Page 12 of Shared With His Friends
This isAsh. The man who always has something asshole-ish to say to everyone, except me. No, for me, he has nothing but smiling eyes and compliments. He’s the one I picked up from his house time after time when his tyrant father would beat the shit out of him. So much so that we planned every way we would murder Dr. Jameson together and never told Jet a damn thing. My bro who would get wild with me at the frat parties or after football when some chick, or once some dude, would suck us off together. And, yeah, maybe his eyes would linger on my body for longer than a second, but now that I think of it, I was looking back. I had been looking at him, too.
Edging off him, I pull down my boxers, showing him my erect cock, stroking it for him as he eyes me hungrily. Those eyes, that desperation there, is exactly what I need right now.
Working his gray sweatpants down, he kicks them across the room, his pierced dick growing harder with every stroke I give myself. Each rung of the ladder along the bottom of his shaft straightens as it jumps with anticipation.
When I ease myself back over his hips, I join our cocks together, our balls colliding, hot andright. We fit together between my large palm and my hips naturally plunge up, rubbing myself against him where I need it most. A droplet of pre-cum seeps from the head of my dick and onto him, and both of us moan at the sight.
I lean forward so I can capture his lips again, but before I do, I whisper on his cheek. “And I want you, baby boy.” Then I plunge my tongue inside him again, our noses crushed against each other’s.
It’s the name I called him when we were kids because he was a few months younger and smaller than us. He hated it then, but the response now is quite different. Growling at me, he grits his teeth as I thrust into my tight hand, and I jerk us together, the feeling something I’ve never experienced. Something I was missing without even realizing.
I’m fucking my best friend, and I love it.
His fingers tighten around my waist to pull me closer, then move to my bare ass, gripping tightly, slightly spreading my cheeks apart. Sitting up, I watch our cocks together, mine thick and his long, pierced. The metal bars rub the sweet spot just under my head perfectly and I know it won’t take long for me to come. He’s at full mast now, and the sight of him turning so red, so hot in my hand, makes me almost erupt before I want to. Ash is hardfor me.
My balls slap his repeatedly, and every touch nearly does me in. Crawling my fingers up his chest, I tweak one of his nipples until he does this little squeal, a high-pitched keen breathily halting out of his lips. That sound is what does it. That tone coming from him and the look of utter craving in his eyes.
“I-I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck!” Without any ability to stop it, my load shoots up and over my fingers, coating our cocks together.
Some low cry of pleasure escapes his chest as he watches me, and I watch him unravel, neck bending backward as his back arches, forcing his middle up toward me. His white streams shoot into the air and mix with mine, landing on his black trail of hair, some even in his belly button. The most comforting feeling is our hot dicks pulsating on each other’s, slowly dissipating in my grip.
Before I can even stop myself from the impulse, I bend forward, stick out my tongue, and lick up his ripped abs, tasting us together. Heaving breaths, his chest rapidly rising and falling, he watches me. When I scoop up enough, I slide over the top of him and almost collapse but instead feed him our brand of flavor. He doesn’t even hesitate, just opens for me, and suctions his mouth to mine. Softly, maybe even more so than he did with Amber, he kisses me as we swap our cum between our tongues.
Bending my elbows, I gaze into his green eyes as he studies me, brushing back some of my blond hair from my sweaty forehead. “Don’t go,” he says.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Looking between us, I see our sticky mess. “You want a towel?”
“No. I don’t. Come up here. Turn off the light.” Scooting to the head of the bed, he tosses the sheet aside for me and I spoon up behind him after flipping off the lamp. My bicep captures his waist as we lay together, my soft, sticky dick laying between his firm ass cheeks.
His warm skin coats my lips when I tap his shoulder, his neck, his ear before I hear him say, “Captain?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want her, too.”
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Wade
So fucking good. They always do such a good breakfast here. Then disappear like little good elves, without a trace any of the staff have been here. Ugh, so glad I’ve got friends with money.
“What?” Priss snaps at me above her cereal bowl as I point my spoon at her face.
Waving it up and down at her I ask, “Eating for two?”
She scoffs and settles back in her chair, bringing one smooth tan leg up under her elbow. “No. It’s too early for all that.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
Her big blue eyes widen at me. “What do you mean?”
“You look knocked up to me. Utterly glowing, priss. Well done.”
The strap of her camisole falls off her shoulder as she inhales quickly, a sneer coming over her large upper lip. “Ugh. I don’t even know what to say to that.”
Taking my last bite, I swipe some egg goo off my mustache and lick my fingers clean, stand up and lean over the table toward her. Backing away from me, she shudders, but I press my lips to her tiny ear and whisper, “Bet it’s mine.”
