“I didn’t say you could come on me,” Peter said when he was finished, handing the shirt back to Tex with a guarded expression.
“No, I guess you didn’t.” Tex was still crouched down, his muscular body looming over Peter’s seated one and boxing him in against the couch. “Are you upset?”
Peter bit his lip, looking down and shaking his head. Tex grabbed his jaw and lifted his head, forcing him to make eye contact.
“You liked it?”
Peter took a deep breath, swallowing loudly before nodding his head. Tex grinned, clapping his cheek before standing up and taking a step back.
“You didn’t come,” Tex said, crossing his arms and looking down at Peter. Carver watched Peter’s reaction, curious where Tex was taking this and completely unwilling to stop it—even if he maybe should.
Carver was under no illusion that they weren’t taking things far too fast.
“No,” Peter said, shifting his body, putting his hands in his lap to hide his still very visible bulge.
“Would you like to?”
Peter nodded, holding his breath like it was all he could do not to be overwhelmed.
“Stand up and pull down your pants.”
Peter was slow to obey, and when he did his movements were unsteady and his legs were shaky. He looked between Tex and Carver, hand on his fly, the expression on his face conflicted and unsure.
Before Carver could reassure him that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to, Tex spoke.
“Pants down, Peter.”
His voice was hard, and Carver felt his cock twitch. He was too spent to come again so soon, but this was hot. Peter was at least a foot shorter than Tex, looking small and fragile next to Carver’s stud of a husband.
It would be so easy to break him. Both Carver and Tex could overpower him without breaking a sweat, and if they worked together, Peter wouldn’t stand a chance.
Carver hated himself for how much the idea of just taking Peter turned him on. He could picture it, Peter crying and whimpering while he and Tex pumped him full of come, making his belly bulge with spunk and piss before plugging him up and putting him in a cage.
They were just fantasies, Carver reminded himself. He wasn’t actually going to hurt Peter. He wouldn’t let himself.
Not without Peter’s permission.
Peter’s fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down around his thighs, his face was an enticing shade of fire truck red.
Carver drooled.
Peter had a gorgeous cock. It was smaller than both Carver and Tex by far, though it was perfectly proportioned, the circumcised head just a shade pinker than the swollen shaft. A string of clear fluid dangled from the slit, shining and perfect and about to break free and drop at any second.
“You’ve got a nice piece of equipment there,” Tex said approvingly, walking right up into Peter’s space before dropping down to his knees. The position still left him too high up, and he dropped down further until he was sitting on his ass with his legs spread out on the floor on either side of Peter’s body.
“Gorgeous,” Carver concurred. Peter startled, looking at Carver like he’d forgotten all about him.
Carver wasn’t offended. It was hard to be alert when Tex was about to suck your cock. It was a fact Carver knew from lengthy experience.
“Hold on to my hair,” Tex ordered, placing his own hands on Peter’s hips. His thumbs closed in and stroked up Peter’s inner thighs, brushing against the underside of his balls. He leaned in and dragged his stubbled chin up Peter’s thigh, making the boy gasp and shudder and tip forward, holding on to Tex’s hair like it was all that was keeping him upright.
Carver massaged his cock through his jeans, thumb playing over the head of his cock as he watched Peter fall apart.
“Carver, you want to join in here and take his ass?” Tex said, leaning in and licking the base of Peter’s cock.
Peter went rigid, and he tried to back away, but Tex held him in place.
“Easy there, Peter. He’s not going to fuck you. Just a little tongue action on your hole. You can handle that.”
