Chapter 14
The thought of these two men doing
this—this!—after every card party with Mikey and I upstairs,
ignorant, made me want to weep. I had never loved anyone as much as
I did the both of them, right this instant. Though I knew I should
just tiptoe back up to Mikey’s room without a word before they knew
I was there, nothing could force me to move. I wanted to see this,
I hadto see it.
My hand slipped into the waistband of my
briefs. My fingers smoothed down the kinked curls at my crotch,
then strummed along the stiffening length jutting from my unzipped
fly. When my thumb rubbed over the tip of my cock, I whimpered a
little with desire. Oh, hell yes. I needed this.
In the dining room, RC had folded one leg
beneath him and now sat perched on the bench before Mr. Pierce,
whose spread legs and slouched posture looked like an invitation I
knew I would have never been able to resist. With sure hands RC
explored the wide expanse of Mr. Pierce’s chest, flattening his
undershirt flush against his flesh. At the waistband of his pants,
RC untucked the shirt, plucking it free from the belt buckle, and
flicked it up to expose a pale swathe of stomach. My fist tightened
around my cock to see the hair swirled around his navel, black and
gray as if seasoned just right. The slight paunch from the way he
sat, the hint of belly fat that pooched over the top of his belt,
the way the skin seemed to quiver when RC’s fingers tickled over
it. Leaning down, RC pressed his face to Mr. Pierce’s stomach and
rested his cheek in the tufts of hair as he snuggled close.
Jealousy flooded me. Iwanted to be
there, held in the safety of Mr. Pierce’s embrace, clutched tight
to the man I had loved all these years. My cock ached at the
thought of doing that, justthat, and nothing else. I
stroked myself as I watched RC’s lips pucker and kiss Mr. Pierce
wherever he could reach without moving—belly, navel, the underside
of one pectoral muscle that peeked out from beneath the shirt.
Pressing his mouth against Mr. Pierce’s skin,
RC suddenly blew a wet raspberry, the sound loud and startling in
the silence.
Mr. Pierce growled as he shoved RC back and
wiped at the slobber on his stomach. “Come on,” he muttered,
sounding exactly like Mikey when my friend wanted me to do
something and I was too busy being silly to comply. “Are we going
to do this, or what? Because you can leave.”
RC’s hands found Mr. Pierce’s belt buckle.
The teasing grin on his face made my whole body flush. “You don’t
want me to go.”
Mr. Pierce grunted in reply but stayed
silent. With expert ease RC unbuckled the belt and let it fall
open, then unzipped the front of Mr. Pierce’s work pants. I leaned
forward, squinting through the louvers, holding my breath as one
word tripped like a litany through my mind. Please, please,
pleasepleaseplease.
He tugged open Mr. Pierce’s fly, pushing the
material down out of the way as he parted it. Dingy white briefs
appeared in the gap, rising like dough over Mr. Pierce’s own
erection. I had to grip the counter with my free hand as I fondled
my dick, my underwear chafing now, my body trilling with desire.
Gently RC rolled down the top of Mr. Pierce’s briefs, and the large
cock that swung into view was ruddy and veined and so goddamn
hugethat I squeezed my balls to see it. When RC leaned down
to rub that thick length against his cheek, I wanted to rush in
there, push him aside, and take his place.
I wanted that to be me
I watched, giddy and lightheaded, as he
wrapped his tongue around the base of Mr. Pierce’s shaft. I
wondered what such flesh tasted like—I pictured myself in that
position, head in Mr. Pierce’s lap, tongue buried in the graying
hair of his crotch. It was mytongue I saw slide up the
length of his cock, my tongue that swirled around the bulbous tip,
my tongue that dipped down the dribbling slit before my mouth
opened wide to take him in.
As RC went down on Mr. Pierce, I gasped. I
pushed my underwear below my balls and squatted a bit, leaning back
against the counter to get comfortable. My erect dick hardened in
the cool air, my nuts hanging low between my legs, and I licked my
palms, first one, then the other, before resuming massaging my own
length. The spittle helped, easing the friction. My fingers flew
over familiar territory as not five feet away, Mr. Pierce leaned
back in his seat, a blissful smile on his face while RC sucked his
cock. This was my daydream come true, my fantasies made real. It
was me in there with him, my throat working his erection, my fist
tight around the base of his shaft, my fingers rubbing under his
scrotum to rim the hairy darkness at his core
In all my eighteen years, I had never seen a
man pleasured by another. Oh, I had pictures—those magazines under
my bed had their fair share of cum-flecked and dog-eared pages, to
be sure. But they were staged images, hard cocks that had been
stroked and polished until they gleamed for the cameras. All the
pinups were solo shots, not couples. I didn’t Google gay porn
online because the last way I wanted to come out to my family was
by someone—my mother perhaps, or a teacher at school—discovering
the websites I had visited recently. I knew gay porn existed; I
just didn’t have access to it. RC’s kiss was the first time I ever
saw two men show any affection toward each other that extended
beyond a hand shake or a clap on the back. So this, this—Mr.