We both chuckle.
“So, if Hawthorne were into guys, or curious even, your fantasy would be the two of us taking turns with your mouth?”
Bowen darts his eyes down and then runs his hands over his face like Hawthorne did. They have the same nervous habits. That’s adorable. I look over to find Hawthorne watching his friend.
“What do you say?” I ask Hawthorne, and Bowen makes a sputtering sound. “Do you want a blowjob?”
“Dude, don’t answer that,” Bowen hurries to say.
Hawthorne looks at Bowen and then at me. I don’t know him well enough to read his expression, but it seems determined, maybe a little curious.
He shrugs. “I’ve never turned down a blowjob before.”
“Wha—” Bowen’s eyes go wide, and he reaches under the water so fast I’m guessing he’s physically working to hold back an unintended orgasm.
“If you don’t want to, if that was all talk, it’s okay,” Hawthorne says, his eyes only for Bowen now.
“Be real, man. You would let me suck you off?” Bowen licks his lips.
Hawthorne stares at him for a few beats, and then a slow grin spreads over his face. “What are friends for?”
* * *
BOWEN
I have to be dreaming, right? This is the part where I’m about to wake up in my bed with my hand around my dick, sheets sticky like when I was a fucking teenager.
“You heard the man,” Aldis coaxes. “Show him what it’s like to get blown by a man.” He looks over at Hawthorne and matches his cocky grin. “You should know, though, it’s tough to go back after.”
Hawthorne laughs, the sound a warm, deep rumble that makes my whole body ache the same way my cock is. We stare at each other for a few seconds, the air heavy all around us. Aldis eyes us wordlessly. Hawthorne braces his hands against the edge of the tub and hauls himself up.
His cock is dripping wet and fully hard. He keeps one hand braced while wrapping the other around his erection.
“I should probably warn you about something,” he says roughly. “This is weird and really embarrassing, but I produce a lot of precum. Most women complain when they go down on me.”
My mouth waters. “I don’t see too much precum as being an issue.”
Aldis makes a quiet, horny sound too, which I can only assume is agreement.
I cross the small space, bracing my hands against his massive, hairy thighs. My heart gallops. Now that I’m closer, I can see what he’s talking about. The water from the hot tub has already all dripped off or evaporated, but there’s still a pool of clear, sticky precum streaming from him.
“Jesus, Thorne,” I murmur.
His cock jerks under my gaze, more long ropes leaking out. I lean in and catch one on my tongue, dragging it back to his cock. I lick his fat, throbbing head, drawing a deep, trembling moan from him.
To my side, Aldis makes a sound too. I peek one eye at him as I wrap my lips around Thorne’s cock. He doesn’t look bothered or impatient. If anything, his expression screams lust.
I take Hawthorne’s cock deeper into my mouth, the weight of it against my tongue making my own cock throb and strain. I’m sucking off my best friend. Years of dreaming of this, and apparently, all it took was one dirty story from Aldis.
“Fuck, Bow,” Hawthorne groans, tugging his fingers through my hair.
I relax my throat to take him deeper, swallowing and licking him at the same time, determined to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.
Spit and precum run down my chin. He thrusts into my mouth, fucking my throat. He moans and gasps, growling my name over and over. My eyes roll back and my balls tighten painfully. It wouldn’t take much for me to come. I’m so close. But I want to wait. I don’t want to miss a second of my one and only chance to taste Hawthorne.
Aldis says something I can’t hear because my pulse is rushing too loudly in my ears. Thorne’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he fucks faster into my mouth before his thighs tense and he cries out.
I swallow everything he gives me, greedily lapping at his slit, coaxing a few more drops out. Hawthorne shivers and pushes me off his softening cock.
“Holy fuck, Bow,” he murmurs. “Wow.”
I want to kiss him. Everything in me is screaming to find out what his mouth tastes like before this moment shatters and my chance is lost. But I can’t do it. I can’t take the risk. Our friendship will survive an impulsive blowjob, but I’m not sure it will survive a kiss that would only get my hopes up all over again.
I look over at Aldis, who seems almost guilty for intruding on whatever just happened. But if it hadn’t been for him, I never would’ve gotten up the courage to go for it. And even though I just fulfilled my longest fantasy of sucking Hawthorne off, I still want Aldis too.
The feeling surprises and heats me up at the same time.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice rough from the abuse of his cock in my throat.
Aldis quirks an eyebrow at me. “Haven’t had enough?” He pulls himself out of the water the same way Thorne did, perching on the edge.
“Damn,” Thorne mutters at the sight of Aldis’s fully hard beast.
“It’s not for beginners, sweetheart,” he teases, winking at my best friend.
I mouth his hefty length, feeling his pulse against my tongue in those thick veins that wrap around his shaft. The flavor of Hawthorne’s cum on my tongue as I lick along Aldis’s shaft is filthy enough that my balls tighten, and I hump helplessly in the water, a jet hitting my cock just right, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He wraps his hand around the base, aiming the head at my lips. I part them, but he doesn’t immediately push inside, first dragging the head of his cock along my lips, leaving them wet with his precum.
“Fuck, that’s hot to watch.” Thorne groans when Aldis shoves his cock into my mouth and starts to fuck it, keeping his hand around the base so he doesn’t choke me too much.
I dig my fingers into Aldis’s thighs. They’re thick like Thorne’s and just as muscled. I really do have a fucking type. His cock drags against the roof of my mouth and down my throat, filling me, making me ache to be filled by him. My hole twitches and my cock throbs, desperate to be touched.
“He was so sweet to you, Thorne. Why don’t you help him out?” Aldis suggests, his voice strained as he thrusts into my throat over and over.
Thorne moans, and in an instant, his body is crowding mine, his arm around me so he can reach my cock. The sound I make is muffled by Aldis’s cock as Hawthorne’s fingers brush against my erection.
“You’re so hard,” he whispers, an edge of awe in his voice. With his breath fanning down my neck, his hand around my cock, it’s easy to pretend this is real. Thorne and Aldis touching me, desperate for me.
I shudder, realizing for the first time that there’s someone who isn’t so easily pushed aside in my mind in favor of my best friend. It almost feels like there could be room for them both.
I bob my head faster over Aldis’s cock while Thorne speeds up his strokes on mine. Horny, dirty sounds are coming from all of us, and it’s hard to tell any of them apart. The sound of the motor running and the water splashing, my wet mouth on Aldis’s cock: panting, gasping, groaning.