I tickled my fingers up and down his length. Sweat was dripping down Asher’s face, and he bit down on his lip in an obvious attempt to stay quiet.
“I’ve got an idea,” Rory said.
I caught his eye, and he held me in the strength of his gaze. “Oh yeah?”
“Why don’t we get Asher to tell us a story while you play with him?”
I felt a tickle at the base of my balls. “We do love stories.”
“What,” Asher whispered. “A story?”
I licked my thumb, then rubbed a circle on his wet crown. “Tell me what you thought about,” I said. “When you jerked off and fantasized about us.”
Asher moaned, then shook his head quickly. “Who says I fantasized about you when I jerked off?”
I chuckled, then pulled my thumb from his tip, a glistening string of precum stretching between us. “Oh? Is that so?”
“Okay!” he gasped. “Just fucking touch me again. Please!”
I hummed to myself, then pulled my dick from my pants. I gripped myself at the base, then palmed my balls. The power that was rushing through my body made me rock hard, and I dragged my fist up and down my length as I stared at Asher.
Who even am I right now?
But whatever had gotten into me, it felt good.
“Okay, okay,” Asher said, trying to catch his breath as he arched his back, riding his ass along Rory’s erection desperately. “I thought about you both touching me and fucking me…”
I started to jerk my cock against his cock, bumping my tip and my fist against him.
“That’s not a story,” Rory growled.
I almost burst out laughing. He definitely wasn’t going to take it easy on this kid, but I was quickly understanding how much that was a part of the fun.
“How am I supposed to be good to you?” I asked. “If you can’t follow our instructions?”
“It started with you two undressing me!” he blurted out. The second he did, I wrapped my free hand lightly around his base, holding just tight enough that I knew he felt it.
Asher gasped. “You took all my clothes off,” he said. “Just like this. And then you tied me to your bed.”
I pulled my hand back, spit in it, and then grabbed his base again. “We tied you to our bed, did we?” I stroked up his length, then back down. Up, and then down again.
“With rope. Rory tied me down with my ass in the air.”
Rory hitched his hips, and I knew he was rubbing his erection against Asher’s curvy ass, the kid’s pink cheeks bare against Rory’s pants.
I started to stroke us both with the same rhythm, and Asher’s whole body trembled. “And then what, Asher?”
“I begged you to fuck me,” he groaned. “I told you that you were my Daddies, and you could use me however you wanted. I buried my face in the pillows, and you both took turns fucking me as hard as you could.”
His cock got even thicker in my hand, and I saw his balls clenching and trembling. He was close to the edge, and as warmth flooded my sack, I knew I could go, too.
Instead, I gave him another slow, excruciatingly soft stroke, then pulled my hand away.
“On his knees,” I said to Rory, somehow certain I should address him instead of Asher. “I want to paint his face.”
Asher moaned again as he fell to his knees, Rory dropping down beside him in order to keep his hands tight behind his back. I thrust my cock in his face, and without even a second of warmup, he swallowed it down, stretching his jaw and taking me between his red, puffy lips.
It was soft and warm and tight, all at the same time, and I felt another surge of power as I slammed my rod into the back of his throat.
