I can’t keep the groan inside me. His jeans are slungsofucking low on his waist, and as my eyes trail down to his happytrail, those jeans cut off my line of sight, and I’m about to beg Scottie to get them off him.
“You like what you see, Briggs?” Felyx’s deep voice echoes through the bathroom.
?* My eyes find his, and they’re breathtaking. The most beautiful, emerald colored eyes that are emphasized with the perfect eye makeup. I couldn’t tell you what kind of eye makeup he has on, but I can enjoy the view of it all the same. “Yes. Yes. Abigfuck yes! Now get your asses in this shower.”
Scottie is unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs. Suppose I can even call those things legs. They’re definitely more on the tree trunk side. And I would be willing to place my head between them to have my head popped like a balloon.
I’m standing here thinking there’s no way he could get any fucking hotter, then my eyes land on his cock swinging heavy between his thighs, and I just about run into the shower. I’ve never seen a bigger cock in my life, but I need to hurry it up in here so we can get to the fun part of tonight.
They’re both right behind me, climbing into the oversized shower, we all relax for a minute, rinsing all the sweat and mess from the day off our bodies. My brain starts running off with random thoughts.
I’ve always known I was bisexual, but it took me a while to come out to my family and friends. Most had an idea that I was, but were sweet enough not to push me into outing my sexuality. Most kids in school would call me gay or any of the slurs that were way too popular in the early to mid-2000s, but it never went on for too long. I would ignore it and never give them the reaction they wanted, so when I came out my sophomore year of high school, all the people who made fun of me were awfully quiet.
There were still the bi-phobic boys. They just couldn’t wrap their little pea brains around a male being able to like both menand women. And as I aged, the line between men and women has been blurring more and more. Not that anyone needs to know or that an announcement is required, but I genuinely think my sexuality leans more into the pansexual realm as I’ve gotten older and experienced more life.
For me, it always seems to come down to someone’s personality rather than what they have between their legs or who they decide to love.
Looking at Scottie and Felyx beside each other, I can appreciate each of them for the differences in their equally gorgeous bodies.
Once we’ve warmed up the water, Felyx’s eyes find mine and he’s immediately on me, pressing my back against the tile of the shower, and growls, “You keep looking at me the way you have been, and I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off your cute ass, either, Singer Boy.”
Fuck.
Felyx using the nickname that Scottie gave me has my cock flinching between my legs. And he catches the movement, looking down between the two of our bodies, our cocks are so close to one another’s.
It feels forbidden.
We’re co-workers.
None of this should be happening…
But it is.
So I finally get the courage and say what I’ve been holding back, “Why do you think I’ve been looking at you like I have been? It’s not just Scottie who has the hots for you.Sir.” His breath hitches as the “sir” rolls off my tongue, and his hand immediately wraps around my throat.
And like a goddamn dog in heat, I give in and start grinding my cock on his, throwing my head back in pleasure. I’m hoping he takes that as his opportunity to squeeze a little bit harder. Theedge I love to dangle over when my breath is being robbed from me is a high, almost as good as performing in front of thousands of people.
My most sensitive skin rubs against his. I’m on my tip-toes using every inch of my height to create more friction.
He finally decides to help me out.
Felyx picks me up as I wrap my legs around his thick waist, digging my heels into his ass cheeks. My arms match, snaking around his neck. He slams my back to the tile once more, to hold me in place. Then I watch as he reaches down and pulls both of our cocks up between us, actively taking control of my ass and hips, moving me up and down, forcing our cocks to rub together in the most delicious way.
My words come out in half moans and gasps, “Fuck! Felyx, this shouldn’t feel this good!”
“It’s not Felyx anymore. It’s Sir to you—when we’re playing. Got it?”
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Yes.
“Yes, Sir.” That was a whimper.
