Page 32 of Curious Cameron
And the biggest lie was the one I told myself.
"Trevor's the only guy I've done things with. Actually, he's the only person I've done anything with." I won’t spill the beans on our fake marriage. Or that Trevor and I have yet to. Or how I was still convinced I was straight just a few days ago.
Marlon doesn't need to know all that.
And I don't want to tell him.
It's a secret that's going to stay a secret. Something that's just between me and Trevor. Just like how our bed is only for us.
Marlon barks out a laugh. "Ain't you two sweet."
"Oh, fuck off," Trevor laughs along with him.
Marlon's tone might have a mocking edge to it, but I can tell from Trevor's reaction it's a good-natured ribbing. Besides, Marlon looks too delighted by my admission for it to be a true insult.
"Ah, I get it." The corners of Marlon's mouth sharpen into a smirk. "You never had yourself a slut phase. Ain't that right? Never had a chance to fuck around and find out, get yourself into all sorts of trouble."
"I-I guess."
"Well, cutie, you're in luck. You got yourself a husband that don't got no trouble slutting you out to me."
Holy shit. I shiver from head to toe and bite down hard on my bottom lip.
"What kinda slut you got yourself? How does your twink like to get fucked?" Marlon tilts his head, asking Trevor. Not me. I'mstill standing there with my hands at my side, watching them talk to each other.
"Well," Trevor touches the top of his tongue to his upper lip and holds it there for a moment. "Cam loves it when suck him off while he's got a dildo in his ass. And sucking me off when he's got a dildo in his ass. Loves getting it in both ends at the same time."
"Double preparation?" Marlon's delight shines brighter. "Got yourself a real naughty little hot twink."
"He's a kinky little bitch, to be honest." Trevor looks over at me, aiming another smile right at me. "He makes me proud. Last time we fucked around, he tortured his tits for me while I jerked off all over him."
"Y'all are into the hardcore shit." The approval in Marlon's southern twang is almost edible. "Good. Me too. Well, we don't got all night. Let's get this threesome started. Get over here, boy. You're gonna show us how much you want cock. Strip off your clothes and get over here. Right here."
Marlon taps his boot onto the ground. Directly in front of him.
Trevor nods in agreement. "Do it, Cam. Show me. Show Marlon. Put on a show for us."
My throat's gone dry. I swallow, but it doesn't help much. Slowly, I begin to take off my clothes. First goes the sweater. I peel off my socks and pull my shirt up. Then my shorts and my underwear.
I guess I should have worn something…sexier but I don't own anything like that.
What's the gay guy version of lingerie? A jockstrap?
Tomorrow I'll have to ask Trevor, but for now, I focus on the task at hand. Piece by piece, I undress myself. I don't know how to make it showy. All I can do is hope my snail-like pace is appealing.
Trevor and Marlon don't seem to mind.
They watch with hungry eyes.
And busy hands.
Marlon opened the fly to his jeans and freed himself. He wears a toothy grin as he strokes his massive dick, his thick fingers wrapped loosely around the base as he slowly tugs on himself. A bead of slick seeps from the tip and runs down the bulging purple veins of his throbbing erection.
He's big.
Maybe too big.
"C'mon, Cam. Be a good little hot twink for me."
