Page 56 of Joey

“Jesus Christ,” Brooke moans into our continuing kiss.

“You can stop it any time you want,” Wald says, dragging her zipper down.

“Are you kidding? Keep going.”

I kiss her harder then. Because even though I said I wasn’t gonna do this and put up a fight just a handful of minutes ago, I am absolutely gonna do this.

Wald just has this power about him. And Huck has his hand on my leg. Rubbing my thigh. Not touching my cock or helping Brooke along, like Wald was, but that’s his way. Always peripheral.

He knows what I like.

And isn’t that the best thing about our little… arrangement? We know each other. There’s no awkwardness. There’s no unrealistic expectations. There’s no jealousy, there’s no regrets, there’s no thinking.

It’s just instinct.

“Help me, Joey,” Wald says. “Pull her jeans down.”

Brooke responds by lifting up her hips as Wald and I tug her jeans down her over them. She settles, her hand still rubbing my cock as Wald’s fingertips play with her pussy through her panties.

Huck says, “I’m gonna shoot this,” as he backs off. I break out of the kiss to glance over at him just as he rests against the arm of the couch and changes the camera from pic mode to video.

He grins at me as he unbuckles his belt, pops the button on his jeans, and drags his zipper down. Wald is already kissing Brooke, taking my place.

But I keep watching Huck as he takes out his fat, long cock and starts jerking off, the phone pointed at me. Probably zoomed in on my face.

I open my mouth to say something but Huck shakes his head and says, “Shut the fuck up, Joey. It’s done.”

And he’s right.

I couldn’t stop this now even if I wanted to.

And I don’t want to.

I turn back to Brooke, push Wald’s face away, and take his place.

“Fuck you.” Wald laughs. But when I open my eyes to say something back he’s down on his knees. Unzipping her knee-high boots and pulling them down her legs.

“He’s gonna make you fuck me,” I tell Brooke.

“Good,” she whispers.

“Right here,” I explain. “In front of them.”

“Even better,” she says. And she moans. Because Wald is pressing his face between her legs.

But his hand is on the button on my jeans. He pops it, unzips me, and reaches inside to pull out my cock.

I’m so fucking hard when he squeezes me.

Wald lifts his head up from Brooke’s pussy, shoots me a knowing grin, and then pulls her jeans the rest of the way down her legs. Then he leans in, close to me, so he can kiss her lips and whisper, “Climb on top of him.”

Brooke is breathing heavy now. Her chest is rising and falling with excitement as she swings her leg over my lap and hovers there.

I realize Wald is pulling her panties aside, giving me access, when the back of his hand brushes alongside my shaft.

Wald grips me tight and I pull Brooke’s hair, forcing her face down to mine so I can keep kissing her as he presses the tip of my head up against her wet pussy.

She slides down on my cock and Huck moans.