Page 8 of At The End Of The Day

Immediately turning beet red, he snorted nervously and curled his shoulders to his ears. “What? I ain’t gay—”

“Neither is Tyler.”

His brows shooting upward, he looked back at the screen and gulped a second time. “It’s, uh, ahem. I-It’s…o-o-okay…for a guy… t-to like that? Without being gay?”

“Lemme ask you something. Why is it okay for a chick to get plowed in the ass and not be called gay? Why does a guy doing it make it wrong?”

“Cuz it’s two dicks. Two dicks makes it gay.”

“So, you’ve never fucked a girl while using a vibrator or dildo? That don’t feel good for you, too? Same thing.”

He licked his lips and exhaled loudly, his cheeks puffing out. At that moment, Tyler howled loud enough for us to hear through the floor. Quickly focusing on the screen, his spine was arched, both palms on the headboard. Without any stimulation to his cock, cum was spurting all over his lower abdomen.

Oh, fuck! Fuck, Letta, yes, yes, yes.

My focus briefly darted to the room with the kids, but they were still sound asleep, their echoes not disturbing them.

“Dude,” Dash whispered, his jaw falling.

Violetta started crying out just before bucking so hard, the cucumber fell out. Her feet in the mattress, her hips lifted and she squirted his thighs and cock that was still pouring cum.

My voice husky, I gazed at his profile and said, “Looks like they both really enjoyed that.”

Absently, his palm spread across his lower abdomen, drawing my attention to the bulge that was now much larger and flexing. “Yeah,” he croaked.

“You know, the man’s g-spot is in his prostate. If you ain’t never had an orgasm from there, you ain’t never truly cum, Dash.”

He glanced down at me, back to the screen, and then froze, his eyes wide. Bit by bit, his sight lowered back to mine, his chest really heaving now. “You saying you done that?”

I took another drag, squinting against the smoke. “Many times.”

Stunned, his jaw fell further. “What? And…a-and you…liked it?”

“Absofuckinglutely. You really should try it at least once.”

He did a doubletake and bristled, his face sheening with perspiration. “I-I-I-I-I…w-wouldn’t…know w-w-what…” He licked his lips a second time and gulped yet again. “To do,” he added breathlessly.

Taking one last drag, I smashed it out in the ashtray and held his stare. “I can help you.”

He turned ghostly white, his eyes now bulging. “Vin,” he wheezed, his expression horrified.

“What? We’ve known one another since we was kids. Who do you trust more than me?”

His throat constricted, nostrils flaring. Barely above a whisper, he said, “No one.”

“You think I’m gonna blab?”

“Dude, this is crazy—”

Oh, my god, deeper. Oh, shit, baby, I want that bitch deeper.

His attention snatched back to the monitor, as did mine. Still on his back, Violetta was pushing the cucumber so deep, his stomach was protruding.

“Oh, shit,” he croaked, his fingers curling to a fist just over the hem of his sweats. “You, uh, you done that, Vin?”

“Yes,” I answered quietly, lust dripping from my tone. Though I’d never considered anything sexual with anyone other than Billy, I was suddenly obsessed with the notion of fucking Dash senseless and showing him exactly what a real orgasm felt like.

His lashes lifted, as did his brows. “And you liked that?” he asked, his tone cracking.