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I blush deeply, but I don't stop. I continue to fondle myself and let out little sounds of surprise as I torment my nipples for Trevor's pleasure. I'm not hard anymore yet it feels good to help Trevor get off.
"Like…like I'm your hot twink?" I propose, quiet and nervous.
Trevor's eyes widen and his hand speeds up. "Yeah, say more. Keep talking like that."
"I'm your slutty hot twink husband," I say shyly, but seeing how much it pleases Trevor to hear me say this shit emboldens me. "Yours to use and…share."
As I talk, I continue to tug on my nipples. They've turned into little hard red pebbles as I twist and tug on them. It's starting to hurt, but for some reason that just makes me keep doing it. I push past the pain, focused only on playing this part to help Trevor get himself off.
Though I have to admit he's not the only one enjoying himself.
"Fuck, Cam. I'm gonna come…gonna come all over you."
I nod my head and lay perfectly still as Trevor lines his cock up with my chest. When he orgasms, he grunts and groans before he spills his hot seed all over my boy tits. My skin is covered with thick ropes of milky white come.
Trevor flops down right next to me on the bed.
We both lay there and stare upward, sweaty and spent, breathing in sync as we slowly recover from what just happened.
I'm not so sure my curiosity is satisfied…I think this made it worse.
Chapter 7
Trevor
“You’re so good, Cam.”
How'd I ever get so lucky? I almost can't believe this is real. It's like something out of my wildest wet dreams.
Cameron bared himself to me.
I made him come with my lips wrapped around his cute little cock and my dildo shoved deep into his ass. Then I jerked off all over his flat chest while he tormented his nipples.
For me.
Because I asked…because Cameron wanted to please me.
Fuck.
He let me pry open his body and unleash a whole new brand of pleasure that'll change everything between us. My feelings for him haven't changed. They never will. He'll always be my best friend.
No matter what happens next, I'll take care of Cameron.
I look at Cameron and suck on the inside of my cheeks while admiring the mess I made of him. He's covered with both our come and blushing a brilliant shade of pink.
Damn it.
If I'm not careful, I'll get hard again in record time.
"Stay here."
I pull up my sweats and haul myself out of the bed. I'd love nothing more than to lounge about, and maybe try to test out if Cameron wants to cuddle for a bit, but I don't want to push too hard too fast. Just because he was okay with the sex stuff doesn't mean he'd be okay with that sort of affection.
I've hooked up with plenty of guys like that in the past. Closeted sluts that would beg me to stick my dick in them but would freak out if I tried to go for a kiss. I'd never do anything to make Cameron scared of me.
Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to test his boundaries. If he let me do all that to him because he was curious, well, I've got a curiosity of my own to satisfy too.
"I'm getting you a washcloth," I say over my shoulder before I disappear into the bathroom. I fetch a clean one and run it under warm water before I return to the bedroom.
