“I was,” I admit.
“Why aren’t you now?” Liam asks.
“I would’ve come. I’m close to coming right now, and I’m not even touching myself anymore.”
Liam hums like he was confirming a suspicion. Ryker returns his hand to his cock and goes to town.
“Good. Now turn your camera on.”
I don't respond.
"If Ryker keeps up that pace he's about thirty-seconds away from blowing his load…"
Ryker works his fingers over the tip of his cock, twisting a little and rubbing the sensitive head, and he cries out, “Fuck yes.” He groans. “I want to see your cock, Freddie. I want to be looking at it when I blow.”
I’m lying on my back with my head propped up by my rucksack in the canteen of my work. It’s not the sexiest location, but the way Ryker is begging to see my cock makes me feel like it is, somewhere forbidden and erotic, somewhere I definitely shouldn’t be touching myself let alone allowing my best friends to see.
“Fifteen seconds,” Liam says.
I turn my camera on. Both of them moan at the sight of my cock. The sound gives me shivers that leave tightening goosebumps. I’ve never had a reaction like that to my cock before, and as I touch myself, they keep reacting. Their groans and curses leave me shivering, desired in a way I didn’t think was possible.
I’m ordinary, nothing special, but theywantme.
Ryker comes first, covering his hand and soaking his brother’s pubes in his release. It drips onto Liam’s boxers and work trousers. The visual sets me off, and my cum hits my T-shirt where I hadn’t thought to pull it up. It’s messy, streaking the black cotton. Liam comes last. He squeezes the base of his cock when it starts and doesn’t stroke it again until the last of his cum oozes from his slit.
He swipes it clean with his thumb.
I turn my camera off, not wanting to expose my location.
“Fuck that was hot,” Ryker says, speaking for all of us. “You really do have a beautiful cock.”
I laugh but manage to fight off the hysteria that threatens to take over.
“What?” Ryker asks.
“No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“You better get used to it,” Liam growls. “Because it is, and we’ll keep saying it, not only with words but with tongues, with lips, mouths, throats, and hands. We’re gonna make you believe it.”
I ease out a slow breath.
“Too much?” Ryker asks.
“Just enough.” I smile. “What happens now?”
“I imagine you’ll need to change your T-shirt.” Ryker smirks.
I pull at the fabric. “I’m running kind of low . . .”
“You know where your things are. We could come get you?”
“Not today.” I bite my lip. “I’ll come to you.”
“Tomorrow,” Liam says.
“Not tomorrow.” Ryker huffs. “I’m working the night shift, and I want to be here for your first night in your new home.”
I widen my eyes. “What?”
