Page 40 of Teach Me To Sin

“Oh god,” I whimper, tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. This is raw proof of the sexuality I’ve been hiding from my whole life, the one that ties me to the father who spewed gay slurs while at the same time assaulting underage boys. I’m scared. But there’s a comforting, breathing weight against my chest and my back, two people I want with a desire so primal and confused I can’t process the thought of choosing between them. Luckily for me, this will all be over before I have to.

I know what’s coming, but my whole body spasms when Colson wraps his big hand firmly around our shafts, because it feels so damn good. He starts slow, with long, practiced pulls like he’s milking us. His own cock is slippery against my back, and he keeps shifting it to find more friction against my skin.

Unsurprisingly, Benji gets impatient and starts rubbing his shaft against mine, lubricated by our precum and held together by Colson’s grip. His erection drags along my entire cock at once, from tip to base, with perfect friction. The room started out chilly, but now I’m trapped in the furnace of three aroused bodies wrapped around each other.

Benji buries his face in my neck, moaning rhythmically as he speeds up his hips. Colson’s teeth dig into my shoulder, and I’m ruined the moment he coordinates his hand with Benji’s thrusts. Iexplode. If I came that hard jerking off at home, I’d be thrashing around on the bed, working my body through the aftershocks. Here, there’s nowhere for me to go, no way to control the sensation. From the middle of a crushing, blinding wave of pleasure, I can hear myself sobbing as I writhe and struggle between them, shooting pulse after pulse of hot cum all over Benji.

Colson keeps stroking until there’s literally nothing left and I’m crying for him to stop. I shove my face into the darkness between the comforter and Benji’s shoulder and try to ground my emptied-out body in something, anything. The pressure around my cock is replaced with strong arms pulling me back against Colson’s toned, hair-dusted chest. Benji kisses under my ear and calls me incredible, perfect things that I can’t comprehend or remember. For a moment, I feel safer than I can remember being since I was thirteen and realized the man who was supposed to take care of me and teach me how to be a man was actually a soulless monster.

The dull hotel light blinds me when I lift my head, blinking tears out of my eyes. As Benji comes into focus, I realize he’s cupping his dark-flushed, unsatisfied erection. And Colson’s still jabbing my lower back like a steel rod. I wipe my eyes with a shaky hand. “I don’t know a dirty way to ask what happens now,” I croak.

A sunrise of a smile dawns over Benji’s face. “You’re adorable.” He nods at Colson, who gently rolls me onto my back so we can look at each other. A grin tugs at his lips when he sees me all used up and tear-streaked.

“You’ve got cum on your chin,” he rumbles, swiping it with his thumb. Instead of cleaning it off, he brings it to my mouth. “A gay man should always know how he tastes. It’s an unspoken rule.”

“Oh.” Feeling awkward and weirdly aroused, I part my lips for his finger. He lets me lick the rough skin clean, then suck gently. The strong, sharp flavor makes me wonder how the two of them would feel on my tongue.

As Colson replaces his thumb with a quick, pleased kiss, Benji snickers. The lawyer shoots him a warning look, but that just makes him laugh harder. “You’re full of shit.”

“What?” When I look between them, Benji dissolves into slightly unhinged laughter.

“There’s no gay rule about cum,” he gasps. “The kinky old man just wanted to see you do it.”

“I’d look out if I were you,” Colson growls, pointing at Benji. “I believe I get you next, and I don’t have to be gentle.” He turns back to me and smooths my hair off my forehead. He’s being so careful with me, in a way I don’t think he’d want to admit he was capable of. “You did perfectly. You’re gorgeous.”

“Tell me I’m gorgeous too.” Benji prances around the mattress on all fours, waggling his ass tauntingly. “If you want a taste of this.”

Colson ignores him, framing my jaw with his fingers. “Do you want to watch and see how men do it?” My chest tightens a little. If this weren’t the only time, maybe I’d be learning how to fuck and be fucked by them someday. As it is, I guess I’m taking notes for a future boyfriend. Just thinking those three words makes me feel queasy. I nod, and his intense face relaxes a little. “Don’t panic. We’re going to give this little monster what he needs, but it doesn’t have to be so rough for you.”

Benji bounces up on his knees, grinning, my cum glistening on his skin. He’s drunk on arousal and trying to get Colson as wound up as humanly possible. “Because Alek is your perfect, perfect princess and you’ll give him anything he wants.”

I almost laugh. Colson and Benji have the same sense of humor, the same snotty attitude, the same wildness. They’re obsessed with each other. Pretty much the nicest thing Colson has ever said to me wasI can’t express how much you annoy me. If anyone’s the odd one out tonight, it’s me. But before I can say anything, Colson dives over me and tackles Benji.

Screeching in a way that makes me glad the adjoining room also belongs to us, Benji thrashes and kicks and punches with his full strength. If he weren’t laughing helplessly, I’d think they were really fighting. He’s wiry and fast, but Colson holds his own until he can flip his prey onto his face and pin him down with his full weight. Benji moans and fists the comforter as Colson rubs his cock along his raised ass, like a predator marking its territory.

“Alek?” Colson catches my attention. “Can you grab the lube I’m sure this animal has in his suitcase?” When he glances at me, his eyes drop to my cock and I realize I’m fondling it as I watch. Shooting me a grin, he waits for me to stumble across the room and dig around in the utter chaos of Benji’s possessions.

When I return with a half-full travel bottle of lube, Benji struggles until his flushed face is free of the covers. “No fingers. Too slow.”

Colson’s brow furrows, but his eyes look hungry. “You sure?”

“I dare you.”

Colson grabs Benji’s arms and pins them behind his back, then moves his hips so I can see the man’s perky ass cheeks spread apart and waiting. “Get my cock ready for me?”

When I realize that he means exactly what I think he means, I fumble the lid off and squirt way too much cold gel over my fingers. It’s the first time I’ve touched another man’s cock.

“You can do it,” he murmurs soothingly when I hesitate. His voice turns wry as he adds, “And if you don’t, Benji will die with his un-fucked ass in the air.”

As if to emphasize his point, the boy in question squirms and whimpers. Swallowing against my dry throat, I wrap my fingers around Colson’s considerable girth. His breath catches, and he lets out a soft hum of pleasure that gives me the courage to jerk him off until he’s coated in lube from tip to base.

Benji makes aneepsound when Colson lifts his hips and pushes his knees further apart, leaving his stiff junk dangling in mid-air with no stimulation. “Do you want me to use you?” Colson murmurs, stroking Benji’s exposed balls until he struggles desperately. “Force you open with no prep just so I can feel good?”

“Hurry the fuck up,” Benji snarls, testing the grip on his arms. He yelps when Colson tugs his balls warningly.

“Ask me.”

“Pleasehurry the fuck up.”

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