Page 20 of Reckless Abandon
I likedfuckingLondon andwatchingSage fuck London. Or having Sage watch us.
I didn’t want to fuckSageor vice versa.
Did I?
My erection grew stiff as my balls filled with the need to release. Just his surly attitude, like a captured bear, and the aggressive position over me had me spreading my legs, opening my knees wide to accommodate him in. So, he could move closer.
“You know what would make me really happy, Cam?” Sage whispered hotly in my ear, his light growth of whiskers brushing against my earlobe.
My throat went bone dry and I lost the capacity to speak. I couldn’t breathe. I needed to give myself room, so I leaned back, pressing my palms into the bed behind me.
The only response I was able to give was a grunt.
Sage snickered wickedly and tipped his head down, staring at my package, which was expanding by the second under his watchful eye. His hand landed over my cock, my dick straining on its own accord against the confines of my zipper and shorts. I could already feel the beads of wetness that clung at the tip from the pre-come gathered there just from the zing of excitement over this encounter.
I didn’t say anything when he squeezed my junk and his hand glided down my length, cupping my balls in his hand.
I couldn’t help but groan.
This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong.
My brain warred with my body, jockeying for position.
Sage is my best friend. We shouldn’t be doing this.
My body demanded action as my thoughts kept centering on the indecency of the situation, even though the same thing happened between me and London. She was my best friend and yet I’d fucked her. No, my problem wasn’t that we were friends, me and Sage. It was that he was a dude and doing this alone together meant we were gay.
Under his ministrations and on its own volition, my body took over and shut down any other consequential thoughts that dissuaded me from acting upon that urge. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the negative thoughts running through my head. The sensations from the heat of his hand and the friction he created was more than enough to give my brain the smackdown.
“Stop thinking…just feel,” Sage demanded, tugging the edge of my shirt up and placing soft kisses along my belly, his tongue popping out to taste the thin line of hair leading down to my waistband.
It’s as if Sage were inside my head. He knew me too well.
It happened lightning fast as I reached the point of no return, where I no longer cared or gave a damn about anything else because it felt too good. Too perfect. Too much. I stopped fighting it and I let Sage take over. He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, urging me to lift my ass. He pulled the material down past my knees, removing one foot at a time from my long legs.
I peeled open an eyelid just to peer down and see what he looked like between my legs. My hard cock stood at attention, throbbing with a deep ache to be touched, hitting against my belly. When I lifted my gaze further, I noticed Sage’s dreamlike expression. Like he couldn’t believe what he saw in front of him. As if it were Christmas morning and his favorite gift is under the tree.
It was like our first time together on London’s birthday when I woke up from a dream to find Sage fucking London, sliding in and out of her with long, smooth strokes. Their bodies slapped against each other in an erotic dance. Fuck, I was so turned on, I just watched and let it happen – helpless to the sensations swirling through my body. I watched, breathed in their scents…
And then the memory vanished and everything else faded away the instant Sage fisted my cock and sucked me into the back of his throat. I let loose a strangled groan.
He hummed around me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and his eyes looked up wildly in admiration when I gripped the top of his dark head of hair and tightened it in my fist. That seemed to spur him on, his fingers sliding under my balls and locating a spot no one had ever touched before.
“Oh fuck,” I shouted.
It took me about two seconds and two licks of his tongue and I came harder and faster than I’d ever come before.
And the minute the euphoria of the post-climax high wore off, and I came back down to earth, I pushed him off me. He landed with a hardthumpon the floor, his lips swollen and shiny, and his mouth covered with the sheen of my release.
That’s when I said the words that would forever haunt me. The words that would ruin our friendship.
“Get off me, you motherfucking faggot. Don’t you ever touch me again, you queer.”
Chapter 13
Present Day
There are certain aspects of my life that I look back on and immediately feel a sense of pride. The first and foremost is making the decision to serve my country in the Air Force, which is my crowning achievement and one of the highlights of my life.
