Page 64 of B is for Beg

Blake: …

Calvin:I’m kidding, princess. You’re the only one we’ve got eyes for.

Blake:Good.Do you want to see today’s underwear?

Gabe:Smooth change of subject.

Blake:I know, right?Do you?

Calvin:What kind of a question is that?

I laugh and wriggle out of my jeans. I angle my camera so I can take a picture of the lacy boxer briefs I’m wearing. The sides are flower lace, while the crotch and back are transparent with black stripes. They’re so comfy to wear. I send them the photo.

Gabe:I approve.

Calvin:Me too.Do me a favour, princess. Stroke your cock until it’s hard and then send us another picture.

Blake:You’re not going to let me come, are you?

Calvin:Nope.

Blake:Normally, I wouldn’t refuse an order like that, but I’ve got to go and make dinner for Corey and Lexi in a few minutes, and I don’t really want to do that sporting wood. Sorry.

Gabe:Fair.

Calvin:I’ll give you a pass this time. But, princess…

Blake:Yeah?

Calvin:Before you go to bed tonight, do as I’ve asked and send us a photo.

Blake:Yes, Sir.

The stupid smile that’s been on my face this whole conversation gets bigger and bigger. These two men make me ridiculously happy. I don’t know what it is about them that makes me smile until my cheeks ache, but I know I want to bottle this feeling so I can keep it forever.

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Calvin

Blake:Is this what you wanted to see, Sir?

Blake has sent us another photo of those gorgeous lace boxer shorts, but this time his cock is hard, just as I asked. The lace is pretty see-through, so I can clearly see the shape of his erection pressing against the lace. It’s almost eleven, so I’m already in bed, wearing nothing, as usual. I grasp my cock with one hand and tap out a response with the other.

Cal:Gorgeous, princess. What are you going to do about that hard cock of yours?

Blake:Nothing, Sir. Unless you let me?

I imagine him staring at his screen with a hopeful expression on his face as he waits for my response.

Gabe:So beautiful, baby boy.

Cal:Oh, so you are awake.

Gabe:Who me? Just about.

Blake:Sir?

I chuckle. Blake’s persistent, I’ll give him that.