Page 41 of B is for Beg

Cal stands, and we both pump our cocks to make them hard enough to put condoms on. Briefly, I wonder if I should offer to jack Cal off if he does the same to me. I dismiss the hot thought. Keep it about Blake. It’s better that way. Even as I tell myself that, my stare snags on the way Cal’s hand glides up and down his cock. As it becomes hard and stands to attention, I notice it’s curved and arches towards his washboard stomach. He really does have godlike proportions. I look up and realise he’s watching me too. A second later, his gaze lifts to mine. Our eyes widen, and we both look away. Fuck only knows why either of us should be embarrassed about watching each other, but it’s clear we both are.

I grab a condom, open the packet, and roll it onto my cock. From the corner of my eyes, I see Cal do the same. While I squeeze plenty of lube over my cock, Cal grabs a fistful of Blake’s hair and jerks his head up.

“You’re going to take my cock,” he says. “And you’re going to like it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Blake says.

I’d love to see the look on his face as he stares at Cal’s cock. It’s a lot more intimidating than mine.

“And you’re going to take my cock up your arse,” I say.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I grasp his hips and line my dick up with his hole.

Cal runs the head of his gloved cock over Blake’s lips. “Open wide, princess.”

I push the head of my cock inside Blake slowly and gently. Although he’s relaxed and warmed up, his arse muscles still clench around my length, hugging it tight.

“Oh, you feel good, baby boy. So hot and tight.”

Cal’s eyelids flutter. “That’s it, princess. Take me.”

Blake moans and groans. His fingers twitch around the bell, but he doesn’t ring it. I thrust into him slowly but deeply, watching as Cal tugs Blake’s head up and down in the same slow rhythm. He doesn’t force Blake’s head all the way down to the root of his cock. His stare is fixed on our boy, and I assume he’s watching him closely so he can gauge how much dick Blake can suck before it’s too much.

“That’s good, princess,” Cal croons. “I like what you’re doing with your tongue.”

I’m almost jealous, except Blake’s arse feels so good.

“I’m going to fuck you harder, baby boy.”

I wait, giving him time to ring or drop the bell before I start to snap my hips back and forth. Cal holds Blake’s head steady, thrusting his hips into our boy’s mouth instead. Blake makes all kinds of unintelligible noises, all of which are sexy as hell. His fingers are tight around the bell, one pressed against the clapper so it can’t accidentally jingle.

“Good boy,” I say. “You’re taking us so deep.”

“You’re enjoying being spit-roasted, aren’t you, princess?” Cal asks.

Blake twists his empty hand into a thumbs-up sign. I grin and fuck him harder. Cal and I lock eyes over our boy’s back. My pulse picks up as I stare into my friend’s eyes. This is new and amazing. We’re both fucking Blake, stuffing him from both ends. I cry out as my orgasm hits me, and I empty my load. I shudder and pant, stroking Blake’s thigh as I savour the way his arse is warming my cock as it softens. Cal pumps his hips harder and then flings his head back, letting out a triumphant cry.

“Fuck, that was good,” he pants.

Blake is trembling, panting, and whimpering.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” I ask.

“Need to come,” he gasps out. “Please, Daddy, please, Sir, let me come?”

“Not yet, princess.”

I arch an eyebrow, but Cal simply grins at me. He lies on the floor beneath Blake and pulls the front of his jockstrap down, setting his straining, leaking cock free. I crouch down to get a better view as Cal jerks Blake off.

“Please, Sir!” Blake’s cry is desperate, and his eyes are squeezed shut. His brows are tugged tightly together, and it’s clear he’s caught between agony and ecstasy.

“Come, baby boy,” I say.

He groans as his dick twitches. Ribbons of cum splatter over Cal’s chest.

“That’s it, princess,” Cal says, still milking Blake’s cock. “Come all over me.”