Page 8 of Hot Pucking Summer

Cloyce thinks about it for a few seconds then reaches down and takes Draper's and my hands in his and places them over the bulge tenting his shorts. "I still can't believe this is really happening, but I'm curious. I'd like to…try."

"You sure, baby?" Draper checks, and Cloyce nods.

"Yeah," he replies breathily. "I am."

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Cloyce

This has to be a dream. I'm going to wake up any minute now sporting a hard-on and an embarrassing wet patch in my sheets like I used to back in my teenage years.

But as Draper cups my ass and lifts me up, allowing Jax to tug my shorts down my legs, I know this isn't a dream. This is really happening.

I take in the handsome faces of the two men kneeling before me, Draper with his messy dark hair and intense blue eyes, and Jax with his long hair tied into a loose ponytail and a mischievous grin on his lips as he slides his tongue over the tip of my swollen cock. Draper licks my balls, and okay, I'm about to officially pass out.

My hands fall to their heads, but they don't need any direction from me. They're pros, expertly weaving and dodging their mouths and fingers along my cock, balls, and taint. It's almost like they've done this before.

I jolt up. "Wait."

They both stop and straighten. "What is it?" Draper asks.

"Have you guys ever done this before?"

They look at each other. "No," Jax says.

"We talked about it once," Draper continues. "A few years ago."

"Draper caught me jerking off, and we fooled around a bit," Jax says. "I told him I wanted to share a guy with him one day…"

"I said I'd be open to the same thing."

"But we've never found the right person."

"Until you." Draper lowers his voice and smiles up at me. "Until you, baby."

"Okay. Cool," I say, sinking back down into the sofa. "Sorry. It was probably stupid, but I just wanted to know."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Jax says, keeping his eyes trained on me as he licks my cock from base to head. "Except for being so cute and funny and so much fun to be around."

I can't help but chuckle. "Yeah. I'm a riot. First you catch me getting fucked in your family's vacation home. And then I slip and hurt myself and you have to carry me back."

Jax laughs. "And now we get to feast on you. Best twenty-four hours of my life if you ask me."

"Speaking of feasting," Draper says, tapping Jax on the shoulder. "What do you say we get back to it?"

Jax licks his lips, grinning wolfishly. "You read my mind, man."

The guys spend the rest of the morning doing just that. Part of me feels silly, splayed out on the couch, my movements limited because of the dull throb in my ankle, but I guess there's no better way to push away self-consciousness than by giving in to the pleasure these two guys are wringing out of me.

I alternate between closing my eyes and floating in the waves of euphoria washing over me and watching in horny awe as these two super hot guys work me over with their mouths, tongues, and fingers, bringing me right to the very edge before backing off, giving me time to recover…and then doing it all again.

I'd like to do more. I'm curious to see whether Jax measures up to Draper in the size department, but my ankle still hurts, and also, I'd like to sit down with Draper to discuss what this means.

Is it just a one-off thing? Is it something we only do with Jax from time to time? Or does he want to open up the relationship in general to other people? I wouldn't be cool with that, but the idea of letting Jax in… That sits well with me.

"Oh, Jesus," I cry out when they start sliding their mouths against the sides of my cock in unison. It looks hot, and it feels even better. "Please can I come?Pleeease?"

My whine comes out desperate and needy, and that's because I am. I've been teased about as much as I can take. Ineedto release.

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