The confusion must be written on my face because Bowen leans closer and decodes it for me. “It means guys rubbing their dicks together.”
Heat crawls up my throat and my cock jerks as I remember Aldis’s story about kissing that guy, grinding their cocks together. It wasn’t so much the story itself but the gravel in his voice, the slack look of pleasure that washed over him as he described it, and the way Bowen was nearly panting. They made it sound fucking hot.
“Yeah,” I say to Aldis. Whether I’m agreeing that I remember asking about it or agreeing that’s what I want to do tonight, I’m not sure.
A wicked grin spreads over his face. “Perfect. You should both strip down then.”
“What about you?” Bowen asks.
“I like to watch, honey,” Aldis assures him with a wink, uncrossing his legs to reveal that he already has a bulge pressing against the front of his jeans. I swallow hard and whip my shirt over my head without wasting any more time. Aldis’s smile widens. “Come on, Bowen. You want to be shared, I want to watch, and Hawthorne wants to know what it feels like to get naked and sweaty with another man, to rub his throbbing erection against yours until you’re sticky with each other’s cum.”
“Jesus,” I murmur. Bowen’s breath catches, clearly as affected by Aldis’s expert dirty talk as I am.
“Fine, but you get naked too,” Bowen insists. “Fair’s fair.”
Aldis doesn’t argue and starts undressing. There’s no time for me to feel weird about being naked and hard as fuck without any water or dim lighting to obscure anything before Bowen is climbing onto my lap, straddling me.
His body is nothing but hard muscles and coarse body hair. I’ve always lusted after petite women, soft and curvy in all the right places. Maybe I should be surprised that I can find both ends of the spectrum so fucking hot, but I’m way too focused on how Bowen’s roughly calloused hands feel on my body to spend too much time analyzing it.
He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over my skin. “This okay?”
All of the blood supply that’s normally in my brain currently resides in my cock, making it impossible to form words, so I bob my head rapidly instead. I put my hands on his massive, rock-hard thighs as my cock twitches and throbs.
“The two of you are so fucking hot,” Aldis says. I tilt my head just enough to see him over Bowen’s shoulder. The heated look in his eyes when our gazes meet sends another spike of heat through me. “Be honest, did you ever touch that pretty cock of yours while thinking about your best friend before last weekend?”
My breath catches in my throat, and I tear my eyes off Aldis to look at Bowen. His hands go still against my chest, and when our eyes meet, my cock jerks yet again, this time brushing just slightly against his. The heat of his erection, the silky-soft skin, it’s enough to send a shiver through me, an embarrassing amount of precum pouring from my slit.
“Yes,” I confess.
Bowen gasps, curling his fingers against my chest and thrusting forward to bump his erection against mine again. “You have?” he asks, barely above a whisper.
“Tell us,” Aldis prompts. I glance over at him again to find his hand working lazily over his cock. Bowen talked about how big and thick he was, how satisfying it was to get fucked by him. I find myself wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down and filled by him.
More precum spills from me, trickling over Bowen’s cock now that it’s bumping against mine, touching just enough to make me desperate to feel more without giving me the slightest bit of relief. I’ve always found my precum issue to be a messy annoyance when it comes to sex in the past, but Bowen makes a rumbling noise in his chest and reaches between us to gather the clear, slick fluid onto his fingers.
“This is so fucking hot,” he groans, wrapping his precum-drenched hand around both our cocks.
“Holy shit,” I pant, a hot, electric feeling dancing over my skin as he traps my hard, aching cock against his in a tight grip. “Bowen, oh fuck.”
“Hawthorne, tell him about a time you jerked off thinking about him,” Aldis prompts again, a slight authoritative edge to his voice that manages to get me to focus.
“It was both of you once,” I confess, kneading my fingers into the taut muscles of Bowen’s thighs, feeling them flex with every thrust into the tunnel of his fingers, fucking his cock against mine, making my toes curl and my whole body tremble. “After I heard you fucking that first time, I went to shower when you left, and I was so fucking hard.” I moan, my hips twitching helplessly, the wet sound of Bowen’s hand moving over our cocks filling the living room along with the slightly salty smell of sex and sweat.
“You pictured the two of us fucking?” Aldis asks. I meet his eyes again, his hand working faster over his huge cock now.
“Yeah. I imagined the look of pleasure on Bowen’s face and how hard he must’ve come. And I thought about your cock…and about how fucking confident you seemed standing naked in my kitchen like you didn’t even care.”
They both moan, and Bowen leans in, running his nose along my throat, our bodies moving together in a way that feels more natural than I ever would’ve expected. I can feel every pulse of his heart in his throbbing cock veins. I turn my head, my heart hammering as I seek his lips.
He jerks back quickly, leaving me feeling like I missed a step, but he doesn’t give me time to dwell on what just happened, dragging his thumb over my cock head and making me see stars.
My balls tighten, and I thrust faster into his grip.
“Aldis,” Bowen pants, not tearing his eyes off mine as they start to cloud, his chest heaving and his thighs quivering.
Aldis’s heavy breathing draws closer, and seconds later, he appears behind Bowen’s back. He leans down and presses his lips against Bowen’s shoulder. Bowen tilts his head to the side, and Aldis continues to lick, nip, and kiss his skin.
Even without him laying a finger on me, something about the way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m being ravaged by both of them at once. Bowen fucks faster against my cock, every inch of his length dragging against mine over and over, the pressure, the heat, the slick, wet feeling of my precum coating both of us…it’s all too much.
I let out a desperate cry and my cock starts to pulse against his, the sticky, clear liquid pouring from me turning creamy white instead, pumping over the head of Bowen’s cock in thick ropes. He lets out a strangled sound of his own, his hips stuttering just before he throws his head back and moans through his own orgasm. Aldis sucks on the side of his throat, his own eyelids fluttering closed as he lets out muffled, horny sounds of his own.
I fuck into Bowen’s fist, chasing every last wave and ripple of pleasure as it courses through me, emptying my balls until they’re sore and my cock is starting to soften against his. Bowen sags against me as Aldis leans over us both, bracing his hands against the back of my couch, on either side of my head.
“You two are so fucking hot,” Aldis says again, and I let out a weak laugh and then pat the empty couch cushion beside me in invitation.
He sits down, and the three of us fall into breathless silence for a while. Eventually, Bowen climbs off my lap and sort of drapes himself over both of us, yawning more than once while Aldis slowly drags his fingers along Bowen’s skin.