Page 30 of Brushed and Buried
“Bloody hell, that’s filthy and hot,” Trevor breathes, his voice thick with arousal. Lance and George curse, while Vince just smirks like my dick just made him proud. He tilts his head toward my feet. My socks are next.
Now I’m down to just my boxers, the final flimsy barrier between me and complete exposure. My whole body hums, buzzing and raw, alive under their relentless gaze.
Scores: Lance – 1. George – 1. Trevor – 1. Vince – 0.
Lance does not waste any time spinning the bottle. It stops at Vince.
Vince leans back, arms crossed, calm as ever, and picks truth.
“Alright,” he says, voice low, almost nonchalant. “What’s the name of the person you were imagining when someone was sucking your cock?”
I freeze. The other boys’ jaws drop slightly, even Lance looks like he didn’t expect him to go that deep.
I glance at Vince. His eyes are sharp and unreadable, and I can also see a flicker of jealousy. Maybe.
I bite my lip. “Uh…I…” I hesitate. I can’t say it. If I speak the name, I’ll out him. I am not sure if he wants them to know about our history, so I just shake my head.
Vince tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re not answering?”
I shrug, trying to sound like I don’t care what they’ll do to me. “Nah. I don’t tell.”
Lance whistles low. “Damn. Easy point for Vince, then.” He claps once.
The other boys lean in with their eyes hungry, and I feel their stares burn over me. I peel off my boxers, taking my time with it, letting instinct guide the rhythm. My cock comes into full view, the tip glistening, stiff and pointing up.
“Well, damn, Adrian. I saw it once, thought it was a fluke that I got hard seeing another man’s dick, but now I still have the same reaction,” Trevor says, groaning and moaning.
“I know, right? It’s the way he peels off his boxers. You have a way with your hips, Pretty Boy,” Lance whistles, adjusting his own erection. “Thanks to Holloway, he made sure you’re going to say no and strip by default.”
“Do we still get to play?” George asks, eyebrows raised. “He’s got nothing left to strip.”
Vince leans back, voice calm but dangerous. “We carry on.” He leans forward just slightly, eyes boring into me. “He’s our entertainment. We get to do whatever we like to him, right, Adrian?”
Trevor laughs, nudging George. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”
Heat spreads through my face under their stares. “Oh,” I say, voice teasing. “I’m just glad I don’t bore you too much.”
George grins, low and sharp. “Bored? Trust me, bored is the last thing my cock feels right now.”
Lance practically chokes on a laugh, high–pitched. “G! What a filthy mouth! You letting that monstrosity of a cock come out and play again? Think Adrian can handle it?”
I swallow hard, a shiver running down me. Part of me is scared that I might like this too much, especially with Vince watching. I’ve been wondering for days what he thinks of me like this, exposed, not only to him but also to his friends.
Trevor makes a low sound of appreciation. “Look at that tip, shiny as hell. You’re teasing us, Adrian.”
“Shut up,” I say weakly, but my body’s straining under their combined attention.
Vince’s gaze doesn’t leave me. He leans back with arms crossed, eyes dark and hungry. “We keep playing,” he says. “And you? You’re going to make this worth our time.”
I glance at the other boys, all of them already buzzing and twitching, waiting for the next round. Their heat is contagious, awakening something in me that aches for whatever they want next.
Scores: Lance – 1. George – 1. Trevor – 1. Vince – 1.
Lance spins the bottle again, and it lands on Vince. The room hushes for a beat, everyone leaning in like they’re waiting for a spark. Vince doesn’t even need to say anything. We all know what he’ll choose. I just brace myself.
He slides closer, hand ghosting over my body. His knuckle drags over my taint, then his palm cups my balls, thumb brushing my tip. I can’t help it. My head falls back, a sharp gasp ripping out of me. My hand flies to my cock, slick with precum, gripping it as I spread wider. I bend my knees, offering every inch of me, my nipples, cock, and ass, to their eyes.
Lance leans back, his voice teasing. “You better watch it, Adrian. That’s not even the only type of touch you’ll get.”
