Page 37 of Curious Cameron
Instead of being scared, it almost sets me off. Trevor's usually so kind and gentle with me. Even when he's being bossy. So it's an extra thrill when he changes his tune and gets aggressive.
"He's been awfully good," Marlon chuckles. He still has an iron-clad grip on my hair as he steers my head back and forth along his prick. And he's still recording. "I'd say your good little bitch deserves a reward. You've edged him enough."
I can't answer. Not when my mouth is full, but neither Marlon nor Trevor seem to care about what I have to say right now.
Trevor makes the final decision.
"You can come, Cam. Go ahead. Come while you're getting double-teamed. Show us what a good little slut and perfect hot twink you are. Don't need a reach around, right? You can do it,Cam. Go on, do it. Come on my cock, you dirty boy. Show me how much you love this…how much you love me."
It's too much.
There's no way I can hold back now. With Trevor's permission, I come just like that. I come untouched. On my hands and knees with both ends stuffed. With the word love echoing around in my mind. I do love this. And I do love Trevor.
I do.
My orgasm shoots across my belly while Trevor continues taking me from behind, pounding my prostate dead on, and Marlon smothers my cries by making me choke around his dick. My vision blurs as the pleasure overwhelms all my senses, but nothing is lost.
Every second of it is captured on camera.
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Time loses all meaning.
I don't know how much longer it goes on. It’s impossible to keep track of anything. Or anyone. I only notice when Trevor comes because he grips my hip hard enough to bruise. He buries himself balls-deep and fills me with sticky warmth.
And when Marlon reaches his peak, he pulls out…and removes the condom.
I know what to do. I’ve been trained for this. I keep my swollen lips parted and tongue rolled out as Marlon comes all over my face.
Trevor's come trickles down my thighs. I swallow the aftertaste of salt in my throat.
They did it. They both came inside of me. Stuffed and then filled. I was good for them. They took all I had to offer and then they gave me what I needed.
If I could get hard again right now I would.
The warmth of Trevor's seed slips out of my used hole and drips down my quivering thighs. It's done. I can't hold myself up any longer. With a whimper, my arms give out and I collapse forward.
I eat the polyester of the sofa.
"Cam?" Trevor sounds more like himself again. There's no hard edge of lust to his voice. It's like a flip's been switched. He's whispering soft little noises and speaking the gentlest, kindest words as he rolls me onto my side and peppers my face with quick, tender kisses. "Are you okay? Cam, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah."
I want to say more, but my teeth are chattering. Why is that happening? I don't understand. It's not a lie. I do feel okay. More than okay, in fact. I feel more at peace than I've ever felt before. My mind is quiet. My heartbeat and breathing have evened out.
Yet the reactions of my body are at odds with what's going on with my brain.
I don't have the words for what's happening to me. But Marlon does.
"It's just subspace. He'll be alright. Give your boy some time. And a bath. I'll wait here while you see to that."
Marlon stops talking to Trevor and looks right at me. He leans down and brushes my bangs off my forehead. No more taunts or jokes. Or smirks. Marlon’s smile at me is so kind it makes for a strange shape over his mouth, but the look in hiseyes is raw with honesty. "You were so good, Cameron. Thank you for your service."
Trevor's protective arms are around me once more. Cradling me close. Checking me all over.
Time turns all fuzzy again.
I'm on the sofa in the living room and then I'm in the bathtub. The water is warm, but not hot. It's pleasant. Everything feels good and right. It's like the whole world has been layered over with fluffy cotton.
