Chapter 11
Trevor
"Let's do this in the bathroom." I gently grab Cameron by the elbow. "Just in case you make a mess."
All those cozy feelings about dinner are fading away. A new sort of hunger and a brand new craving stirs within me. Part of me still can't believe this is happening. Cameron's okay with this. With me. With all of the dark and dirty shit I want to do with him.
And to him.
He wants this too.
Cameron's like putty in my hands as we get into the bathroom and I help him take off his clothes. He's already breathing hard, his flat chest rising and falling rapidly as his breath gets caught in his throat. I work quickly, but surely, treating Cameron like he might spook at any moment.
I know this is still brand new to him.
He's so delightfully reactive. So wonderfully sensitive. I drop a tender kiss onto his shoulder after pulling off his shirt. When he starts to fumble with the button to his shorts, I take over for him. And then it's done. His pale but blush-covered body is bared to me while I'm still fully dressed.
The sight of him shivering with such vulnerability.
"Hey," I whisper against the shell of his ear. "I want you to enjoy this too, Cam. Let's use a toy. I got another one. It's special. Has a suction cup at the base so you can stick it anywhere while playing."
Cameron turns pink all over. "You mean…?"
He can't bear to say it out loud.
"That's right," I nod, still tracing his earlobe with my lips. And a little hint of teeth. "I wanna see you bouncing on it while you'll sucking me off. You're gonna need to practice double penetration anyway. Why not try out both at once?"
"O-okay," Cameron agrees, already breathless.
"Turn around," I tell him. No. The edge in voice is too rough, too hard. That's an order. "I'm gonna prep you."
Fucking hell. How'd I ever get so lucky? The way Cameron hands himself over to me. Gives up his will. He lets me take control. I've always been the driving force in our friendship, but this goes far beyond Cameron's lenient nature and his sexual curiosity.
He's a real deal submissive. And that's saying something. I work in a field where plenty of guys enlist because they like being told what to do, but I think Cameron needs it.
And I'm more than happy to give him everything he needs for as long as he wants me.
"Bend over the sink, Cam."
Cameron can't bear to look himself in the eye. He squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see himself in the mirror. I allow him that shyness as I fetch a bottle of lube. A water-based one. Cameron may have accidentally come across one of my boxes of secrets, but there's plenty more where that came from.
I get out the second dildo as well though I don't tease Cameron with it. Not yet. All I do is get it set up on the shower floor, gripping the base of the toy and pushing it down hard.
The dildo sucks itself into place. I tug at it to make sure it's secure.
Safe and sound.
Cameron will be able to bounce around to his heart's content.
When I turn back to look at Cameron, he's done exactly as I ordered. Bent over. Head bowed. His knuckles grip the edge of the counter until they've gone white. I walk over and gently run my palm down his spine and across his waist in a soothing gesture.
"Thank you, Cam. You're so good for me, fuck. We're gonna have so much fun. Remember, if you get too overwhelmed we'll take a break. Or stop for the night. Whatever you want…but until you say no, it's my way. Got it?"
"Y-yeah," Cameron mutters back. "I got that. I want this. Please, Trev. I want you to make me feel good again."
"Gonna make you feel so good," I promise as I squirt an overly generous amount of lube on my fingers. I rub it between my fingertips, warming it up so the invasion won't be cold. One by one, I curl my fingers into Cameron. In. Out. In. Out. Teasing and stretching his hole until he starts to pant.
"Relax," I say, soft and kind even if the movement of my fingers is demanding. Cameron's still a virgin, technically. Which is a loaded word that shouldn’t mean anything. But between us it means everything.
Cameron's never slutted around. He's what they call a baby gay in the scene. An innocent rookie who's experienced so little and still has so much to learn.
I need to be his mentor in this. His guide. A teacher, in a way. I can still get my rocks off, but Cameron's comfort comes foremost. So, I make sure he's lubed up and stretched out thoroughly.
I don't stop finger-fucking him until he's craning up on his tip-toes, arching his back and trying to rock against the possessive thrusts of my finger curling in and out of his quivering hole.
Cameron still hasn't opened his eyes.
I watch for both of us. I stare directly into the mirror so I don't miss a single second of Cameron's reaction. I devour each twitch in his face. Every sigh, pant, and moan that falls from his slack mouth.
I want to fuck Cameron so bad right now. I'm rock hard for him and my mind feels like it's been burnt to crisp, but I won't push him into anything he's not ready to do. Or take away his choice to lose his virginity the way he's decided to do it.
Even if it is bonkers for a guy like Cameron to lose it in a three-way.
I'm one to talk. I did it myself, after all, but this is different.
He's such a bottom.
And a sub. And a twink.
Fuck.
The more I try to talk myself out of it the deeper I dig myself into wanting this. Both for myself. And for Cameron. For both of us.
"You ready?" I ask. I do my best to suppress the growl in my voice, but it still edges out.
Cameron nods. His eyes closed. His mouth is sealed shut.
"Get in the shower, slut." I'm still watching him, monitoring his reaction. Trying to gauge if I've gone too far or said too much.
"Trev," he whimpers. Cameron's erection twitches and the blush on his face darkens.
"You like that?" I ask, licking the smile on my mouth. Yeah, I can see Cameron likes it when I call him dirty names, but I want to hear him say it. "Love it when I'm a little mean while being so nice to you?"
He nods again. "Yeah, I like it. I don't know why but I…I really like it, Trev."
"Kinky slut," I chuckle while I help Cameron get into the shower. He stares down at the dildo with wide eyes. "That's so much bigger than the other one."
I'm quick to reassure him. "I stretched you out real good and we'll use more lube. Don't worry about that fake cock for now, Cam. First, you're gonna get more familiar with a real one."
My cock, that is.
"Kneel, Cam."
Cameron slowly prostrates himself in the shower. Goddamn, he looks good like that. I'm breathing in deep as I tug off my tank top and pull down my sweatpants.
"You're big too, Trev," he whispers, but he's licking his lips and staring at my package with obvious desire.
"We'll go slow," I tell him. I wrap my fingers around the base of my pulsing erection, giving it a tug and my balls a massage to ease off the pressure that's been building up. Cameron watches the mini-show squirming on his knees.
I grin. This is going so well and it's about to get better. There's a small part of me that's whispering I should stop this, but it's drowned out by the louder demands of my desire. I take the bottle of lube with me as I get into the shower.
It's fine, I tell myself to shut up that little spark of doubt.
This is just for fun and Cameron wants it as much as I do. And I'm going to take care of him. I'll make this good for him too. I set aside the lube with the shampoo and conditioner. I lean against the shower, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I dive in.
"What are you waiting for?" I invite with my grin spread wide and my cock on display. "Get over here and start exploring the world of blowjobs, Cam."
"R-right," he stumbles over his words and then he inches forward on his knees. His gaze flickers between my face and my cock. As if he can't decide where to look.
"You can keep your eyes closed if you want."
"Thanks," Cameron mumbles. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth. His lips wrap around my cock.
Fuck. Fuck.
A groan strains against my throat. I toss my head back and bury my fingers into Cameron's mop of blond hair. Hot. Tight. Wet. Cameron's mouth feels like heaven despite his hesitation. He sucks slow and tentative. Almost kitten-like as he leans back and licks on my cockhead.
"I'm not made outta glass, Cam. My dick won't break. Suck it harder, really hollow out your cheeks."
"R-right. Okay."
I glance down to watch as Cameron gulps hard and licks his lips. Eyes still shut. He has both hands on me, one on my thigh and the other at my waist, gripping me like an anchor in a storm. I think we're both drowning and the shower isn't turned on.
Cameron opens his mouth wide and finally starts sucking me in earnest.
Fucking hell. He's moaning so loud as he does it. He sounds like he's about to come just from sucking my dick. I keep my hand in his hair as he practices. I breathe deeply and muster all my self-control to keep my hips still and my grip relaxed.
I don't want him to choke on it.
Not during his first time, at least. Not without clearing that sort of play with him beforehand.
I let Cameron suckle on me on his own time. He sets the pace and I soak up the attention, offering encouragement and giving feedback.
"Watch your teeth," I warn him. Cameron moans again in reply. He's working up his confidence, sucking harder and faster. "Yeah, that's it. Good slut, keep sucking.."
I keep my eyes wide open and watch every second of Cameron's first blowjob experience. His head bobs back and forth, progressively taking more of my cock as the seconds tick by. Inch after inch disappears past the enticing wet pink of his lips. The corners of his mouth strain around the thickness of my manhood.
And he just keeps moaning. Makes little animal noises of submission as he sucks on me. Fuck, he's so into it that he's even not touching himself. Lightly palming his dick while he's sucking on me like a lollipop.
Enough of that. Cameron's going to make himself come too soon. I grab hold of his hair and gently guide him backward, my cock springing out of his mouth.
"Sorry," Cameron gasps immediately. He brings up his hand to wipe at the spittle around his mouth. "Did I do something bad?"
"No, you're doing great. You're good, Cam. So fucking good."
I give his hair a tug and delight in the way Cameron gasps from the rough treatment. My delight only grows as he follows along as I direct him backward along the shower floor, squirming as I get him positioned kneeling directly over the dildo.
"Slick it up," I order while handing over the bottle of lube. "You gotta learn how to do this part yourself."
I let go of Cameron's golden locks as he accepts the bottle and pours it into his palm. He reaches down between his legs and wraps his slippery fingers around the dildo. With the same exploratory ambition, he familiarizes himself with the dildo the same way he got acquainted with my cock.
I stand there and enjoy the show.
"I know you think it's too big, but you'll see. Once it's all the way in you're gonna love it. Fuck, Cam. I'm so proud of you for this. Trying new things. Testing things out. Going after what you want. And I'm not saying that just 'cause you sucked my dick."
I chuckle and Cameron gives me a quick smile. The blacks of his eyes are blown wide and he's shaking. Scared, but happy. Is that even a thing? It is for Cameron.
"You're being so slutty," I practically purr while I tug on my dick. I don't need any help staying hard, but the tension is unbearable. The need to fuck my best friend and stake my claim over my husband is overwhelming.
Yet I hold myself back. Don't shut my mouth though.
"But I want you to be more slutty. Look how badly you need it, Cam. You're so hard. I wanna see you be a total cock slut."
"H-how?" Cameron asks. Though we both already know what I'm going to tell him to do. But it's fun to have Cameron play along. To act a little coy. It just makes his keen curiosity and open acceptance of it all hotter.
"Fuck yourself on the dildo. Ride that fake cock like it was real. Show me how you'd…serve another man with your sweet little hole." I almost trip over my words, but I catch myself in time. Holy shit. I can't believe that Cameron is letting me talk like this to him.
This is better than any porn I've ever watched.
Or any of the one-night stands I've had.
"Trev!" he protests, but Cameron looks like he's about to melt from lust. He's already gripping the base of the toy. He spreads his legs wide as he positions himself. Slowly, ever so slowly, Cameron sinks onto the dildo.
He gasps. Loud. His startled cry bounces off the pristine walls of the shower. I grind my teeth together as I watch him. The urge to drop down and plant my mouth over his and swallow all of his cries is overwhelming, but I force myself to stay on my feet.
I keep watch as Cameron adjusts to the unyielding length and thickness of the toy.
He's still shut-eyed, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
"Don't hurt yourself. Go slow, Cam, but keep going."
I stroke my dick while I watch Cameron fuck himself. Up, down, up, down. He puts one hand on the wall to steady himself as he tries to find a rhythm. The moans and cries out of his mouth are downright obscene and he hasn't even taken the dildo to the base.
"Here, re-slick it." I pick up the lube and pass it down to him. "There's no such thing as too much lube. Remember that."
Cameron's fingers shake as he accepts the bottle, but he gets it open and coats his finger with the slippery aid. Slowly, he pulls himself off the dildo and re-angles himself. He grasps the dildo and spreads the lube up and down.
Tentatively, he looks up at me. "Trev? This is…I really like this."
Both my dick and heart pulse like crazy.
"Me too." I clear my throat and take my hand off my dick. If I keep touching myself I'll get off too soon. "I love watching you do this. Keep at it, Cam. Ride the dildo, take that cock."
Cameron nods his head and gets back into position. He lowers himself onto the toy and his cries are renewed, no, they're stronger. Cameron's finally sinking all the way down now. He's taking every single inch of unrelenting silicone.
"Trev?" he pants out, licking his pretty pink mouth while looking up at me. Pleading. Begging. He doesn't need to say anything more.
"That's it. Good job, Cam…good boy."
The endearment slips out of my mouth. I didn't think about saying it. I just said it. Cameron doesn't break eye contact with me as I step closer to him. My manhood is still rock hard and curves toward my belly button.
"Please, Trev. Say…say it again."
"You're good. You're a good boy, Cam." He's being such a good boy for me. My dick, my brain, and my tongue are all on fire as I heap praise upon praise on Cameron. The more I praise him, the louder he gets.
And the wider he opens his mouth.
I can't take it anymore. I can't deny taking what I want. Or giving Cameron the thing he needs the most. I grab the back of his head and sink my cock into his mouth. He's done it. My best friend and husband is sucking me while he fucks himself on the toy.
This is the hottest thing in the world.
While Cameron works the toy I help myself to his mouth. It's so damn perfect. Hot and wet. Tight and willing. I shallowly thrust my hips forward and sink into that sinfully sweet heat. "So good, Cam. Such a good boy for me. A good cock slut."
He whines as I begin to slowly, but surely, fuck his face. I lose myself in the sensation. There's no more holding back my dominance now. It all comes out as Cameron takes and takes and takes it from both ends. He's bouncing up and down on the dildo while I thrust in and out of his mouth.
The sounds of our mutual pleasure fill around the small bathroom. Loud. Hot. Wet. The smack of flesh and tongue as we both chase our ends. I grunt and groan while Cameron moans and cries. I'm not going to last for much longer. It feels too damn good. But there's no way I'm coming first.
"Jerk yourself, Cam. Be a good boy and come while my cock's in your mouth."
He does it.
With only two more quick tugs, he's coming. Cameron shoots off across his belly with my hand still buried in his hair and his nose tickling my pubic hair. I'm balls-deep inside his mouth as he's crying out his pleasure, sputtering and choking around me.
With hooded eyes, I pull myself out of the silky heat of his mouth. I'm going to come, but I don't want to spill down his throat. I want to see it. I need to mark him.
Fuck.
I've got to claim him. To put my creamy seed all over his blushing skin. White and pink all over. That's the color I want to paint Cameron.
Besides, I couldn’t bear it if I came in his mouth and Cameron didn’t swallow. Being rejected like that…no. I can’t imagine it right now.
"Can I-I'm gonna come on your face?" All the wires in my brain are crossed. I don't know if I should ask permission or give the order.
Maybe it doesn't matter. Cameron is already nodding.
"Please."
He keeps his mouth open as he waits for me to ruin his pretty face.
I take myself in hand again and tug on my dick. Within a few seconds, it's over. I aim at Cameron's slack mouth and paint him with my pleasure. I let it all go in one final, definite act of dominance. Cameron's the pinnacle of perfect submission.
Sweet and obedient.
Perfectly willingly. Hungry for it.
My come drops down his chin and strings across his cheek. Like a kitten, his tongue darts out to clean up the come that's fallen across his bottom lip. He even swallows it. Me. He swallows the proof of the pleasure I got from using him.
It's too much. I can't let myself look anymore.
I might never want to let Cameron wear anything but my come ever again. I lean back and slouch against the wall. I let my head tilt back. Without looking, I turn on the shower and let it douse us both with a spray of warm water.
I should have known this new thing between us would get messy.
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"Dude, come closer."
It's dark. And cold. Both are problems, but only one of those needs to be fixed right now. I reach across the cool empty space on the bed separating me from Cameron. It's a no man's land that doesn't need to exist. Never really did, to be honest. I know how Cameron seeks me out like a heat seeking missile in the dead of the night.
"What, like…like you want to cuddle?" I hear and vaguely see the faint outline of Cameron's body as he flops sides, turning to face me in the darkness.
A light chuckle rises in my throat. "Cam, you have my ring on your finger and you just had my dick in your mouth. Cuddling is one of the least gay things we do together."
Cameron huffs, but scoots toward me. "I told you, it's not the gay thing that bothers me."
"It bothers you a little," I counter as I reach out for him. I tug Cameron closer. Close enough that I can feel the press of his body heat and the scent of my shampoo in his freshly washed hair. After the blowjob, I made sure we were both soaped all over and washed up. "It's okay to feel whatever you feel."
I don't want him to pretend otherwise. No downplaying. No excuses. I want all of Cameron's emotions. Every thought. Every idea. There's nothing off-limits between us. Not when it comes to taking care of him.
Or at least that's what I tell myself.
"You know I worry too, right?" I admit. "I've felt weird about the shit I like too."
"Really?" Cameron asks. The word is so soft it's almost lost against his pillow.
"Yeah." My throat feels like sandpaper. I force myself to swallow before I continue. As I speak, I fling my arm behind my head and look up at the ceiling. "Sometimes I feel bad. I mean, I did call you all those nasty names. It'd make sense if you felt weird about any of that. Fuck, I'd understand if you hated me for it."
Cameron's quick to protest. "What? No way. I like it, Trev. I don't why. I just do."
You're submissive, I want to tell him, but I press my lips together to keep silent.
"It was really hot," he continues. His voice drops lower but remains true. "Especially the um end."
Cameron is way too cute.
I lick my lips while grinning at the drywall. "And when I came all over your face? That was okay with you too?"
"Y-yeah," Cameron answers. I can hear the blush in his voice. "Anyway, thanks. For tonight. And the other night too. I'm not weirded out by anything we've done. Or all the things you've said. But I was nervous. I wanted to make sure I could actually do it."
Cameron gets closer. I can feel his breath along my neck.
"I know I can do it now. And I could never hate you, Trev. Not after everything you've done for me."
My stomach twists. This whole conversation should be reassuring, but I can't help but feel…I don't know. Cameron's not the only one haunted by confusion about why he's into what he's into. I've got a ghost in my ear too. All those worries about being a monster and doubts about whether I'm doing right by Cameron.
"I'm more excited than nervous," Cameron whispers in the dark. "I hope I do okay. I hope I'm…good for you."
"You're gonna do great, Cam. We'll all have fun." I wrap my arm around Cameron's smaller form. His skinny body. So much more fragile and vulnerable compared to me. "I'm so proud of you and I'll always…take care of you. No matter what happens."
Love him.
I want to tell Cameron I'll always love him, but that word has taken on an entirely new meaning now. This is beyond friendship or lust. There's nothing convenient about the new level of love I have for him. The feeling gets stuck in my throat and refuses to dislodge itself.
“Hey, about tomorrow?” Cameron clears his throat as he cuddles close, using my chest as his pillow.
I keep my eyes closed, but I’m still listening. “Yeah?”
“Could we do it in the living room?” he asks. “I don’t want Marlon here. In the bedroom. I dunno why. I guess it’s just—”
I squeeze the back of Cameron’s neck before I run my fingers through his hair. “You don’t gotta explain, Cam. We’ll keep the show confined to the living room. About time we break in the sofa, yeah?”
We both chuckle though it’s no laughing matter.
I agree with Cameron. The bed is just for us.