The sounds of sucking and slurping fill the air, and my cock is now fully hard, pressed against my jeans.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Of all the things to be turned on by, this shouldn’t be one of them.
“That’s it,” Bennett groans, and my cock twitches, pre-cum soaking my boxers. “I’m close. Keep going.”
Bennett was always the funny, sweet, and caring kid. I was the grumpy, moody asshole.
From the looks of it, we both took on those traits into high school and college. I’d heard about how sweet and kind Bennett was, how he was the best guy ever. Blah, blah, blah.
So, for a guy who is supposed to be so damn cookie-cutter sweet, I never would have guessed that in the bedroom, he has a dirty mouth.
The way he’s using Roland for his pleasure is rough. And so damn hot.
An image flashes in my mind. One of me on my knees in front of him, my mouth that’s wrapped around his cock as I suck him down, gagging as he comes undone for me.
My cock throbs with need. Reaching down, I give it a squeeze.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bennett snarls. “That’s it. Take it. Take my cock, suck it. Gonna cum. Gonna fill your mouth. Be a good little cum slut and take it all.”
Roland moans, and fuck so do I.
Bennett’s lips part, and his whole body tenses up.
And then he’s opening his eyes, landing his gaze on me as he lets out a primal groan, and fills Roland’s throat with his load.
My eyes widen as his heavy-lidded ones stay locked on mine. His chest heaves, body twitching as he holds Roland down, forcing him to swallow everything.
With his eyes locked on mine, a small curve to his lips, Bennett speaks again. “Good boy.” Is he talking about me, or Roland? Either way, it snaps me out of whatever the hell that was.
Turning, I take off down the hall and dip back into the bathroom I was using earlier. I close the door and lock it before throwing my back against it.
“What the fuck was that?” I growl to myself.
Did he really just cum down another guy's throat while looking at me?
What the hell was I thinking? He probably thinks I’m some kind of perv.
Fuck, what if he tells anyone?
Running a hand through my hair, I grab at the strands and curse.
Going over to the sink, I run the cold water and splash it over my face. It’s not enough to get this overheated feeling to leave, though.
My cock is still hard, painfully so, pressing against my jeans.
Cursing, I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower, turning it to ice cold. “Fuck,” I growl at the shock to my system.
I let the ice-cold water run over me until I’m shivering so badly my teeth are chattering.
When I can’t take it anymore, I turn the water off, pissed off with myself over the fact that my cock is still hard.
“What is wrong with you?” I hiss at the offending member. “He was with another guy.”
When really you were wishing it was you.
Groaning, I know the only way I’m going to get this thing to go down is if I take care of it myself.
My body is still shaking from the cold, so I turn the water back on, but this time it's too hot.
