“And?” Ryker asks.
I pop open the catch on my jeans, no longer caring for the listening walls or the nosy chairs. My paranoia has vanished, and all I can think about is getting myself off.
“You’re big,” I say. “You’re both really big.”
And they want to puttheminside me. My hole flutters.
“Bigger than that sex toy you had fun with?”
“Definitely,” I reply, and my eyelids drop to half open when I take hold of myself and start to stroke. I keep it slow, matching them, but it’s frustratingly casual. I’m past that, and my wrist aches with the need to go faster.
“You haven’t hung up, which is a good sign.” I pick out the smile in Ryker’s voice. “You like what you see?”
“You’re not shy . . .”
“With each other?” Ryker snorts. “No. Maybe it’s the twin thing. It doesn’t feel weird looking at Liam’s hard cock because it looks exactly like mine. He's got a beautiful cock, don't you think?"
I almost swallow my tongue. "You…you shared my cum."
Ryker hums like it's a fond memory. "Sure did…"
"I didn't want to be greedy," Liam says. "Didn't know when the next time would be. I had to share you."
I shiver, remembering the way Ryker had tipped his head back, his slow swallow as he washed me down his throat.
He smears his cock head against Liam’s lower stomach in a slow and deliberate manner. My hips lift of their own accord, pushing my cock through the fist of my hand.
“Are you always this slow when you touch yourself?”
"Do you hear that, Liam? He's complaining about how we jerk off?"
Liam grumbles, "Maybe we should teach him a lesson…"
I hold my breath when they let go of their own cocks and grab each other’s. My best friends, twin brothers, are touching each other to turn me on . . . and it’s working.
“Liam likes it slow but firm,” Ryker explains. “If your wrist isn’t aching when you jerk him off, you’re not squeezing him hard enough . . .”
Ryker demonstrates and Liam grunts. It looks painful, but a big bead of precum drips from his slit. Ryker catches it with his thumb to show me.
“Ryker likes it fast with a twist at the tip,” Liam says. “He’s quick to come, but his recovery is fast, and he can go again within minutes.”
His hand jerks Ryker’s cock, tugging his foreskin and rubbing over the head.
Ryker moans. “That feels good.”
"Are you…are you fuckingseriousright now?" The last few words from my mouth taper off into a groan.
They laugh and let go of each other.
"Now who's the pervert," Liam murmurs.
"We're fucking with you, babe," Ryker says. "From the harsh breathing coming down line, I'd say you're enjoying it."
Liam grunts, then resumes jerking his cock. “Now it’s our turn to ask questions.”
I swallow hard. “Okay . . .”
“Are you touching yourself watching us?”
