Page 11 of Hot Pucking Summer

I carefully position myself in between his open legs and take his already hard cock into my mouth. "It'll be fine."

They're the last words I utter for the next fifteen minutes as I slowly work more and more of his dick into me until I'm greedily—and noisily—deepthroating him.

"That's so good," he moans, curling his hands around the back of my head, applying the sweet zone of pressure I like, which makes the back of my throat burn but stops short of making me gag.Nota fan of that.

I keep going, lost in the rhythm of our sex, my mouth now an open channel, easily accommodating his size. Every once in a while I'm rewarded with a tangy spritz hitting the back of my throat, but I don't want pre-cum, I want the real thing. I never swallowed before Draper, but I swear his cum is an aphrodisiac. I'm addicted.

I pull my mouth off him, and strings of saliva crisscross the space between my mouth and his cock. "Feed me," I demand, stroking him with both hands because this is a both-hands-needed situation.

"Oh, god. I'm close," he calls out.

I speed up and urge, "Yeah. That's it. Give me your cu?—"

"Are you guys fucking kidding me?"

Everything grinds to a halt. My hands, my heart, my breathing. Draper and I stare at each other for a few seconds before slowly turning our heads to the door at the same time. Jax is leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a cryptic smile on his lips. I can't tell if he's pissed off or turned on. "I'm starting to think you guys are doing this on purpose."

"We definitely aren't," I say, my voice raspy from the brutal throat fucking I've been copping.

Draper's cock pulses in my hand. "What do you say, baby?" he asks, his voice so low it's practically a purr. "You got it in you to handle one more?"

"That depends." I turn to Jax with a smirk, my fingers sliding up and down Draper's shaft, showing it off proudly, and I decide to dish up some of that sass he likes to serve. "I wouldn't want Jax to feel intimidated by your size."

Jax chuckles, pushing off the door and marching toward the bed, his fingers already playing with the button on his shorts. He tugs his shorts down his muscular thighs and roughly yanks out his cock from his boxer briefs.

My eyes bulge. "Holy fucking shit."

It's not even fully hard yet, and it's already as big as Draper's cock. "Don't worry about me. I've got nothing to worry about on that front." He slaps the gigantic—and growing—dick against his open palm. "The question is, will that cute little smart mouth of yours be able to handle it?"

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Draper

It turns out that the answer to Jax's question is yes. Yes, my perfectly proportioned, sexy-as-fuck, smart, funny, and kind ginger boyfriend is able to handle my best friend's monster-sized cock.

And I couldn't be prouder of him as he works Jax and me into a frenzy. To make things easier for him, we've moved to the edge of the bed, sitting so close our legs are touching. We eased Cloyce onto the floor and made sure he was comfortable with his legs tucked to the side.

When Jax expressed concern about Cloyce's ankle, I took great joy in replying with a snicker, "I'm not sure what sort of blowjob you're expecting, but I can assure you his ankle won't be involved."

With our boy comfortable on the floor, he's doing a stellar job with his mouth and hands, alternating between blowing one of us while stroking the other one and then switching it up when he senses one of us might be getting too close. Edging payback for before, perhaps?

I don't care. This feels wonderful. I sling my arm over my bestie's shoulder as my boyfriend finishes deepthroating me and attempts to do the same to Jax. This'll be his third try. Gotta hand it to him, Cloyce is determined. Ordinarily, I might feel a little self-conscious, not being the biggest guy in the room, but if there's one man I'm happy to concede that title to, it's Jax.

"Doesn't he look beautiful?" I say to Jax while looking at Cloyce trying to make Jax's member disappear down his throat.

"So beautiful," Jax agrees, gently stroking the side of Cloyce's flushed face. He's got about two-thirds of Jax's dick stuffed down his throat, but he's determined to conquer the beast, his eyes burning with unwavering determination.

"I'm so happy," I announce.

Jax turns to me and smiles. "Me, too, man. This feels right."

"It does," I reply, staring at thebestbest friend a guy could hope to have. "You, me, and our boy."

Jax's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he lets out a deep, almighty roar. I look down. Pride fills my chest.

He did it.

Our boy did it.

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