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“I’m fucking her so damn hard,” he pants, and I can’t take my eyes off him, even as my balls draw up, tight and hot. “She wants you, J. I could get her ready for you. Tell me what you want.”
This is insane. My hand is strangling my dick, and my stomach is clenched so hard I know I’m about to come, his words playing over and over in my mind.
Jet fucking Candy.
Candy riding him.
Me, taking over, fucking her from behind.
Us. Together.
No fucking way. No way, this could never happen, this is…
I come so hard I see white, my cock jerking in my hand, my cum bursting hot from the tip. Groaning, I hunch over and shake with the force of it as I spray my load over my hand, the sheets and half the bed.
“Ah yeah. Fuck.” Jet’s hips lift off the bed, and he comes all over his chest in long strings of white. “Shit.”
What the fuck just happened? I stare at him, his lean, strong form laid out, the cum on his chest, then down at myself, my still semi-hard cock in my hand, my spunk all over.
Jet is bisexual. He proposed a threesome with me and Candy. And we just jacked off together.
Again.
I came. The evidence is covering half the bed. I got off to this fantasy with my best friend, who more or less admitted to wanting me, when I couldn’t get off while fucking girls for the past year.
I’m not even sure what I’m doing or where the hell I’m going as I get up and pull up my pants, but the walls are closing in around me. I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here.
So that’s what I do.
Chapter Twelve
JETHRO
“You’re a fucking idiot, Jet,” Joel says, like always, but sometimes it stings.
Because he doesn’t mean it, but he’s right. I want things, hope for things that can’t happen, and no matter how often life screws me over, I still get up and try again.
Like the time my dad decided to slap me around for asking for ice cream one Sunday morning. It didn’t stop me from asking again. I wanted ice cream too much.
Same with Joel. I want him too much to stop, no matter how many times I slam into a wall.
It’s fucked up.
The door slams shut after him, and then it’s quiet.
I lie back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Counting the ways I’ve been a fucking idiot these past days.
Today.
With Candy. With Joel. The ways I had my way with them, touched them when I knew I shouldn’t have. Pushing the boundaries until they push back and I land on my face, like every time.
Until I lose those I care for. Everyone leaves sooner or later. Everything crumples. Who would stick around me? Not even Joel has that patience, and he’s lasted longer than I thought.
Shit, why did I tell him the truth? I haven’t told anyone I like both guys and girls. And why did I tell him to invite Candy? What the hell was I thinking?
He came, though. He came hard. As he’d been looking at me. Telling me what to do. Participating in the fantasy.
And my dick is hardening again at the memory. Jesus fuck. Between Candy at the store and Joel at home, I’ve been in a state of permanent arousal for the past weeks. My dick hurts from being hard all the goddamn time. From jacking off to thoughts of them both.
