CHAPTER 24
ABEL
Well,this is new. My body doesn’t feel like my own. It’s totally alive with sensual sensations that aren’t mine. At least I assume they’re not mine. I wasn’t previously horny, but now I am all of the sudden. I can only imagine that I am picking up on Buckle’s and Perry’s needs. Right now, they’re probably back at Buckle’s place, enjoying each other’s company and bodies. I’m just not ready.
But what Iamready for is to watch more porn, thanks to how my body is reacting to my mates. My cock hardens and I’m glad this overwhelming desire didn’t hit until after I got back home. In my hawk form, I don’t have a penis, and I don’t know how I would have reacted.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I grin at the text notification from Buckle. Immediately, I open the message and suck in a breath, forgetting that I had told them they could send me a video.
The picture that greets me in my text messages is a visual of Perry with Buckle’sginormousdick in his mouth. I contemplate not watching the video, but I’m too curious.
And horny.
How do they act when I’m not around? How do they talk to each other? But most importantly, how do they pleasure each other?
I swallow and press play on the video.
“Hey babe, are you ready for your show?” Buckle’s voice is wrecked and I whimper.
Perry sucks Buckle’s dick like it’s a lollipop and I stick my tongue out trying to mimic his actions. Sure, it looks silly, but no one is around to see me.
I settle down in my recliner and look around just in case, though. I can’t take my eyes off my phone and watch the performance. They’re so in sync together I have to wonder what it’ll be like when I join. If I ever join.
I unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper one handed. If I don’t think about what I’m doing I can’t get embarrassed. Can’t feel guilty. At least that’s my theory. I wrap a hand around my dick, just holding my shaft.
Perry moans as Buckle fucks into his mouth. I salivate.
What does his slick taste like? What does Buckle’s cock taste like? Do their pheromones smell different when they’re actually fucking compared to when they’re just aroused? So many questions.
Questions I could have had the answers to, but decided to come home instead. Why the hell am I so afraid of everything?
I shake my head, not wanting to dwell on unwanted thoughts. The video’s over and I restart it, watching the lust in Perry’s eyes. The way his lips slide over Buckle’s cock. The way they grind into each other.
I tug my shirt up and over my head, exposing my torso. I thrust into my hand, needing friction, but can’t bring myself to stroke.
I moan with Perry. Buckle gasps. They’re coming and so am I. It’s a shock I hadn’t realized was coming until it’s too late to stop.
Ropes of cum shoot across my stomach and chest. More than I’ve ever come before.
I blink down at the mess I made and before thinking too hard, take a picture and send it to Buckle. I keep my dick from the frame, of course.
Staring at the ceiling, I’m contemplating life. Where I’m at. Where I’m going. What I want. When Buckle responds. It’s another video.
Buckle’s and Perry’s faces are smooshed together in the frame. Perry’s tongue hangs out with cum, and Buckle leans down to kiss it from Perry’s lips.
“That’s so hot,” I whisper to my empty living room.
Buckle: I wish we could have seen you come all over yourself. Did you think of us when you did it?
I nod, but remember he can’t see or hear me. Swallowing, I gain my courage and instead of texting back, I call.
“Babe?” Buckle’s voice is rough and deep and sexy and I melt into my chair.
“Hi,” I say.
“Sweetness, are you okay?” Of course Perry would wonder.
“Yeah, sorry. This is weird isn’t it? I should have just gone back with you. But I couldn’t.”
