it float up to the beamed ceiling.

Ah yes, Frodo but that’s not how I loved Merry, and you too, if truth be 
told.  Ever since I was old enough to know what I was feeling, I have been 
attracted to Merry.

Pippin continued his tale through years of lust and suppressed desire; his 
antics to gain Merry’s attention, and Frodo’s at times. His childishness 
was a mask to allow for a closeness not afforded to grown hobbit males.  
For that had been his greatest desire, for Merry to be near him and to touch 
him.

Merry picked up the thread.  “Well then along came our little crisis and 
conspiracy.  We spent so much time worriting over you and planning that 
we little noted the change.  We were changing and didn’t even see it, as 
we watched you and tried to plan how we were to care for you, and keep 
you from escaping us.  You know well how that ended, and we were off 
on our adventures.  Fleeing in fear into greater fears, we had no thoughts 
of ourselves at the time, not as far as US.  Though I was closer to Pip than 
ever, I knew when he was frightened; I knew how brave and bright he 
really was.  It was at the House of Tom Bombadil when I realized, 
perhaps; there was more.  That first night was an eye opener; Pip climbed 
into bed with me and wrapped his arms about me tightly.  He told me how 
glad he was I was safe, and he just wanted to be close to me.”

“Neither of us said another word, we lay closely together and settled in to 
go to sleep. Or so I thought; Pip thought I was asleep, and I thought he 
was dreaming.  I felt him pressing against me; he was shifting restlessly 
and groaning as he did.  I moved away but he just kept moving back 
against me and pressing himself against my buttocks.  Well, Frodo I can 
tell you, a more restless night I have never had.  I had never thought of Pip 
as “grown” in that way, or thought of him that way at all.  But by the time 
he stopped his restless grinding I thought I would explode. Pip didn’t stop 
until he had managed to satisfy himself and leave me with a painful 
problem.  His arms never let me go the entire night and I slept not a wink 
thinking and wondering what to do.  Did Pip feel like that for me or was 
he just dreaming like all tweens do?  Did I really feel like that for him?  I 
wasn’t sure, but I had a very hard cock as evidence that at least there was 
some attraction.”


Pippin looked at Merry who was smiling broadly remembering.  He knew 
what confusion he had caused Merry at the time.  It had long since been 
reconciled between them.  Merry winked at Pippin, he nodded his head 
toward Frodo and suppressed a chuckle.  Pip looked to Frodo as Merry 
gestured, and smiled longingly at him.  Frodo remained reclining, softly 
drawing on his pipe his eyes closed, a rather erotic look on his fair face 
and a rising bulge in his breeches.  He was obviously enjoying the tale.

Merry continued the thread. “Then, we were off in a few days and back 
into danger.  I gave it no more thought; not until we were again safe in 
Rivendell did I begin to wonder again.  But then you were so sick; Pip and 
I didn’t get to stay with you like Sam did, and we had plenty of time to sit 
and worry and speculate.  We cried together, we lamented not being able 
to protect you better…” Merry trailed off and looked at Frodo, eyes filled 
with the pain of the memory.

“Merry, Pip…It wasn’t you fault, not even Strider was able to protect me.” 
Frodo whispered. Though he trembled at the painful memories, Frodo had 
long come to grips with his own part in his injury on weather top.  His 
cousins were no more to blame than the wind or the moon or himself.

Merry smiled at him. “Of course we understand that now, but we were so 
worried, we know how close a shave it was. We knew your very life was 
hanging in the balance and Pip and me were helpless and alone.  We 
began sleeping in the same bed out of comfort and need to be near one 
another. I awoke one morning to find him lying tightly against me in his 
sleep.  I didn’t want to disturb him so I just lay there with some very 
sensitive parts terribly close together.  I wrapped my arms around him and 
held him to me and it all seemed right.  It was a change for me, always I 
had denied any feelings like I felt for Pip, now suddenly I had admitted, at 
least to myself; that there may be more.”

“Days passed and finally we were told that you would survive; in fact you 
would be up and about later in the day.  Pippin and I clung together crying 
for joy, I kissed him then, the happiness that we felt was overwhelming.  
We fit together so easily, naturally; I felt completely at ease.  This was my 
Pip that I held and kissed in love, and wonders upon wonders he was 
kissing me back.  We clung together, weeping and kissing; suddenly it 
dawned on us both that our kisses and caresses had progressed far beyond 
friendly comforts.  I heard the sharp intake of Pippin’s breath as we 
pressed together that first time.  My mind was a whirl of confusion and 
desire.  I remember whispering his name and hearing his groaning 
response.  We broke apart and looked at each other, searching for a 
rejection that would never come.  And Pip cried out, saying my name, It 
didn’t take us long to get rid of our extra clothing.  That was first time that 
we came together, in each other’s arms, it was so perfect, and I will never 
forget it.”  Merry smiled softly at Pippin who was blushing brightly, as if 
having his feelings bared so freely hurt him.

Frodo smiled at both and shifted in his seat, he noticed his own arousal as 
he listened to Merry speak so lovingly of Pippin.  He cleared his throat, “It 
sounds lovely, and I am sorry I missed it,” He sighed.  “But, Frodo 
chuckled, had you come to me then it most likely would have been the 
death of me.”  Merry and Pippin joined in the laughter.

“It went on from there, Frodo. By the time we left Rivendell we had 
acquired all the information we could find. The elves are quite helpful, if 
one has the nerve to ask and abide their knowing stares as they tell all.  I 
must say that Pippin and I are probably the most educated hobbits in the 
entire Shire, when it comes to such things”.  Merry looked at Pip who was 
still blushing, yet he nodded,  “we are.”


“That is what I need…More information.  What lesson did we get up to 
cousins?”

“Frodo?”

Frodo looked at Merry comically.  “Yes, Merry what is it?”

“Did something happen? You seem different somehow.”

Frodo laughed again, loudly and fully. And Merry and Pippin joined in, 
they were so pleased to see Frodo happy.  It was like looking through 
time, Frodo was as he had once been before he was damaged and tainted 
by the Ring and long journey, before he was injured by sword, tooth and 
sting.

“I am different Merry,” he said plainly.  “Not least of all from what you 
and Pippin have taught me already. But is it really that easy to see?”

“Well to be honest Frodo Baggins, yes.  You are more yourself than you 
have been in years.  It is odd though; you seem calm and yet more intense 
than I have seen you for years. Something else has happened since you left 
us in Buckland.

“Well then Master Merry, I will be honest with you, yes; something has 
happened. Quite by accident and with help unlooked for; Sam has 
finally…”

Pippin interrupted, “declared his love?  How romantic Frodo, how 
wonderful.”

Frodo smiled broadly, “Well, in a way Pip, he did come to me and he 
knows how I feel for him, but better yet I know how he feels about me.  I 
have missed so much.  I don’t know how it was I never noted Sam’s love 
for me.  I called it everything but love, though that is what it is.  And as 
strange as it may sound, Rosie is the one who encouraged him.  Seems she 
knows his heart better than even he does.”

Frodo told them of the strange night he had spent and all that had 
happened.  Pippin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, listening in 
earnest as if Frodo was speaking the most important words ever.  Pippin 
and Merry both listened intently, interrupting to ask questions and make 
comments.  When Frodo finished recounting his dream and awakening to 
Sam’s arrival, Pippin moaned aloud.  “Ah, I can’t believe I missed that, I 
wager Sam took one look at you and had no choice.”  Merry nodded in 
agreement, “don’t forget dear cousin, we have seen you in the throws of 
passion, you are quite irresistible, and absolutely…”

Merry was silenced by Pippin’s mouth over his own.  Evidently the vivid 
pictures brought on by Frodo’s words were too much for him.  Merry 
found himself being overwhelmed by an extremely hot, writhing Pip.  He 
needed little encouragement to follow his lead. 

 Frodo stared at the two for a moment in surprise.  Pippin had pounced on 
Merry without any warning and now sat straddling him on the couch.  He 
could see the heat of the kiss and the caresses they exchanged.  He sighed, 
missing Sam already; yet he recalled that some further lessons were 
forthcoming and wondered what he could get the two to show him before 
they got too involved with each other to care.

Frodo cleared his throat,  “excuse me, Pip; but is there some way that, 
well; that is to say…Oh you two, I can’t even think, can you stop for just a 
moment.  Frodo truly was having difficulty thinking, and sitting still for 
that matter.  The memories of Sam had flooded his mind and sent warm 
heat spreading to his groin.  The heated stirrings had already begun as he 
listened to Merry’s seductive voice, now seeing Pippin out of control he 
felt the burning desire course through him.  Frodo felt the surge in his 
member as he wondered what else these two could show him.

Merry pulled away from Pippin when he heard Frodo’s pleas.  He was 
already fighting the urge to throw Pippin down and take him hard and fast.  
But, he had promised Frodo more information.  He tried to think what 
would be useful.  He looked at Frodo, obviously already turned on, trying 
to appear casual yet barely controlling himself to stay in his seat, his hands 
clutched at the arms of the chair and Merry noticed, he was shaking with 
desire.  Merry smiled at him and thought for another moment.  “ I think 
my dear Frodo, that we have covered hand jobs, and oral ministrations 
fully.”  Merry smiled as he tried to sound business like.  He always liked 
the contrast, keeping his voice calm and monotone seemed to make the 
content even steamier.

Frodo, cocked a half smile, smirk at him and nodded, “yes Merry I think I 
have those down quite well.” His hands relaxed a bit, but his heart was 
racing.

“Well then Frodo, I think, if it is alright with Pip, of course; that you ‘take’ 
him.”

Pippin moaned aloud at the thought of Frodo inside of him, like that.  “Oh 
Merry, excellent choice!”  Merry kissed him teasing his lips with his 
tongue, refusing to deepen the kiss.  Pippin growled in protest, and looked 
to Frodo, “What do ya think?”

Frodo was stunned, very turned on by the prospect and yet frightened.  
Merry could see the indecision.

“Now Frodo, I know you weren’t ready for this at first, but really it’s all-
just practice you know.  You won’t hurt Pip and this could be very useful 
to you in the future.  Now that you know how Sam really feels about you 
and all.”

Frodo felt the heat rush to his face and he nearly swooned.  It had not 
occurred to him, as of yet, and the picture that came to his mind was so 
sensual he almost couldn’t tolerate it, the heat that had gone to his cheeks, 
then reversed and crashed into his groin.  He groaned aloud, “Oh God 
Merry, why did you have to say that for?”

Merry almost laughed, “Frodo you do need some more experience.” He 
shook his head at his cousin smiling.  “So? Is it yes; or shall I just pounce 
on my lovely Pip myself?”

“Either way I win!” Pippin was writhing against Merry in delight. He 
climbed off and began to undress, “after all,” he mumbled. “I’m getting 
laid one way or another.”  His clothing was scattered in moments.  Merry 
began to undress as well.  Soon Frodo was the only one with a shred on 
him.  He grinned at his exuberant cousins and laughed. “Well, it’s hard to 
argue with that,” he said. 

As Frodo went to rise from his chair, Merry and Pippin looked at each 
other and moved quickly, getting into a position that would work well for 
all of them.  Frodo placed his pipe gently on the table and went to retrieve 
the small vial of oil that Merry had sent home with him.  He returned to 
find Merry sprawled on the soft cushions of the couch, Pippin lay with his 
head on Merry’s chest, kneeling; his tight behind presented, seductively to 
Frodo. 

 Frodo stopped cold in his tracks, he felt weak in the knees, his breathing 
was rapid and shallow, and a burning consumed his entire being.  Merry 
looked at him, now naked and fully aroused, he sighed deep in his chest.  
Frodo was so absolutely perfect.  He wondered if it were to late to change 
places with Pip.  But no he had promised Pippin this; Pippin had desired 
Frodo for as long as he could remember.  He would keep his promise, 
besides he had to give the instruction.

Pippin glanced to see what had caused Merry to moan so extraordinarily 
deep and sexy. The sound had resonated to his heart and then quick as 
lightening to his groin.  He saw Frodo standing at the door; his skin 
glowed in the firelight.  His hair framed his face beautifully and his eyes 
shown, glowing near violet in the lighting of the room.  Pippin’s eyes 
trailed down his body slowly, savoring every detail.  He glanced over his 
chest and noted his dark nipples, already erect and begging to be nipped.  
Lower still his eyes traveled pausing at Frodo’s navel, then following the 
tantalizing line of black curls leading down…

Pippin sucked in a breath as he caught site of Frodo’s erect organ.  Pippin 
let his breath out slowly, as he noted the length of what he was about to 
take in.  His own erection stirred impatiently.  Merry was larger, but not 
by much and the two of them had quite a growth spurt, what with the Ent 
draughts and all.  All in all Frodo was very impressive indeed, long 
slender and graceful, Pippin thought; perfect just like the rest of him.

“Come on then Frodo, lets see what ya remember.”  Pippin tried to sound 
calm but he couldn’t keep the huskiness out of his voice.  Merry was 
silently watching as Frodo approached, Frodo’s face held desire and a fire 
shown in his blue eyes,  Merry suppressed a moan as he knelt behind Pip.  
The smell of violet scented oil was the only indication that Frodo was 
about to begin.  Merry could see him from his angle on the couch.  Pippin 
was distracting himself with licking and caressing Merry’s nipples in a 
most tantalizing way.  Merry wondered if this position had been wise after 
all, Pip would no doubt be torturing him the entire time.

Pippin moaned and Merry redirected his attention back to Frodo.  His face 
was flushed and his full, moist lips were gently parted as he poured some 
of the pleasant smelling oil onto Pippin’s back.  He poured some into his 
palm and Merry saw him reach for his stiff member, his eyes rolled back 
and his mouth opened in a silent groan.  Merry felt himself harden further, 
Frodo’s face was so sensuous, he longed to touch him, to bring him 
pleasure; Frodo deserved no less. 

Frodo tried to remember all that Merry had done to prepare Pippin; that 
first night they all spent together.  It seemed like a lifetime ago not just 3 
nights, preparation is the key he heard a voice in his head remind him.  He 
was oiled, his fingers covered and slick and Pippin was writhing, begging 
to be touched.  Frodo slid his fingers down his lower back and into his 
crease pulling more oil along with his already coated fingers.   He circled 
the opening, gently pressing now and then.  Pippin moaned and Frodo 
heard Merry gasp, he looked up and grinned, Pippin was twisting Merry’s 
nipples, and with his other hand had taken hold of Merry’s cock, gently 
stroking, Frodo realized he was on his own; Merry was not going to be 
much use.

Watching the show before him was adding to his excitement, and 
abandon.  Frodo slid the first finger in; at the same time he allowed his 
cock to slide down, to thrust along Pippin’s thigh, along the sensitive skin 
of his sack.  He rocked gently, the combination caused Pippin to buck his 
hips and groan loudly again. He could hear Pippin’s gasping breaths as he 
waited for more.  Frodo pressed in deeper feeling for that spot Merry 
described so fully.  He wondered if he’d know when and if he found it.  
He added another finger, forward and down.  Pippin jerked his hips 
forward and moaned; a husky “Yessssss” escaped his lips.  “More Frodo, 
don’t stop,” he begged.  He resumed stroking Merry and began licking 
him as Frodo watched.  He added a third finger and worked them to the 
spot again.  He felt the clenching in the muscles as Pippin thrust with each 
impulse; as Frodo hit his sweet spot over and over.

“No, don’t stop!” Pippin sounded nearly hysterical as Frodo removed his 
fingers and began oiling his cock again.  “Hold on Pip, Merry reassured 
him, it won’t be long now.”  With that Merry reached down and stroked 
Pippin’s twitching hardness.  It was begging for attention and Pippin 
buried his face in Merry’s lap, he groaned as he took Merry’s length fully 
into his mouth.

Frodo had paused, trying to gain a measure of control before he entered 
Pippin.  He had never penetrated anyone before, not even a lass.  He knew 
it could easily be over in seconds.  Meanwhile, Merry and Pip had 
continued on with out him.  He smiled at them as Pippin enveloped Merry, 
glancing the other way he could see Merry’s hand had strayed to Pip’s 
hard cock and was giving him a good stroking.  Frodo moaned; these two 
were so hot together he didn’t stand a chance.  

Frodo placed a hand on the small of Pippin’s back.  “Excuse me Pip, but 
have you forgotten I am back here?  I could just stop now, if you two 
would rather be alone.”  He chuckled knowing the answer to that question.

Merry moaned as Pippin released him from his warm wet mouth so he 
could answer.  “When ever your ready Frodo, I was just waiting for you.”  
His voice caught in his throat as he felt Frodo’s stiff rod at his opening. 

Frodo took himself in hand, and before Pip could complete his words he 
thrust against the waiting tightness.

A jolt of pure pleasure shot through Frodo’s mind as a bright flash of light.  
The tight grip that enfolded his cock rhythmically pulsed against him.  
When he came to his senses he realized he was leaning heavily on Pippin 
with both hands.  Merry was calling his name.  “Frodo, Frodo are you 
alright, there you are,” he said as Frodo opened his eyes.

“Go on Frodo, hold on to Pip and do it; you’re torturing the poor lad.”

Frodo became aware of Pippin; he was shuddering in anticipation, panting 
as he tried desperately not to move.  “Please, Frodo, he gasped; and with 
that final plea Pippin pushed back onto Frodo forcing him to enter him 
further.  The blinding pleasure flashed through Frodo’s body again.  Then 
instinct took over; Merry watched the play of muscles along Frodo’s 
thighs and buttocks as he began to thrust into Pippin.  His own climax was 
not far off just watching Frodo; he wondered how long his dear cousin 
could last.  Pippin had become incapable of doing anything but follow the 
pounding rhythm that threatened to engulf him.

Frodo felt the wet heat as he slid deeply into Pippin, he was fully sheathed 
and he paused for only a breath before the pounding rhythm took him.  
Then it was only a matter of holding on for the next second the next thrust 
the next flash of ecstasy.  He could feel his climax building and he was in 
no way able to stop himself.  His body was no longer under conscious 
control; he felt every move, every tightening grip of Pippin as sheer 
delight.

Merry reached for Pippin’s cock, his own painful erection throbbed as he 
felt how hard Pip was.  He swirled the pearls of wetness with his thumb 
and Pippin bucked his hips and tensed.  Frodo cried out in pleasure at the 
sudden movement and tightening.  Merry knew Pippin was on the brink of 
his climax, he had seen him this way many times.  He stroked him hard 
and fast to push him still closer, Merry felt the pulsing in Pippin’s loins 
before he could call out his name.  And as he huskily moaned Merry’s 
name, Frodo groaned loudly.

Frodo was just barely hanging on, when Merry reached down to stroke 
Pippin again and he tightened and thrust his hips, Frodo was lost.  It began 
slowly, but he knew it could not be stopped, nor did he wish it to.  Then 
Pippin was coming into Merry’s tight grasp, the clenching tightness 
engulfed Frodo’s engorged member and he was there, falling over the 
edge into ecstasy with Pippin.  He thrust hard into him until he was spent.  
He leaned over him still sheathed in the tight heat; Frodo kissed Pippin’s 
back and tried to catch his breath.  Pippin was still shuddering beneath 
him; he slipped himself from his body and joined him next to Merry.

Frodo planted a heated kiss on Merry’s mouth.  Merry responded in kind, 
groaning as he reached for his own still taunt organ.  Frodo glanced down 
at him and deepened the kiss; he reached down and took Merry into his 
own hand.  Pippin greedily pushed Frodo’s hand away and took Merry 
back into his mouth, he gently cupped Merry’s sack and fondled behind 
them.  Frodo, removed from his previous position continued his attentions 
on Merry’s sweet mouth; he gently rolled his nipples, their tongues 
entwined in the deepening kiss.  He could feel the tension in his cousin 
and felt his own arousal returning as he felt Merry build.

Pippin was sucking him, Merry wondered, as he had thousands of times, 
how Pippin did such marvelous things with his tongue.  The thought was 
short lived for with in moments he was beyond all thought.  He shuddered 
as he felt the heat coiling in his groin, his body was wound tightly, and it 
was only a matter of moments and he would be unwound.  It began 
suddenly like a spring suddenly let loose.  He was bucking wildly into 
Pippin’s hot wet mouth and screaming into Frodo’s deep kiss.  Pippin 
didn’t release him until he was utterly spent.  Frodo continued to gently 
kiss him, each lip, his eyes, nose then back to his mouth again for a final 
caressing kiss.  All three were silent for a few moments.


Frodo was the first to recover; he stood on shaky legs and went to retrieve 
his breeches.  He pulled them on, gently tucking himself in, and left the 
study for a brief moment, he returned with three glasses and a bottle of old 
winyards.  He sat in his chair beside the fire and sighed contentedly.

Merry lifted his head to glance at him, and then rose to grab a glass for 
himself.  He too grabbed his breeches and hurriedly dressed, he promptly 
dropped back to the cushions where he had just lain.  Pippin was the last to 
get up; he dressed slowly and sat next to Merry.  Frodo handed him a glass 
of wine, he then lit his pipe and sighed again. 

He was vaguely aware of a conversation going on between Merry and 
Pippin; his mind was off on a tangent concerning Sam.  

“Look at him Merry he’s gone off thinking about Sam now.  Isn’t he 
cute,” Pippin giggled?  Merry chuckled along with him, as he saw Frodo’s 
dreamy expression.  “Aye Pip he’s probably trying to decide what to do 
first with him.  So my lusty little Took, was Frodo all you thought he 
would be?”

Pippin smiled crookedly at Merry, “how could he not be Merry with you 
here too it was perfect.  I just want Frodo to be happy you know; he could 
never replace you in my heart.”  

“Well then, Pip, I guess we will just have to make sure that dear Frodo 
gets what he deserves.”

“That’s right Merry and I think that next he deserves you, he really was 
quite good for an inexperienced lad.”

“Really, so he’s good is he? Hmmmm.”

Frodo came suddenly back to himself to find Merry and Pippin grinning at 
him stupidly. “What?”  He asked almost laughing at the expressions on 
their faces,  “What did I miss.”

“Nothing Frodo, according to Pip, here; you hit all the important spots.”  

Pippin covered his mouth laughing at Frodo’s amused expression.  

“I was thinking if you’re as good as all that, then I may need a turn with 
you my dearest cousin.”

“Well, Frodo thought, A bit more practice can’t hurt,” he blew another 
smoke ring at the rafters. He listened all the while to Merry and Pippin 
discussing the new world of possibilities and pleasures.  Frodo was 
content for now, but when Sam came home what then, how to begin.  His 
mind wandered again as the voices droned on; and Frodo slept.

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