Page 76 of Hollow Heart

I close the door, falling into my chair, swiveling back and forth as that question ricochets in my brain.

How do you know?

I look at my computer screen, thinking about the last time I was in the room, looking up articles on Felix.

Looking at his full nude spread in Playgirl.

Him all slathered up in oil, showing off more than just his lip ring.

My cock throbs at the thought, and an idea forms in my brain.

As a kid, I wasn’t a stranger to going through my dad’s Playboys, but as a teenager, I didn’tneedto look at tits or ass in a magazine when it was practically thrown in my lap every day.

Which is how I met Marci to begin with. When she cornered me on theHollow Pointetour bus after a show in Pasadena.

I type in “threesome” into Google, figuring that’s at least a good place to start, right?

A list of search results comes up, from YouTube videos to Cosmopolitan articles telling you how to practice safe throuple sex.

Throuple?

There’s awordfor it?

I almost shut down the search, thinking I am clearly out of my league. Until I stumble upon a result that reads MMF threesome.

I don’t think twice about clicking it.

The video that fills my screen is one I can’t look away from.

A curvy woman with bright red hair is being pinned against the wall while a much larger man spears her, his fingers digging into her sides as he rails her, making her rather large breasts jiggle from each pounding.

It’s hot, I won’t deny that, but my gaze is fixed on the man behindhim.

The tall, thin, and certainly less muscular man that walks in, who I guess is supposed to be the husband or the boyfriend, home from work early who finds his wife being porked by the service man.

A typical plot, I guess, if you’re a frequent porn watcher.

Which I’m certainlynot.

But I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch the tall blond’s graceful movements, the way he slinks across the room, undressing as he goes.

Once his clothes are off, we get an ample money shot.

The guy is hung like a damn horse, and my cock twitches at the sight. I’m transfixed on the way he slides his hand over his rigid rod, approaching the man, who ignores him, continuing to pound away at the woman beneath him, making her thighs jiggle as much as her breasts, which he adamantly starts sucking on.

I can’t help but slide my own hand in my pants, my own hardness twitching from the touch. I slowly stroke myself as I watch the tall blond tease the other man with the head of his cock, telling him to keep going.

I watch as the other man arches his back, biting out some sort of incoherent mumble, in which, the blonde retaliates.

Hespitson his cock and my own throbs as I build my rhythm.

I settle in on an even pace, keeping in time with the thrusts of the men on screen, but it feels lackluster.

I keep stroking, squeezing, but I’m no closer to coming, even when it’s clear that everyone has reached their pinnacle.

My head falls back against the cushion of my chair as I huff out an annoyed grunt.

I knew this was a bad idea. I should just let it go, go to bed and forget about this stupid little experiment.

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