Page 14 of Hot Pucking Summer

"We sure fucking will."

He's already there, so he gets the first taste of Cloyce's taint, burying his tongue into it and letting out a satisfied moan. I nudge him over a little, and he makes room for me. Together, we warm our boy up, first with our tongues then with our fingers.

"That's such a fucking sexy gape," Jax rasps when I hold Cloyce's hole open. "Hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Eat it," I tell him, and as he dives down onto it with his tongue poking out, Cloyce writhes round in pleasure. "You all good, baby?"

"Mmm." His eyes are closed, and his face is a picture of bliss. He grabs his nipples, giving them a good pinch. "So good."

"Are you ready for Jax to fuck you?"

He opens his eyes and they land on me, fiery with need. "I am."

Jax slides a condom over his massive cock and gets into position. I leave Jax to it, bringing myself up to Cloyce's face, and we start making out. Judging by his moans and increasingly rapid breaths, I can tell Jax is entering him.

"You're doing good," I murmur into his mouth. And he really is. It can't be easy taking someone of Jax's size, but despite the strain in his neck, I know our boy is up to it.

"Unnghhh," he grits out. I look down, and I can't see Jax's dick—Cloyce has taken all of it.

Jax's face is a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. "I'll go slow," he rasps.

Cloyce nods. "Only at first, until I adjust."

I lean back and watch as Jax treats Cloyce like the precious jewel he is, slowly rocking his hips, keeping his eyes trained on him for any signs he should stop or ease off, occasionally flicking his eyes toward me as if checking in to see if I'm okay with everything.

I'm more than okay with this. It's better than anything I could have hoped for. Not just that Jax is here, but that Cloyce is fine with leaving the lights on and letting us see all of him. I've waited for this day to come, and I'm elated that it's finally arrived.

Jax begins to build some momentum, and as he does, Cloyce's body moves, reacting to every thrust Jax doles out. Cloyce's hands instinctively go to cover his belly, but then hestops himself and, instead, splays one arm out onto the mattress, the other around me.

His light-brown eyes meet mine, and I can tell he's self-conscious.

"You're so hot," I say, taking in the way his body moves on the mattress. I skim my fingers lightly over his pecs, his belly, the rolls around his waist. "All of you is so beautiful. And your body is moving because Jax is fucking you, baby. Do you know how special that is?"

A single tear slides down Cloyce's cheek. "I think… I think I actually do feel beautiful."

My own eyes start to well up that he's finally, maybe for the first time in his life, starting to feel the truth of those words. "That's because you are."

"You really are," Jax joins in, driving into Cloyce with a new intensity and causing his body to shake even more. "I fucking love your body," he says. His hands land on Cloyce's pecs, and he kneads and massages them.

Cloyce stares at him as he's getting pummeled. Then he smiles, and his eyes roll into the back of his head, and I can sense we've broken through a barrier tonight. "Oh, yeah," he cries out. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Jax."

My chest explodes with heat hearing Jax's name tumble out of his mouth. Jax spears into him even faster as I grab a condom, lube up, and give Jax anit's my turn nowlook.

We spend the next few hours taking turns fucking Cloyce, stuffing his hole and filling his mouth. I always thought there was no hotter sight on the planet than Cloyce's body bouncing beneath me as I fucked him. Turns out, there is. My best friend fucking Cloyce and Cloyce's body moving and bouncing and wobbling in response is the hottest thing ever.

We spend the rest of the night and well into the early hours of the next morning exploring a world of forbidden pleasure untilwe collapse in a tangled, sweaty pile on Jax's bed and fall asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

6

Jax

"I can't believe this will all be over tomorrow." Cloyce sighs out the words, sagging into my shoulder.

It's dusk, and the three of us are sitting on a blanket by the lake, waiting for the Fourth of July fireworks to start.

I wrap my arm around his shoulder and try to comfort him with some good news. "We have a short training camp, and then we're free for six whole weeks."

"That's right," Draper says. "And we can go anywhere and do anything we like."

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