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CHAPTER TWO

T he nighttime air smells different out here in the middle of nowhere, and I sit beneath my open window, back to the wall and legs to my chest as I enjoy the scent. With my eyes closed, I can almost imagine myself out there, listening to the crickets and staring up at the sea of stars.

It’s peaceful, if not a bit chilly.

Back home, I’ve gotten used to the environment, even in the worst conditions. Even when Mom pokes her head into the room and tells me to light a candle or let in some fresh air. I couldn’t fully grasp what she meant by the smell, but I get it now that I’m out here. Maybe, much to my own annoyance, I should follow Mom’s instructions when I get home. Try sprucing up my bedroom instead of letting the stale air circulate remnants of old fast food and unwashed laundry.

After a night of smoking, drinking, and card games with Dad’s friends, I feel fulfilled. It’s a strange sensation, that. Embarrassingly enough, I was a bit disappointed when the older men all decided to turn in for the night. Not even a little light ribbing about their age was enough to keep them up. I’d relented, but for the past hour, I’ve been wishing for more time with them. More of that happiness.

Not ready to call it a night just yet, I decide I can drink a little more on my own and watch a movie on my laptop in bed. As of late, I’ve only been watching comfort films, and I have a number of newer releases to catch up on before I accidentally spoil myself on social media. Forcing myself up from the ground, I quietly open the door and head towards the kitchen on my tiptoes. The cabin is old, and one wrong step could send a creak rattling through the entire building.

A muffled grunt somewhere not too far away freezes me in place.

For a moment, I question whether I imagined it or not, but when there’s another one, curiosity runs through me.

I pad down the hall towards the direction of the noise, my mind wandering. What if I walk into the living room and find a serial killer who’s been stalking us from the woods? Or, and possibly worst, what if a wild animal has gotten in through a door we left open just a crack? Am I prepared to fight a whole-ass bear right now?

The last thing I expect to see when I peer around the corner into the living room is Derreck standing above Sidney, naked as the day he was born and with his hands on his hips as Sid sucks him off.

All I can do is stare. In that immobile second of time, I convince myself that I’m way too fucking drunk right now and this is just some slutty dream. It’s something that’s become more common these past few months, my hormones shooting up and down like I’m back in high school again. Whatever the culprit was then has to be the culprit for this scene before me now.

But no pinches can wake me up from what isn’t a dream.

Derreck moves his hand from his hip to the back of Sidney’s head, guiding him slowly. A smile stretches across his flawless skin, and he lets his head fall back, a deep chuckle rumbling throughout the quiet living room.

“Fuck, that’s it. Forgot how fucking good you are at this, Sid.”

I feel like an absolute pervert for watching something this private, but I can’t pull myself away from it. I’m glued in this very spot, leering around the wall as Sidney turns his head and drags his tongue over the length of Derreck’s glistening cock. Lit by the soft crackling of the fireplace, it’s almost cinematic. This is the kind of porn I’d pay money for, just as a way to honor the production value.

“You fuckin’ forgot?” Sidney asks, a lilt in his tone. His grip tightens around Derreck’s shaft, and he begins slapping himself in the face with his heavy tool, each impact audibly wet and weighty.

“Been a while,” Derreck offers with a smile.

“Stop talking and let me remind you then, arsehole.”

And it seems, at least from my perspective, that he’s quite good at refreshing Derreck’s memory. In a matter of seconds, the hand that once held the back of Sidney’s head tightens up into a fist. Derreck’s eyes squeeze tight and he flexes his hips forward, feeding every inch to the man down on his knees. Sidney happily accepts, groaning around him. When he pulls back to catch his breath, I see a line of saliva running down his chin before he wipes it away.

Unreal.

Unreal, and fucking weird. Maybe it’s problematic of me to feel this way, but I never got gay vibes from either of them. Sure, Sidney seems inherently homoerotic given his guy’s guy personality, but this? Sucking dick in the middle of the night, warmed by the heat of the fireplace?

“It’s rude to stare.”

The soft whisper next to my ear makes my heart stop. I recognize it immediately, that silky smooth tone that could only belong to Julian. Adrenaline courses through my body and tells me to run like my life depends on it.

“Don’t be scared,” Julian continues, pressing closer to me—as close as we’d been out by the chopping block, working on my axe swinging skills. “They don’t mind anyone watching.”

With my heart throbbing up into my throat, I turn my head a fraction, enough to see Julian standing behind me. In the dark and up close, I can see the grays in his beard and the way his soft lips form a smile. When I glance up, Julian’s warm brown eyes shine with something else. Something dark. A glimmer of mischief.

“I…”

I want to form a coherent sentence, but I’m stuck. Dumbfounded by all of this. It makes my mouth dry and my palms slightly slick.

“Do you like it, Jayden?” He asks, maneuvering around my failed attempt at speaking. “You like watching Derreck get his dick sucked?” Emphasizing his questions, Julian turns my head back to the scene before us.

Sidney’s speed has increased, his head bobbing faster and his throaty noises louder. A soft sheen of sweat glistens on Derreck’s bare chest, and I find him more attractive than I ever have before. The look on his face. The concentration, just one goal on his mind… It’s intoxicating, more than any amount of booze we’ve sipped on today, and I feel a bit dizzied by it all.

“Y-yeah, I like it,” I manage to force out.

Though I can’t see it, I can practically hear the grin on Julian’s face as he whispers, “I knew you would.” He pauses, and a second later, there are hands on me, slipping around and dragging up my chest.

“We wondered about you, y’know,” he hums.

“What do you mean?”

“When you agreed to come up here. Figured you’d wanna stay in your old man’s usual room in the other cabin. The one that’s not as fun as ours. Sid and Derreck said it was just a coincidence. You’d just picked this one on accident. But I wasn’t as convinced.”

Julian’s hands brush along the front of my pajama pants, and my cock throbs from the attention.

“What did you think?” I ask, managing to put a bit more confidence in my voice this time around. I want to let my eyes flutter shut so badly, but I keep them glued on the others, on Sidney working Derreck over with his hands and his mouth.

“I thought you could feel the vibe. You knew our little secret. How we like to have fun up here on these trips every year. I thought you’d picked us for that very reason.” Julian’s hand tightens and he squeezes my dick firmly, eliciting a breathy groan from me. “Either you knew this is what we did every year, or…”

“Or…?”

“Or you’re one very lucky boy.”

I hadn’t had a single suspicion about what Julian, Derreck, and Sidney got up to. In fact, the primary reason I’d chosen to stay with them instead of Dad’s other employees was because I know myself. I wouldn’t be able to deal with being this far from home surrounded by people I didn’t know all that well.

Still, Julian’s words sink in deeper. Luck hasn’t been on my side in years, not since things shifted without warning and I found myself plunged into this endlessly negative space. But maybe this is a moment of grace. Reprieve from all the bullshit I’ve been putting up with lately. Maybe this is something lighthearted with a side of lust.

“I think I’m just lucky,” I say quietly.

“Not yet you’re not.” Julian strokes me through my pants only a moment longer before placing both hands on my shoulders. To my surprise, he guides me out from around the corner and into the living room. Hearing footsteps, the other two men turn to look at us.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s joining us tonight,” Derreck chuckles casually, as if his cock isn’t soaking wet and bobbing around for us all to see. As if this entire scenario isn’t fucking insane.

“There’s the lad,” Sidney smirks.

“Hi,” is all I can eek out. I’m embarrassed in a profoundly unique way. Never before have I felt this combination of discomfort and arousal—this nervous with a tent clear as day in my pants.

“Caught our little buddy watching by the corner,” Julian says with a grin, ruffling my curls. “What did I tell you all? I had a feeling about him.”

“You did say that,” Derreck concedes. He turns to me to ask, “You okay?”

Maybe he can feel the heat radiating off my face, or maybe it’s something more intuitive, but being asked helps calm my nerves just a bit. I nod and say, “Yeah, just kinda…”

“It’s a lot to take in?” Derreck finishes. “I’ve heard that before. Isn’t that right, Sid baby?” He cups the man’s chin, fingers in his rugged beard, before Sidney slaps his hand away.

“Fuck off,” the man mutters under his breath.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” Julian says to me. “You can watch. Right over on the couch there. You can even get comfortable, if you’d like.” His smile is kind, playful even, and he steps around me, easing down onto his knees beside Sidney. For the first time, I can see he’s clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.

With all three sets of eyes on me, I know they’re waiting for my decision. Option one: I can have a seat and watch. Jerk off. Remove myself from the situation and be passive. It’s easy enough. Only, the other option simultaneously calls for me and scares the shit out of me. No matter what I do, my relationship with these three is probably going to be forever changed.

What if Dad ever finds out about this? How will cookouts or company events be if I say yes to the part of me that wants to give into this temptation? And do I care about any of that when I have this opportunity right in front of me? I’d be looking luck in the face and telling it to fuck off if I sit down on that sofa and just watch. That’s why, even to my own surprise, I join Julian and Sidney down on their knees in front of Derreck.

“Good fuckin’ boy,” Sid says, smirking at me before he leans in and presses his lips to the base of Derreck’s cock. His eyes remain on me for a moment, deep and focused, until his attention is drawn elsewhere when Julian inches closer to mirror Sidney’s movements.

Slowly, the two of them work their mouths over Derreck’s dick, which seems physically incapable of sitting still. Twitching and throbbing, precum leaks from the tip and pools on the hardwood floor between my legs. My gaze is torn between the two men servicing him and Derreck himself.

“Fuck,” he grunts, rocking his hips in sync with the others.

My own arousal aches in my pants, harder than any other sexual encounter has ever caused. Not even in my wilder years—like the party where I’d gotten fucked in the back of a truck while others drank and chatted on the porch—had something excited me as much as this. Still, I can’t make the first move, and it takes Julian threading his fingers in my curls and guiding me forward for me to finally join in.

Derreck’s taste is heady and salty, but more than that, he’s so warm. Warm from Sidney’s mouth, or from his own body temperature, he feels hot on my tongue, and I groan around the tip of his dick softly.

The more I take in, the closer Julian and Sidney are, tongues brushing against my own as the three of us work as a team. My eyes flutter shut and I let my tongue free, dragging along the thick veins on the underside of Derreck’s dick.

I lose myself in the moment, palming my pants in a half-hearted attempt at relief. Beside me, Sid groans, catching Julian in a kiss audible enough to make me open my eyes and watch. Their tongues flick together, greedy in the way they both fight for dominance over the other.

“Go deeper,” Derreck says, guiding me back to the task at hand. Er, mouth.

Following his instructions again, I take in a breath through my nose and allow his thick cock to slide further past my lips. My throat spasms around the invasion, but I will myself to take it all slowly.

Derreck hums softly. “Good boy, there you go. Look how good he’s doing.”

“Kid’s a natural,” Sid says.

Julian’s fingers feel like heaven as they tease my curls, dragging along my scalp in an impromptu massage. I hate how easily this gets to me, how such simple praises only encourage me to do more. To give more. To be as good a boy as I can possibly be for these three.

“Deeper, Jayden,” Julian whispers, pressing his lips to my neck. “All the way down, baby. Let him own that throat of yours.”

My face contorts and I whimper, my jaw arguing with me when I open wider to accommodate the thicker base of Derreck’s length. More than anything else I’ve ever wanted before, I want to make them proud. I want to fit all of Derreck inside. He works his hips forward, and soon my nose is buried in the tight curls of his pubes. My eyes water, but I make no move to clean the tears away.

“Goddamn,” Derreck groans, thrusting hard. “Look up at me, Jay. That’s it… Look how pretty you are, crying over my shit. It’s that good, ain’t it?”

A strangled, throaty noise of confirmation is all I can give him. He’s always been attractive to me, often the inspiration behind a few jerk sessions when he’d stop by for drinks with Dad, but from this angle?

This angle makes Derreck a work of art. The way his bush thins as it climbs higher, disappearing as each peak and valley of his abdomen guides my eyes up to a once-warm face now grinning down at me with salacious euphoria. I could die happy, right here and now. Or so I think.

The true ecstasy comes when Derreck takes over, holding my head steady as he begins to fuck my face. The sound is lewd, wet and sloppy. My chin is soon slick with my own saliva, but before I can make a move to clean it, I feel Julian’s hand travel past the waistband of my pajama pants and search for my erection. With every snap of Derreck’s hips, Julian strokes me in tandem, a cool, confident smile on his lips as he watches me writhe with pleasure.

I can barely sit still or keep quiet.

Sidney’s voice is close to my ear as he speaks, “You’re a pro, aren’t you, boy? D’s got the longest prick between the three of us and you’re taking it with no problem.” His chuckle is dark, and he nuzzles closer, warm breath washing over every raised goosebump on my skin. “Bet you get treated like this often, slut.”

Not as often as I want.

I nod nonetheless.

“You’ve wanted this for years, huh? Fantasized about all of Da’s friends taking their turn with you. Showing you what a man can do to a needy boy like you. Turning you into a proper little cockwhore.”

Praise has always had an effect on me, but this? This tone in Sidney’s voice, this bit of degradation? It’s the polar opposite response I’d anticipated, yet it fuels me all the same. Like a sharp slap to the ass, I’m eager to perform. Not to be applauded, though, but to be ridiculed.

“Be nice to him,” Julian says with a laugh, tightening his grip as he pumps my cock in his hand.

“Fuck that,” Sid retorts lightly. “Don’t let Julian get in that pretty head of yours, boy. You know your place is down here on your knees letting D use that mouth however he wants.”

So, I let him.

I drop my hands from his thighs and look up at him expectantly. Derreck wastes no time once given permission. His movements are slow at first, but the quicker he goes, the further his length slides down my throat. It’s hard enough getting him down there as is, but with Julian gripping my cock in my pants and stroking me, I gag around him, more tears welling up in my eyes.

“It’s okay,” Derreck hums, swiping under my eyes. “Just relax. Let me have that little throat. That’s a good boy.”

A surprised noise escapes me when another hand slips down the back of my pants. Sidney grips my ass, fingers digging into soft skin, and leans in close to my ear once more.

“That’s it, boy. Take it. Suck that fuckin’ cock. Drool all over it.”

I ache to crawl out of my own skin, desperate and overcome. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Sure, I’ve had intimate moments with more than one guy at a time, like a drunken three-way makeout session or beating off to porn together. But something like this—the kind of shit I’d watch on my phone in the middle of the night—doesn’t happen in real life.

Except…it is. It’s happening now. Every slick pump around my shaft or sting of nails in my ass cheeks or throaty noise I sputter around Derreck’s dick is real. Overstimulating and real and fucking heavenly.

I can’t hold back any longer, try as I might. From the little twist Julian gives the head of my dick to the way Sid paws at me, it’s too much for me to resist. I feel my stomach tighten and I cry out with Derreck’s cock down my throat. Everything hits at once like a punch to my gut, and I’m coming hard in Julian’s grip.

He milks my cock insistently, pressing kisses to my jawline. “Very good. Give me all of it, Jayden.”

I turn to face him and find him wearing the expression of someone sympathetic and diabolical at the same time. He enjoys seeing how he’s made me come undone, my load dripping from his fist as he continues to pump me. It’s all I have not to go limp and suffocate with Derreck stuffed down my throat. I just about do, until electricity seemingly zips through the man standing above me.

“Fuck, I’m close. Let me see that pretty little tongue, baby boy,” Derreck grunts, pulling his hips back and wrapping a hand around his dick. I follow his commands without a second thought, sticking out my tongue and staring up at him expectantly. This is always my favorite part, the waiting. The ragged breaths. If I hadn’t just come a few moments before, I’d be rock hard all over again.

As Derreck brings himself closer to his climax, Julian and Sidney inch closer too, hands stroking his thighs and stomach. The anticipation grows as we all share in it until it’s nearly too much for me. Just as I approach my limit for patience, Derreck lets out an almost violent noise of pleasure as his orgasm hits.

Thick warmth coats my tongue seconds later, and instinctively, I move closer, not wanting to let a single drop of his heavy load fall anywhere else other than my face. Three more powerful shots of cum land on my chin, cheek, and nose.

The others practically descend on me, one hand wrapping tight around the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss while the other licks up cum running down my chin and neck. I don’t know whose lips are on me and whose tongue, nor do I care. Moments later, we’re swapping positions, another set of greedy lips on mine. Sidney’s grunt is the only clue I have, and I let him consume me with his rough affection.

“Swallow,” he instructs me, one weathered hand grabbing tight around my throat. He lets a thick wad of cum roll from his tongue onto mine. Rather than obeying, something rebellious comes over.

“Or what?”

The moment the words leave my lips, I’m grateful for them. I hear Derreck let out a laugh of surprise.

“Or I’m going to stand up and throatfuck you until it hurts to swallow for the next week, boy.” There’s no hesitation in his tone. He speaks like it’s a promise, and the idea of it curls my toes and quickens my heartbeat.

On instinct, I swallow hard. Sidney smiles devilishly at me. “Good slut. Now, clean off D and tell him thank you.” With a light shove, he pushes me towards Derreck’s slick, softening dick.

Glimmering in the dimly lit living room, I can’t think of anything more beautiful than his heavy cock. With a hand around the base, I lick over the leaking tip, cleaning up every last drop. When I wipe my mouth, I flick my eyes up at him.

“Thank you, Derreck,” I say, surprising myself with how similar to a purr it sounds.

Derreck lets one hand fall from his hip and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You’re welcome, baby boy. Did you have fun?”

Curling into his touch, I nod gently. “Yeah.” I press my forehead to his thigh, closing my eyes. “So much fun.”

“Good.” He pats the back of my head tenderly. “You wanna keep playing?”

Julian clears his throat. “I think that might be good for tonight, huh, Jay?”

I nod and turn my head so I can meet his eyes. “Yeah, I, uh… I need to sleep.”

“He just wants the two of us to himself and doesn’t wanna share,” Sid mutters.

“I don’t want you puncturing his lung, actually.”

Sid snorts. “He’s tough. He can take it. But fine. Take your arse to bed.”

I push up from the floor, standing and groaning. Part of me wants to stay, but the other part, where rationality beats out the urge to get my dick wet, tells me to back off and take this slow. Process it. That’s how I find myself reluctantly walking back to my room.

Before I round the corner, I stop and rush back to peck Derreck on the lips. In response to his inquisitive look, I say, “You’re the only one I didn’t get to kiss. Don’t want you feeling left out or anything, Big D.”

Derreck’s laugh booms, and he gives me a shove. “Get your ass in bed before I bend you over that couch and give you some big D.”

Grinning, I turn and head back to my bedroom. With the door closed, I press my back against it, closing my eyes and shaking my head. What the fuck is tonight? Did that really just happen? And why, knowing how wrong it is to mess with guys that work for Dad, do I want nothing more than to march back in there and fuck all three of them to the point of utter exhaustion?