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There’s no hint of mocking or accusation, but I shake my head quickly anyway. I’ve never touched another man like that. Back on the screen, the guys are manhandling each other, pushing each other around, groping and grabbing and slapping each other’s asses. The woman is getting plenty of attention from them both too, but when they turn their attention back to each other there’s something almost primal about it.
I stroke myself faster and rougher. Slater’s thigh is flush against mine and neither of us are doing a damn thing to put any space between us. It’s fine though. It’s not like we’re touching each other’s dicks. My eyes land on his hand on his cock again, the muscles in his forearm flexing with every stroke, his thighs twitching as he subtly jerks his hips to fuck into his fist. He makes huffing, grunting sounds every so often that make my balls draw tighter and my skin feel hot.
I wonder if that’s a porn thing or if guys having sex is actually that rough and… physical. It’s weird to even think of it that way. How much more physical can you get than being naked with someone? But it feels like it’s on a whole different level the way they’re grabbing each other, wrestling like neither one of them wants to give up their dominance, but eagerly moaning every time they’re forced to.
“Would you be into it?” I don’t know where the question comes from, but it’s out of my mouth before I can think twice about it. “Sharing sometime,” I clarify… maybe as much for myself as for him. I’mnotasking if he’d be into biting each other’s lips and licking into each other’s mouths, groaning and swallowing the muffled, panted breaths between us.
My heart thunders and my cock spasms in my fist.
I glance at the screen again, and even now, with one dude balls deep in her pussy and the other fucking her throat, they can’t keep their hands or eyes or mouths off each other. I pinch my nipple with my free hand and hiss, arching into the electric zing that goes straight to my cock, spilling more precum over my fist.
“Yeah,” Slater grunts.
For a hot second I think he’s encouraging me to do it again, so I do, switching to my other nipple and flicking it hard. I moan and my eyelids flutter, my aching balls bouncing with every frantic stroke. Then I realize he was answering my question, not telling me to play with my nipples.
Yeah, he would be into a threeway.
Fuck, yeah, we should do that. Get a pretty thing to sandwich between us, tease sweet little moans out of her. Maybe we could go down on her at the same time. My mind fills with the image of the two of us feasting on a wet pussy together, our tongues bumping each other, hot and slippery.
“Fuck,” I groan, my orgasm rising unexpectedly fast.
Slater moans and our eyes meet. His pupils are wide, obscuring his light irises, and his lips are damp and red like he’s been licking and biting them this whole time. He presses his leg even harder into mine and his eyebrows draw together like he’s trying his damnedest not to finish first this time. Fine, I guess I can take pity on him and let him win this one.
I pinch my nipple one more time and that’s all it takes. My balls constrict and my cock swells in my grip. I gasp and let my head loll back, punching my hips up to fuck into my fist as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint my abs and chest. Over the thundering of my pulse in my ears, I hear a whine slip past Slater’s lips and then a deep, rumbling, relieved groan that tells me he’s coming too.
I pry my eyes open and watch the last few spurts of his orgasm while I stroke myself slowly through lingering aftershocks. I’m not sure why I bothered trying to save my tank top because as soon as my cock starts to soften, I tug it over my head and use it to mop up the mess I made.
Slater chuckles and does the same.
“I’m seriously going to go take that shower now.” I stand up and he playfully whips his cum-soaked shirt at me. I dodge out of the way. “Nasty, dude.”
He just laughs again, and somehow that makes the whole thing feel totally normal. It’s like we said, just a couple of guys goofing off.
CHAPTER TEN
SLATER
“Duuuuuuude,this is going to be so fucking fun.” I jump on AJ’s back and he grunts and stumbles, then laughs.
“If we don’t get rained out.” He looks out the window with a frown at the gray clouds hanging low in the sky while I toss my duffel bag on top of the small pile of camping gear near the door.
“Psh, what’s a little rain? That’s part of the fun of camping, being out in nature, experiencing the elements.” I squeeze his shoulders, noticing some knots in his muscles. He grunts again, almost a moan, and relaxes into my touch.
My stomach flutters and the electric heat I’ve started to associate with AJ fills my veins. In the past two weeks, jerking off together has become an almost nightly routine before we turn in for bed and I’m fucking here for it. We don’t talk about it, which is fine by me because I don’t have the first damn clue what I would say other than “jacking it together makes me come stupid hard, let’s keep doing it.” It’s just a given. We cook dinner—mostly AJ cooks and I help and try not to fuck anything up too badly—then we throw on whatever game or highlightsare on, and eventually our dicks are just out. It’s so gloriously uncomplicated that the last thing I want to do is fuck it all up by mentioning the fluttery electric heat thing I’ve got going on.
“Fine. Don’t bitch to me if your tent leaks then.” He shrugs.
“Bro, it’syourtent. If you gave me a leaky one, I’m definitely going to force you to switch.”
“Oh hell no. You want to be ‘one with nature’ then you can get rained on.” He chuckles and I jump on him again.
I’ve seen this beast squat more than I weigh, but I guess I catch him off guard, because his knees buckle and before I even have time to react, we’re going down. The surprise of taking him out has my chest tightening with hysterical laughter as his beefy body cushions my landing and I end up sprawled on top of him on the floor.
“Ow, you ass,” he mumbles, squirming under me.
“Alpha male supremacy,” I crow, pinning him down harder and cackling.
AJ bucks, laughing and grumbling as he tries to dislodge me. I use my hips to hold him down, and in the scuffle my cock ends up pressed into the warm crevasse between his mountainous ass cheeks. My breath catches and all the blood in my body rushes south. He goes still underneath me for a second and then he arches his back and presses his ass harder against my now fully stiff cock.
