I blow out a long breath. They've both been upfront with me, I guess there's no harm in reciprocating that honesty, even if I'm about to air out something that I've never shared with anyone before.
"I feel like a freak of nature most of the time. The other day, I went into town and scared a little girl. I can't find clothes that fit, so everything has to be tailor-made. Underwear is impossible. And sex?—"
Whoa. I inhale sharply.Thatwas definitely a bridge too far.
Silence fills the room.
Until…
"And sex isn't pleasurable for you because you're too concerned about your partner's experience because, despite repeated assurances they were a size queen and could handle it, they can't?"
I blink at Jack like he's some sort of sex sorcerer. "How did you know?"
"We work in porn, remember? We've encountered a few well-hung performers with the same issue."
"We've also experienced it ourselves given that we're well hung," Zak adds with a mischievous smile.
I look at him then turn to Jack, and holy shit, these guys get me.
"Any objections if we ditch the game?" Zak asks, flinging his cards over his shoulder, his other hand inching higher up my inner thigh. "And occupy ourselves with something more fun?"
He glances at me. I give a small nod even though I'm in disbelief that this is happening. That two amazing, super-hot guys want me. Actually wantme. "I'm cool with that."
"Jack?" Zak checks. "You cool, too?"
His eyes fall to Jack's hand. He seems fixated by the growing bulge behind my zipper. Can't remember when I started getting hard, but it's getting to the point where it's painful now.
Jack edges nearer. "Yeah. I'm cool."
And with that, Zak gets to work on freeing my cock while Jack curls a hand around the back of my head, bringing my forehead to his. There's a moment of hesitation, a shaky breath, and I half expect him to snap back to his senses and put a stop to this.
But he doesn't.
He firms his hand in my hair, and his tongue delves past my lips into my mouth. He tastes like beer and Alfredo sauce and something else uniquely him. I haven't kissed anyone in so long I'd forgotten how nice it is, how intimate.
The kiss deepens, and he lowers both hands to my meaty pecs, kneading them like dough. A hoarse grumble erupts from my chest, and I pull him in so close he's practically on top of me.
"Uh, Jack." Zak's voice cuts through the air, and Jack draws back a little, glancing down at his best friend.
"Yeah?"
Zak has freed my cock, and from this angle, it looks monstrous, easily longer than his face. He doesn't look overwhelmed. With a sly grin, he tells Jack, "Think I'm going to need some help down here."
Jack nods, but before he joins Zak, he flattens his palms against my chest, looks directly into my eyes, and says, "You can relax and enjoy this, Harvey. I mean it. We know what we're doing."
I brush my thumb along his stubbled jaw. "Thank you."
Little did I know that truer words have never been spoken.
8
Zak
For all his hangups about being judged for the line of work we're in, the reality is that Jack is even more of a cumpig than I am.
And that's saying something because I'm a damn big cumpig myself.
Jack wasted no time helping me out with Harvey's cock, which, for the record, I was right about. Itisa foot long…if not more.
