Page 46 of Revelry

Coop: Now why can’t you get all excited and fangirl over my cock like that?

Me: Maybe rangas do it for me too?

My phone buzzes with a different sound this time, and I scowl at the screen. Levi has sent me a text. I open it to find a selfie snapshot of him taken from his bunk. His cock is hard and resting against his perfect eight pack adorning his stomach and there’s a sexy smirk on the bastard’s face. Below he’d typed,Wish you were here.

I let out a frustrated groan.

Coop: Now I know you’re masturbating.

Me: Nope. Not yet, but I’m seriously thinking about it.

I hear another ping and realise that it’s not my phone but Coop’s. “Dude, did you just send me a picture of your fucking junk?”

I can’t help it. I laugh, loud.

Levi groans. “That was meant for Red.”

Cooper grumbles something unintelligible and I glare at my phone, waiting and hoping against all hope that he will send it to me already. When it becomes apparent that he’s not going to I change chat windows, and glare at it some more.

Levi finally sends the picture. This one is grainier than the first, but it’s the same angle, only he’s cock has softened somewhat, and there’s come all over that delicious abdomen. God help me do I want to lick it off.

Too late,the text below it reads. I peek out of my curtain across to his bunk, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything. I’m wound tighter than a freaking bow string right now, but I won’t give either of them the satisfaction of knowing I’m getting myself off because of their naughty texts. No one is winning that bet.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to delete Levi’s message. And I’m not lying when I solemnly swear that my hand just slipped on that save button. Twice.

Later that night, after I’d taken an extra two minutes in the shower to get myself off, I emerge from the bathroom and see Ash standing in the aisle, talking to Coop and Levi as they lie in their beds. Their conversation halts when I approach and the three of them grin, as if they’re sharing a personal joke I’m not privy to.

“Goodnight boys,” I say, ignoring their sniggers because I’m tired as all hell and I’m freshly washed, relaxed, and ready for sleep. I climb into my bunk, only to find there’s an odd smell to it, as if someone had sex in my bed while I was gone. The covers are just as I left them, though, so it’s more than likely that the boys have been polishing their little red rockets again. I sink in between the blankets and stretch out. My toes bunch in the sheets, only the cotton feels scratchy against my soft feet.

Scratchy, and wet.

The smell of sex hits me again, more pungent this time, and I snatch my foot back feeling something sticky and moist against the pads of my toes. I flip on the little light above my bed and throw back the covers, gasping when I see that the end of my previously clean, freshly made bunk is full of spunk socks. And they got it on my fluffy blanket.

I can hear the chuckling from above me and across the aisle in Levi’s bunk. I throw back the curtain and glare at them.

“Oh you think that’s funny?”

They’re outright laughing now, and worse than that, Zed is standing with a bag of Doritos, doubled over in the aisle at the end of the bus, slapping one hand against his knee while he chokes on chips and laughter.

“Who?” I ask. No one needs any further clarification than that. In fact, I don’t really need to ask, because there’s only one man arsehole enough to pull a prank like this. “You are so dead, Zed.”

“Zed masterminded, but we’ve been working on that shit since yesterday,” Levi says. “We’re practically rubbed raw.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Levi laughs. “Babe, have you met us? It’s not really an insult.”

“Definitely not an insult,” Ash agrees.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to do better than that Ali-Cat.”

“No. I don’t suppose it is an insult now is it?” I lean back into my bunk and grab a handful of squishy socks from the pile at the end of the mattress. Come squelches out through my fingers as I grip them and toss one at Levi, then at Coop, and then one at Zed as I’m attempting to run past.

Coop yells for him to stop me, and I’m snatched up by the big giant toddler freak, only there’s not enough room for him to hoist me over his shoulder, so instead he pulls me against him, squishing the soggy socks between his chest and mine. I gag as a waft of semen assaults my nose. Zed doesn’t look even remotely repulsed though—he actually pushes his chest against mine, smearing more of their bodily fluids on me.

Desperate, and full of disgusted rage, I clock Zed in the jaw and he lets me go before Cooper can reach us. I slip past and run into the bathroom, pushing the button for the automatic sliding door, and giving them all the finger as the partition separates us. I peel off my disgusting clothes and shower until the water runs cold, only now I have nothing to wear on account of my clothes being drowned in eau de man-child.

How is it possible for these boys to produce that much jizz?I doubt even hookers have seen this level of ejaculate.

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