Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
By the time they’re kissing and clothes start coming off, my dick is fucking throbbing, my balls high and tight with what I know is another big load. I pump lube into my hand, stroke myself with more passion, using my other hand to play with my balls.
They both have smooth chests, and I think I like that. I watch as one of the guys plays with the other’s small nipples, and I reach one of my hands up and squeeze my own. Pleasure zings through me. Huh. This is nice. No one has played with my pecs before.
“Have you done this before?” one of the guys asks. He’s the one who apologized at the beginning, so I make an educated guess that he’s playing the gay guy in this video.
“No,” the other says.
“I’ll suck you, and then you can fuck me,” is his reply, which immediately makes my dick twitch in my hand and precum run down my crown.
Watching a guy blow another one? Totally fucking hot. I’m all into it, gaze firm on the screen, cock aching, and I’m acknowledging that yes, this is something I’m into. I don’t know if that’s new, but it feels right for me, so I’m going with it.
My whole body is tingly and needy, and as ridiculous as it sounds, one of my thoughts is how I want to share this with Donovan. The fact that I’m into it, I mean. He always knows the right things to say and how to sort through confusing thoughts.
What does it feel like to suck a cock? I bet D would tell me if I asked. Does he like doing it? Would I? All these questions are like a battering ram, slamming into my brain.
“I want your hole,” Straight Bro says, and okay, my dick is for sure into that.
Gay Bro bends over the arm of the couch, knees resting on the cushion. He reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks, the camera getting way up in there, so I get a good visual of his tight little pucker.
“Fuck,” grits past my lips. I’m already on edge, so close to emptying my balls. The hand not going wild on my cock is still slick, so I slip a finger down below my nuts and rub my rim like Straight Bro is doing in the video.
Like always, it feels good, and I can’t help wondering what it would be like to do this to Donovan…or to have him do it to me. I’ve performed anal on a woman before, but I’ve never had a woman play with my ass. While I’m not shy when it comes to sex, I’ve just never felt comfortable enough to ask her to give me a little finger action.
“Fuck…so good,” Gay Bro says when he’s penetrated. He’s pushing back against Straight Bro’s hand, who is very good at all this for supposedly never having been with a man before.
One finger leads to two. I don’t penetrate myself yet, just rub my hole and jack my cock. I can’t stop watching the two men, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m into them being together. I don’t know if that’s like a magic bisexual sign or something, but it feels like a point in the right direction.
His hole gapes slightly when Straight Bro pulls out his fingers and… “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”
My vision goes blurry, and my body feels like it’s exploding. The good kind of explosion, though; not like I’m dying, but like I’m getting showered with all my favorite things. My dick twitches and my balls draw up, the first spurt of cum landing on my chest. Another and another follow it, a smile on my lips as I continue to stroke myself to drain my balls.
Two awesome orgasms in a row.
Both looking at or thinking about dudes.
Hell, I didn’t even get to see them fuck before I busted my nut.
Signs clearly seem to be pointing toward some bisexual action going on with me.
My grin grows.
I can’t wait to talk to Donovan about it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Donovan
I’m never drinking again. My head is pounding, and I’m afraid to open my eyes for fear that’ll make it a whole lot worse.
We quite possibly drank our weight in liquor last night. I think it might have been the first time Hayes has ever been drunk. It was quite the adventure if I’m remembering everything correctly. Ant called into work last night, and…did Hayes dance on Anthony’s coffee table? I’m fairly certain he had.
I ended up staying the night. I texted Eric to let him know I was sleeping over, and Hayes called Rylan to pick him up. He jumped into Rylan’s arms when he arrived, Rylan laughing as Hayes tried to tug off his shirt.
I smile, still afraid to open my eyes. Last night had been a blast. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, and it was another bonding moment that made me feel even closer to my fellow Jilted Exes. Is it strange that part of me is thankful Malcolm happened because it brought Hayes and Anthony into my life? Hayes and Anthony, whom I told all about being married to Eric. While they were supportive, they didn’t get the logic, but then, they didn’t grow up with health struggles and not enough money to pay for them.