Coming from out of the house was my older brother, a carry-on suitcase in his hand and a bottle of water in the other.
Maverick waved, calling out to the table. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, wearing a pair of gray sweats and a black T-shirt with impenetrable shades on his face, his honey-brown hair messed up in the way it always was when my brother was fighting a hangover. I’d seen that look a lot, which only made me appreciate him being here even more.
I got up from my seat and went over to him, Dusty close behind me. He opened his arms and wrapped me into a hug.
“Happy Birthday, little bro.”
“Thanks for coming,” I said. Maverick lived in New York, which wasn’t too far a flight from our house here in Georgia, but still, it was a flight, and when your head was sloshed with vodka and beer and whatever else Maverick chugged last night, then an hour-and-a-half flight could easily feel like a ten-hour flight.
“Of course, Benj.” His smile slanted into an expression I recognized. My brother always looked like that when he was about to drop some kind of bomb. He loved doing that.
“Check it out—I brought you a birthday surprise all the way from New York.”
Mav stepped aside, his arms looking like a game-show prize presenter, aiming toward the sliding glass doors leading into the house.
I looked, half expecting my brother to have hired the cast of Magic Mike to strut out through the doors. I braced myself to die from embarrassment, knowing that my moms would be watching as their twins sat down for birthday lap dances from impossibly cut (and impossibly flexible) men.
And then the surprise turned the corner, walking out with a much bigger suitcase rolling behind him. I had to do a double take, squinting my eyes, unsure if who I saw was really who I thought.
“Happy Birthday, Benji,” he said.
Rex Madison waved at me with a smile on his face.
Rex Madison, my brother’s best friend.
Rex Madison, my first ever crush.
Rex Madison, the one I lost my virginity to.
Rex Madison, the one who irreparably broke my heart and disappeared for six whole fucking years.
I turned and walked away, hurried, trying to get as far from Rex Madison as I possibly could.
Rex Madison
Forty-Eight Hours Earlier
The entire city of New York twinkled and glittered underneath me.
Pretty much the same way Penelope’s eyes twinkled underneath me, her big doe-like brown eyes going wide as I pushed in deeper down her throat.
“That’s it, baby.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and directed her head, making sure her lips were getting every inch of me. Her makeup smeared just enough to make my balls even tighter. Too much and I would have felt like I was hooking up with the Joker. Thankfully, her mascara seemed waterproof.
“Swallow it.” I looked through the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling like the king of the motherfucking world.
I opened my legs a little wider. Her fingernails pressed into my thighs as she tried to deep-throat me again, gagging right before her tongue reached my nuts.
The warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue slid up and down my shaft, the way she sounded like a drowning vacuum—it was almost enough to make me blow.
Almost.
One thing was missing, though.
A knock came from the locked door. My date for the hour looked over, my cock still splitting her jaw.
“That must be our second guest.” I let go of the reins, dropping her silky blonde hair back down over her bare shoulders. She stood, wiping her lips with a smile. I kissed her, loving the salty taste of me on her tongue.
I crossed the large bedroom, my toes sinking into the plush gray rug, my hard cock swinging left and right. From the other side of the door, I could hear the loud sounds of a party still going strong, even though the clock on the bedside table said it was close to four in the morning.
I put a hand on the brass doorknob and rapped a knuckle three times against the door. I counted four seconds before three more knocks answered me from the other side.
It was him.
I unlocked the door and opened it, making sure to step behind it so that no one could see my bare naked ass and my rock-hard dick.
“Hey, Scott,” Penelope said in a hungry tone. She had moved onto the bed, crawling on her fours with her ass up in the air, her hair falling down onto the white sheets like a golden waterfall. She was a beautiful girl, and a goddess at giving blowjobs. The way I leaked a string of precome and saliva onto the floor was proof of that.
But the second Scott walked into the room, my attention (and desire) shifted.
The guy was a beast, his shirt straining with the bulging biceps and powerful chest, a sprinkling of dark hair showing through the undone buttons of his shirt. His jawline was a mixture of straight lines and hard curves that made my mouth water and my cock jerk. He wore a tight pair of light jeans that hugged his bulge so tight, I thought his cock was about to tear right through it.
I closed the door and locked it, standing naked underneath the dim light, licking my lips as Scott immediately began to undress, his hazel-green eyes drinking me in like he’d just found the last Coke bottle in the desert. Penelope leaned over on the bed and helped him with his shirt.
I got down and focused on the meat of the situation, rubbing my face into Scott’s growing bulge, his jeans now a puddle on the floor, his white briefs doing a terrible job of holding back his erection.
Thankfully.
I licked the head of his cock, poking out from his underwear. I sucked him into my mouth and stroked him over the soft fabric, closing my eyes and drinking him in, relishing the feel of his cock between my lips. I fucking loved it. If I could live off sucking dick for the rest of my life, I would in a cock-hungry heartbeat.
Instead, I had to live my life hiding this part of me, keeping locked up inside of a room, waiting for a secret knock so I could get my fix.
Scott fell back onto the bed. I didn’t waste a second, pulling off his briefs and getting him fully naked, my mouth drooling at the sight of him springing free. Penelope sat behind him, rubbing his chest and kissing his neck.
“Sorry for dragging you out of the party,” I said, my smirk showing that I had zero regrets.
“Penelope’s text came at the perfect time. I’d been wanting this for weeks.”
“I know, so have I.” I leaned in and kissed his inner thigh, loving how the hair on his legs felt against my lips.
“What happened?” His question sounded simple enough, but the answer was real fuckin’ complicated.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t,” he said, gasping as I took him in my mouth, swallowing him down to the base. If deep-throating were an Olympic sport, I would have for sure won the gold about sixty-nine times over. Sponsorships would have been through the roof. “Just do it” would have taken on a whole other meaning.
Scott grabbed the back of my head. It drove me even more wild, swallowing and gobbling like it was a free buffet. The bed shifted as Penelope moved to the chair, her hands gliding up and down her own body, her eyes half-lidded with passion.
Ever since we had started this arrangement, she always liked sitting back and watching. I asked a few different times if I could help get her off, but she said her fingers and our sweaty cocks rubbing together was all she needed.