Looking to get groped tonight
Nolan had accepted a long time ago that he was allowed to be in love with Cole and Baby, and to remain straight. That fact had not dampened his interest in girls, and he had yet to meet any other guys who had this effect on him, so he’d made his peace with it and tried to act in as relaxed a manner as he could. That wasn’t always easy.
He had kissed Baby hundreds of times but Cole only a dozen, during a single night. First spring break, the year before, they had had a threesome with a very enthusiastic girl who had wanted them to kiss. So they did. More than a year later, he still thought about it. Kissing Cole while fucking her, thinking how he should be kissing Cole while fucking him.
Nolan hadn’t pushed for a repeat performance. In truth, he was in a bit of a bind. He wanted both of the brothers’ cherries but getting one would block getting another, most like. And he couldn’t put a value on either, could not rank them. Cole was supposed to be his, if he ever went for a man, that was for sure. But he wanted Baby to carry him for life, to always remember, whenever a man pushed himself into any of his holes, Nolan had been there first.
Well, Nolan and Tino. Fuck.
Nolan was mixing a large pitcher of rum-and-stuff in the open kitchen when Asher came down from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, to pull clothes out of the gym bag he’d left on the couch. “Where’s the babe?”
“Getting dressed, coming down.” Asher looked chastised, which was surprising for a man Cole had told him had just had a pretty pornographic experience upstairs. “Party started outside?”
“Slowly. Cam’s coke guy showed up, left, but we’re waiting for drinks.”
“You’re making?” Asher pulled out yet another par of white Calvins, then the tiniest sports shorts Nolan had ever seen, and no shirt. Long socks and Adidas slides and the man was dressed.
“White rum, dark rum, bit of sugar syrup, and I’m mixing kiwis and mint. Lemonade, after.”
“Fuck, man, that’s not what I need right now.” Asher joined him at the kitchen island and poured himself a whole hand’s worth of fingers of whisky, drank half. “Kid’s a riot, Nolan,” he said, looking at nothing right in front of him. “I think we misunderestimated him.”
“Well, he fooled you once, so, you can’t get fooled again,” Nolan replied with the accent and everything. The strange look Asher shot him suggested he missed the reference. “Didn’t you not enjoy it?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, man, I worked all afternoon to get a blowjob out of Baby and, somehow, he managed to talk me into something I already wanted. Just, like, more. It’s like… I called him a bitch. And a fag, I think.”
“Oh, Cole told me. Nice work, Mister Man.”
“Not funny. I just…”
“You just, what? You came here today looking to get your dick sucked. By our collective little brother.”
“I know, when you put it like that… But I did not, like… I didn’t come in here to fuck his face.”
“I did.” Nolan shrugged. “To be clear, the first thing any of us ever did with Baby was get his ass ate. We are not dealing with a shy virgin, here, just a virgin.”
“Yeah, I think…” Asher finished his drink in one go. “I thought Baby was, like, shy and awkward but that’s actually when he’s with other people. Not with us. With us, he’s like… a demon twink.”
“Well, I don’t think we should worry that much,” said Nolan, dumping his minty kiwi slurry into his mix of rum and sugar.
“You’ll see,” said Asher ominously as he served himself another hand of whisky before joining the other on the patio.
Nolan did not have to wait long to see. Baby came down dressed in a light shirt of white lace that allowed people to count his ribs, and soft high waisted shorts. “Baby, you are 90% skin, tonight.”
Baby planted himself in front of Nolan and spun around. “But what do you think?”
Nolan whistled. “Ten out of ten, Babe. You’re really taking advantage of that summer weather.”
“Eh, I’m looking to get groped tonight,” shrugged Baby, coming to take Asher’s place next to Nolan as Nolan was now filling the largest salad bowl he’d found with ice cubes. Baby pulled himself a glass, stole two icecubes, and poured himself a rum. Neat. “I have found all of you to be too shy, but especially you, man. Let’s be upfront with each other.” He turned and leaned on the kitchen island, facing him, hips swaying even at rest. “Are you letting all the white boys go first so you can cuck them after? Or are you being nice to Cole?”
“God fucking damn, Baby.”
Baby sighed. “I know, but I’m, like… I have two months before I go off to college, and yes, y’all will be there to protect me just like before you left high school, and we’ll see each other all the time, and there will be ample opportunity, yadda yadda, fucking blah. I just don’t want to waste time. Parents gone, perfect summer, I’m hot and hot to go, so let’s move on. In that interest, yes, I know about your thing with white boys. I know that all it takes with Asher is to tell him he’s pretty, I know Hunt is like, in love with Cole, or wants to kill him, or both, it’s been like that since kindergarten. I know Cam’s crazy and Olly’s a fumbler. Let’s not pretend.”
“I was just taking my time and sizing you up, seeing how you wanted to play this,” said Nolan, smiling, pouring his pitcher into the salad bowl. “Now I see you want to play-play this. Are you making it into a game? Competition to see who gets it?”
“Yes and no.” Baby looked out at the patio, his brother and friends there. “It’s definitely going to be one of you, you know. I just don’t like the idea of pursuing a guy to be my boyfriend and putting all this pressure on the relationship with the virginity thing, but I’m not gonna like, lose it with a Grindr rando. There’s no pressure with you guys, but it’s still memorable and satisfying.”
“That’s my pitch for why it should be me.”
“Nolan,” with a tone of reproach. “First off, it’s not cool to the others if I just give you dibs out of, what, years of service? Everyone’s kissed me and played the game, and I felt every single on of you get hard during those kisses. Second, I’m not gonna make a choice before I’ve tried stuff with every one of you. And third,” and Baby approached, took the bottle of lemonade Nolan had just opened out of his hand to discard it on the table, and grabbed Nolan’s crotch. “Do I really want to start with the one who’s bragging he has the biggest one in the group?” And he started massaging Nolan’s cock.
“Don’t tease me, man, I’m gonna have to move around with that boner all night.”
“I’m just making my list, checking it twice,” whispered Baby, hand relentless around Nolan’s growing cock, “and it seems to me you deserve your bragging rights. However,” and there was a gunshot in that however, “that does mean I’m gonna consider carefully whether you should be first. Being horny and in a bit of a rush doesn’t mean I’m unreasonable.”
“Fair.” Nolan was disappointed but that kind of behavior, half self-assured and predatory, half careful and considerate, that was exactly what he’d helped Baby grow into all these years, and what he wanted to see out of him. “You’re handling yourself, I get that.”
“I’m handling you too, right now,” laughed Baby. “I’ll stop and leave you in peace if you give me a kiss. And,” pushing a finger against Nolan’s lips as he was already moving in for his make out sesh’, “if you swear to compete in good faith later, with the others, for whoever gets to sleep in my bed tonight. Because I truly haven’t decided.”
“Aah, even Ash gets a chance? He already came?”
Baby mocked him openly with his laughter, now. “Do you think I’ve imposed rules like one nut per day per guy?”
“You should,” moving in for that kiss, now, “otherwise you’re gonna be the world’s busiest little cocksucker.”
Baby tasted of toothpaste and rum. As he kissed him, softly first, he couldn’t help but moan his love, grab the Babe by the cheeks, and deepen it with a searching tongue, grasping lips, bated breaths.
***
Cole watched the evening escalate with fascination. And a hard-on.
He’d seen Baby in those clothes before, but never paired together. The lace shirt had been worn with thick, vintage cardigans and chinos, the spice in the outfit. The little shorts had come out in summer but always paired with one of Cole’s big jerseys or a shirt stolen from their dad. The combination was clearly appreciated by the guys.
Baby used it as a weapon of mass erections. As he came out of the house with Nolan, carrying a salad bowl of fruity alcohol, Solo cups, loose bottles of liquor and smiles that announced a riot, Baby had drawn all eyes to him. The whole of him.
Camden had been the first one to move in, his nose glittering in coke leftovers, wrapping his big arms around Baby’s waist and sliding in for a kiss. “Damn, Baby,” with a two-syllable damn, “you really went for it.”
“I wanted to look pretty for my boys,” he smiled as he melted into the kiss. A few seconds later, Cam was pushing him against the patio table, raising Baby to sit his ass on it, pushing himself in between those naked legs. With two fingers, he pushed Baby’s mouth open, and spat in it. Baby swallowed with a wink. “That’s my Cam,” he just said, a satisfied sigh in his voice.
“You want some more, Baby?” Cam licked his lips. As soon as Baby nodded, he pushed his mouth open again, three fingers, and spat three times. “I love it when you swallow me,” he whispered as he caressed Baby’s throat during the act.
Baby wiped the coke off Cam’s nose with light fingers. “No French manicure, but I’ll wipe away that residue,” he said with a smile. “Is there some for me?”
“There is not,” intervened Cole with as steely a voice as he could. “You are only eighteen, young man.”
“Here’s me forgetting coke is legal only for twenty year olds.”
“There is a difference,” Cole tried, knowing he’d lost already. “You…, well.”
“I can do a bit of cocaine, if I want, is what you’re not happy to have to say.”
Cole threw his arms up and went up to the table to pour himself so… green stuff. “Do not take too much. And do not let Cam define too much.”
“I’ll take my cue from Nolan, do not worry.” Baby booped his nose with his fingers. “Not partaking?”
“I do not like myself on coke.”
“Oh, bro.” Baby turned to Cam, and pushed both his hands over Cam’s ears. “Just a sec,” before lowering his voice for Cole, “you afraid you’re gonna kill Hunter if you take some?”
“Kinda, and I don’t like it when you do that.” He turned an accusing finger to his brother. “Not too much coke, don’t drink yourself blind.”
“Not planning to. I’m taking someone up to my room, tonight, and I wanna do stuff, not snore.”
Of course, Cole knew that was going to happen. Previously, they’d always distributed themselves easily. Cole and someone in his bed, two in the parents’ bed, Nolan on the biggest couch, someone on the last couch. But now… “Which one?”
“Don’t know yet. Why? You wanna choose?”
Cole shrugged, to pretend that was a situation in which he would shrug. “Could I?”
Baby shrugged too, but probably because he was cool as cucumber. “Could be fun, but not so soon. You can suggest.”
Cole looked around. Cam patiently waiting for his ears to be free, his hands caressing up and down the inside of Baby’s thighs. Olly pretending to scroll not far away, throwing looks. Hunter, chastised on a chair, already drinking green stuff and scrolling for real so as not to look up. Ash choosing the music, still looking a little uneasy. Nolan filling up, smiling wryly at Baby’s back. And Tino, who’d started it all, busy arranging himself with a cup in one hand, a joint in the other, with the pool in the background for a story. “Surprise me.”
“Fun!” And Baby went back to kissing Cam.
All evening, he was passed around. He started off on Cam’s knees but soon moved on to Tino, who claimed he was being ignored because he’d already put out. Soon, Nolan was pulling Baby up and they started dancing, closer and closer, until Nolan’s fingers were tracing Baby’s cheeks right under his tiny shorts. A little later, Baby took Olly out poolside to smoke a joint and take selfies, and ended up straddling him on a lounger and wildly making out, Olly’s awkward “You’re so cute,” and “You taste like kiwi,” echoing against the garden walls.
To Cole’s delight, Baby spent a good hour out there with Olly, kissing and groping like teenagers. Baby took the skater boy’s shirt off and kissed his skinny, wiry chest, complimented him, licked his treasure trail down to his briefs. And they laughed. All throughout, half-drunk, half-overwhelmed with arousal, they kept laughing at everything, each other, and nothing. It did feel good to watch.
But then, they came back. Yes, hand in hand, but they separated quick, Baby to ask Nolan if he could try coke under supervision, and Olly grabbed by Ash and Cam, congratulated and lightly hazed.
Baby had a bump and Nolan turned the music up, got everyone dancing, and told him to enjoy the rush. And he did. He soon grabbed Asher and kissed him, called him a stud, and patted him on the ass for a good job. The laughing fit was spreading and even Cole was in a good mood.
That is, until during the dancing, Hunter got close to Baby and kissed him again. Willingly. He went there and did it, with his big hands on Cole’s little brother. At least, once done, Hunter had the decency to shoot a guilty look his way.
He cornered Hunter in the kitchen about an hour later, following him after he’d announced a little too loud that he was slowing down and getting himself a can of the other type of coke. Cole felt himself acting crazy as he approached silently, behind Hunter’s back, waiting for him to close the fridge and turn around and have a jumpscare.
And it worked, too. “Fuck, Cole, fuck!” The can fell off his hand and rolled in a corner. Hunter back off slowly, finding himself immediately pushed against the fridge. “Didn’t hear you… hey.”
“Hey, Hunt.” And Cole pushed himself against him, each of his arms keeping him in place. “You now owe me two kisses, asshole.” One of his hands snaked up to Hunter’s cheek and he caressed it as a lover would. When he wanted to choke him. “Why do it, bro?”
“Fuck off, man. You know Baby wants it.”
“And I know you want this.” Cole pushed his now several hours old erection against Hunter’s. “No one’s innocent here.”
“I’m… I’m just like the others, bro,” Hunter whispered with difficulty, his eyes not leaving Cole’s lips, “we got caught in it and now, it’s like, we want this.”
“Do you want this?” Cole insisted, grinding himself without subtlety. “Do you want to slide your dirty cock inside my little brother’s pristine pussy? Do you want to be the first one to breed him? Do you want to make me feel it?”
Hunter had answered all previous questions with “Fuck!” and now, with a pained look, he admitted, “Fuck, yeah…”
Cole did choke him, this time, but softer than he thought he would, not to hurt but to enhance the kiss he pushed into Hunter’s lips at the same time, to emphasize the forcefulness of his tongue forcing its way between lips and starting a fight for dominance with Hunter’s, to milk more spit out of that throat he both wanted to break and invade. There were years in that kiss.
It didn’t stop for a while. And it wasn’t elegant. Two horny boys pushing against each other, the fridge hitting the wall and falling back into place, painfully hard cocks trapped in suddenly too tight jeans, saliva dripping over their faces, necks, shirts. In the end they left each other panting, each backing to a different corner of the room. Before Hunter left with his can, Cole said, “Careful not to get yourself selected to sleep in Baby’s bed, tonight, pretty boy.”
***
The thing about Camden is that he was sort of obsessed with anal, and not in a good way because he’d never done it and just couldn’t stop fucking thinking about. So he told himself the whole thing with Baby was a test. Yeah, it was a prime opportunity for anal, of course, but Baby seemed to have a plan. They were close, but not like Baby was close with Nolan after all the years, or with Olly due to similar maturity levels. So Cam knew he couldn’t really claim that cherry, unless of course he made himself uniquely appealing to Baby.
All he had to do was hold back. Just be cool.
Of course, Cam couldn’t be cool. He had never been. He’d kissed Baby in the pool and not pushed too much, so he thought he was doing a little too good and got himself some coke. With everyone around and Cole keeping an eye out, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t lose control, or couldn’t without serious consequences.
He succeeded. He kissed Baby and they did the spitting game, Baby sat on his lap and, to be clear, grinded on his cock for half an hour, asking for spit and making jokes. Camden didn’t push, kept his fingers mostly to thighs, ribs, neck, sometimes the inside of Baby’s mouth. He responded to the jokes, didn’t brag, didn’t insist. He left Baby go off to the other guys, live his teenage dream with Olly by the pool and just kept on partying, thinking, maybe tonight, maybe another.
Camden was pretty proud of himself. When Baby came back to him, ultimately, as the music turned down after midnight and they all switched to smoking by the pool, Cam felt confident with himself. He’d had just the right amount of everything: coke to keep him energized, weed to keep him civilized, alcohol to make him laugh and dance. So when he had an idea, mid-kiss with Baby, he decided to go for it, trusting himself enough not to take it too far.
He leaned in and whispered in Baby’s ear, “So, you decided who you’re sleeping with tonight?”
“Not yet. Why?”
“I was thinking,” licking his lips, laying a little kiss on Baby’s cheek before going back to his ear, “like, you seem to want to play around with us, get a taste and a feel, yeah? And that feels really good, I bet -“
“Oh, I try,” laughed Baby.
“Yeah, but, Babe, life’s not gonna be just servicing boys, what about you? I was thinking,” Cam kept going, giving a little kiss to Baby’s ear, “what if we sixty-nined and you could explore my cock and balls while I eat your boypussy? This way you can go your own speed, and you can also try something new that feels really good…”
Baby’s breath was labored now and his hand found Camden’s crotch. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, Babe, I wanna do this for you… I promise, no fingers, no working an angle to fuck you tonight, just…,” he kissed Baby’s mouth, this time, giving the kid his tongue to to taste, which he did eagerly. “Just wanna eat that pussy.” Camden could feel the conversation slowing around them and eyes turning to his crotch as Baby’s hand squeezed his cock.
Baby just smiled. “Damn, Cam,” with a two-syllable damn, “that’s a hell of a pitch.”
They stayed in the garden with the boys for two more hours, smoking, playing cards and I Never, until finally the party broke down. Cole and Nolan started putting the mess away while Ash organized the sleeping arrangements by asking, first, and awkwardly, “So, Cam…”
“Cam’s with me tonight,” announced Baby decisively.
“Alright, so I guess there’s a bed space for me, tonight. Nolan, big couch? Okay. Olly?”
“I’m just gonna crash with Cole again, he doesn’t snore. If that’s okay.”
“Hunt?” asked Ash. “Parents’ bed?”
And they went to bed, Camden going up the stairs led up by Baby, holding his hand. He couldn’t really believe he’d won the night, and kinda felt bad for Olly to have swept in last minute, but as soon as he entered Baby’s bedroom and saw that perky little ass in these tiny fucking shorts sway its way to the bed, he knew he’d made the right choice.
Baby removed his shorts, pushed him to the bed, straddled him, and kissed him. “You’re such a nice boy, Cam, wanting to eat my little pussy,” knowing exactly how his kitty-cat purr way of saying shit like that drove Cam hard, “it’s, like, so far from your reputation…”
“Oh, I have a reputation?” Knowing exactly how he did.
“Not a clear one, actually,” laughed Baby in his mouth, between kisses. “Cam’s crazy, the guys say, but they don’t say how? So, what? You like pissing in a bitch, or what?”
Cam shuddered. “Don’t – Babe, it’s -“
“Again, not a child, resting my full ass on your cock, right now.”
Cam held him in his arms, drawing him close. “Look, Baby… I just, I’m gonna tell you the truth, okay? But I want you to know, if you choose me, and,” he gave Baby a quick kiss, “I don’t really think you’re gonna choose me, but if you did, I wouldn’t push to do any of that to you, not at first. Not even the second time.”
Baby drew back. Cam was somewhat proud it seemed he was the first to have shocked the kid in any way. “Ok, you simply have to tell me, now.”
Cam sighed. “I just… I just, like, enjoy shoving a lot of stuff… like, a lot of stuff in an asshole. Girls only let you do it with dildos, if ever, but… I’ve always wanted to do it with, like, other things, things that aren’t for that and…” He wasn’t even looking at Baby any more, more at the door, past him. “I like it when it gapes.” He raised his eyes and saw an intense look on Baby’s face, one he didn’t decipher immediately. “You scared of me, now?”
“Fuck no, bro, I need to sixty nine with you right the fuck now.” Baby gave him a kiss that was more just a tongue shoving itself in Cam’s mouth, before he drew back. “You’re right, not… that’s not the type of shit I wanna do when losing my virginity but… I promise you, when I know what I’m doing with the boypussy, it will be yours to stretch.” Baby grabbed him by the cheeks and looked at him in the eyes. “You better shove beer bottles in there, big boy.”
Cam grabbed him. Seconds later he was laying on the bed, reclining on Baby’s pillows, Baby backwards over him. “Can I rip your -“
“Yes, fuck, yes, just-” Cam ripped his boxers off in one go, not letting go of the fabric until it was two distinct pieces he let drop at the sides of the bed.
The boypussy offered itself to him. It was minuscule, looking like it would never give up on its tightness. It was pink, perfect. Baby was shuffling with Cam’s shorts and boxers, trying to take his cock out but Camden couldn’t move anymore. That hole.
He was gonna shove beer bottles up that hole, one hundred percent. He had promised only tongue, tonight, but even if he wasn’t the first to fuck Baby, he’d stick fingers in there before he lost his virginity. Not right now, not tonight, but he’d talk to him about it. Tongue first, then fingers, then someone’s easy to handle cock and kinks, then him. Camden didn’t even want to be the first one. He was voting for his best friend Olly, the kid of the group, even though they were all the same age. And it would be fun, going after Olly. Sharing that experience.
He was gonna shove his whole cock in that hole, alongside a dildo and some fingers. He was gonna convince Nolan they should double penetrate this hole. He was, he was, he was.
Camden plunged his face in, spreading Baby’s cheeks with his hands. He went in tongue first and started making out with the little hole, trying to tease it open, kissing it, getting sloppy within the first thirty seconds. Baby’s moan was loud, breaking through the bedroom and probably the house. His hands gave up the search for Cam’s cock as he used them to hold himself up while his whole body shook.
There was no time to let Baby enjoy it, he would get used to the feeling over the hours Camden planned on spending with his tongue up that boypussy tonight. He kept on going, tasting deeper and deeper. Kid was already well aware of what he was doing: the hole was perfectly clean, like he wasn’t sure when and where he was gonna lose it.
Camden stopped spreading the ass cheeks and let them wrap around his face, allowing Baby to settle over him. He used his hands to remove the kid’s lace shirt and stoke his back.
“Fuck, Cam…” those were the only words he could form. He let out moans, whimpers, soft and loud screams, onomatopeia Cam couldn’t even name, some human and some animal. It was only a few minutes in that Baby managed to bend back towards Cam’s crotch and take his cock out. “Shit, man…” Cam knew he wasn’t the longest, a bit over seven inches, but he was probably the thickest. As Baby groped the cock, his hand couldn’t wrap fully around it. “Why you…, shit,” as Cam’s tongue kissed his ass deeper, “why you think you…, need bottles, man… you’ve got a beer can cock…”
Soon the tip of his cock was being washed and kissed by Baby’s lips and tongue, as the kid’s moan made it vibrate. Cam would go back for a proper blowjob later. Baby could barely concentrate as he kept kissing that hole and licking into it, finding the edges and pressing to get in, getting out as soon as he penetrated it and starting over again, offering something he always gave and had to give again and again so it would last.
Still, with time passing, Baby managed to do more and more. “Your cock is so fucking fat, Cam, so fucking beautiful…, you’re gonna stretch me so good with it.” He slapped his face with it and liked it up and down to make it sloppy and easier to slide down. “You’re being so good to my pussy, Cam…”
Every time he said the word, Cam pushed in harder, grunting like an animal.
***
Cole wouldn’t sleep until it stopped. They shared a wall, so he could hear the least of Baby’s breaths catching in his throat, every single purr growing louder as, apparently, Camden was fucking him with his tongue. Since it had started, two hours ago, Cole had shifted about sixteen thousand times in the bed.
Next to him, Olly was just as bad. Huffing and puffing, the boy was. “I’m gonna die, Cole,” he whispered, right around the time they started hearing Baby make throat noises. “All I can think about is eating pussy, now.”
“Shit, the same.” They were both in boxers and the moon was bright enough that Cole could see Olly was just as hard as he was. “Fuck it, Olly, let’s just…, let’s just smoke one,” he said as he rose, turned on his night lamp and grabbed his pipe and weed, “and, honestly, jack off.”
Olly looked at him like Cole had suggested killing someone. “Bro! You sure?”
“Fuck, I’m not sleeping on this hard on. If you don’t wanna join, watch, and if you don’t wanna watch, there’s gotta be a couch somewhere. Sorry.” He filled the pipe with weed, his movements a bit too aggressive. A click of the lighter and he was pulling in as much smoke as he could before passing the pipe to Olly.
“Fuck,” said Olly before he took a drag. “It’s made me so fucking horny as well.”
“This house is gonna be like that all summer, I’m afraid.”
Olly smoked some more and started groping himself. “You really don’t mind? Both of us in the same bed?”
“Never done it with Cam?”
Olly made the big eyes. “Cam?”
“Best friend, you know? I’ve done it with Hunter.”
“I thought that was because you guys were in love or some shit,” laughed Olly. He got elbowed in the ribs. “Sorry, but like…everyone sees it.”
“Well,” Cole said, grabbing his own cock through his boxers, “I’m allowed to cheat on him.” Olly gave him the pipe back and Cole filled it back up, aware his friend was looking at his bulge. “Never seen a real life cock?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Worried I’m bigger?” asked Cole as he gave him the filled-up pipe.
“Fuck, yeah. Not above admitting that.”
“On three, let’s say how long.” They exchanged a look and a dumb smile as they heard Baby moan like a madman in the background. “One, two, three.”
They both said seven at the same time and laughed.
Behind the wall, they heard Baby say, “I think that was two-thirds, man,” and Cam laugh before slurping sounds started again. Cole and Olly started jacking off, politely, underneath boxers.
“If I take off my boxers, are you gonna look?” asked Cole.
Olly took a breath and held in his answer, before saying, “Want me to?”
“I’m gonna watch if you take yours off.”
They giggled as they undressed. The weed helped, but it did feel like teenage shit. They even were watching the same porn, in a way, by jacking off looking at the wall that connected Cole and Baby’s bedroom.
Olly’s cock was crooked, Cole noticed, and unevenly thick, about as thick as his at the top, and slimmer at the root. Cole was looking at him too, mouth half open around the pipe stuck in his teeth. Cole reached and grabbed for the pipe, kept looking through the smoke. “I want it to be you. First,” he whispered.
Olly’s eyebrows shot up. “First, like… for Baby?”
“Yeah. You’re a good kid, Olly.”
He bit his lip and laughed. “Y’all gotta stop calling me a kid. I was born two months before you.”
“But you’re perfect for Baby… you’re, like…” and Cole’s eyes drifted from Olly’s face to his hand, slowly massaging his crooked cock, “you’re the guy he should have dated in high school.”
“Saying I’m immature when we’re jerking off like kids in your bed.”
They laughed. Olly’s abs tensed as he did. They were there, even though he looked like a skinny kid, honed from hours at the skate park. Like his legs, too long and seeming like two sticks, but now Cole could see muscles under that light sheen of copper hair.
“I like your feet,” whispered Olly. Cole realized he was looking at him back, detailing him as well. Instead of going face to cock, he’d gone from face to cock to feet. “They’re long and skinny.”
Cole raised his legs to lay his feet on Olly’s thighs. Olly’s free hand shot down and caressed them, before he said, “Shit, are you, like -“
“Put your cock in there.” He wasn’t really sure why he said it. Cole wanted to be wanted, that was for sure, and he was seeing something in Olly he’d never seen before.
Olly’s breath had caught but he was looking at the feet, not Cole. “You… you sure, man?”
Cole twisted in the bed, bringing his feet up to Olly’s cock to grab it, making his friend shiver. “Fuck into them, go ahead.”
Olly’s hips moved hesitantly at first, but after three thrusts against Cole’s soles, he gave up on being shy and started using his feet as a fleshlight. One of his hands extented to Cole’s shoulder, trying to bring him closer even as his extended legs and feet kept him far, while Olly’s other hand tried to grab at his cock. He couldn’t really reach it, but the tips of his fingers started playing relentlessly with Cole’s wet tip, mixing the precum and trying to make him come.
Behind the wall, Baby kept begging for more tongue in between two wet, choking noises. But they were just breathy and slick sounds now, moving at a weird but determined rhythm.
The moment Cole felt himself ready to come, his own arm reached out to grab the back of Olly’s head. They anchored their eyes in each other’s. “Fuck my feet, bro, just fuck them like you’re gonna fuck my little brother,” Cole whispered. He was about to blow up. With his feet, he squeezed Olly’s cock as hard as he could, milking it for all the cum it would give. “Take my feet’s virginity, bro.”
That did it. In a shared groan that still managed to be drowned by Baby’s whining in pleasure, they came over the bed. Cole’s cum covered Olly’s fingers while Olly’s covered his soles as the kid kept fucking into them, like it was better than any pussy he’d ever gotten.
They didn’t mean to, originally, with Cole’s legs falling back into a natural position and Olly wiping his hands on the sheets, but they ended up sleeping face to face and almost cock to cock, with Olly’s face against Cole’s chest and Cole’s arms around Olly’s back, the head of their softened but still wet cocks less than an inch from each other.
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