Chapter 13
Cameron
Holy shit.
I moan around the thick heat stuffed in my mouth and almost choke on the taste of salty musk. My whole world narrows down to two points of contact: the throbbing dick pressed against my tongue and the twine of fingers in my hair.
Everything else fades away.
I'm sucking cock. Again. And not just any man's cock, but the cock of my best friend's friend and mentor. Our neighbor. A man old enough to be my father.
I don't think about anyone or anything else.
In the pleasant dark behind my eyelids, I focus on those two domineering sensations. Marlon and Trevor work together to control me, Trevor's hand guiding my head while Marlon commands my mouth. Marlon decides how much of his length I take, but Trevor decides the speed.
All I can do is let myself enjoy the loss of control.
"I make Mikey do this sort of shit all the time." I can barely hear Marlon's voice over my sloppy moans. "Just like you're doing. I keep my boy pinned down while another man has his way with him."
They're talking about me like I'm not even here. Degrading me while making my mouth useful.
"Fuck, that's hot." Trevor hisses.
"Yeah, it is. You got yourself a real deal hot twink. A true blue needy little cock slut."
Trevor's grip on my hair tightens as he moves me back and forth, picking up speed. I take more of Marlon's length into my mouth. Every throbbing inch until my nose is buried in his pubic hair. My throat constricts, spasming around him. With fluttering eyes, I sneak a peek up at him.
He's staring down at me. Watching with a knowing smirk as I whine around his cock.
"You okay with that?" he asks me directly. "Being called names. Being talked down to like you're the greenest boot on post?"
Trevor pulls my mouth off Marlon. His thick erection pops free, slick with my spit.
"Y-yeah."
"You're gonna try that again," Marlon orders. His smirk grows and the glint in his eyes sharpens. He's downright shameless in the control he has over me right now. "Be more polite about it."
"Y-yes…sir?" I guess.
And I guessed right.
Marlon's dick twitches and Trevor inhales loudly.
"Good boy," Marlon says. "So polite. And obedient. And slutty. Got my cock nice and wet. I bet you enjoyed it too. Sluts like you always get off on getting other men off."
Marlon lifts his foot and then he's — oh fuck. He presses the toe of his boot against my erection. I let out a strangled gasp against the cruel pressure. The ultimate proof of my enjoyment. That I like men. I like what Trevor and his friend are doing to me. How they're talking to me. How they're treating me.
And how much I want what comes next.
"Yeah," Marlon says with a click of his tongue. "That's what I figured, but making you say it is more fun. Make you admit it. Hell, make you beg for it. Maybe even cry for it. You'd cry for cock, wouldn't you? Would do whatever your dom told you to do."
"Yes, sir," I moan, but I'm looking toward Trevor. My…my dom? I've never called Trevor that before, but it's not wrong. My best friend. My husband. My dominant. Trevor's all those things. He's everything to me.
"Well, go on." Marlon glances over at Trevor too. "What we gonna do with your hot little bitch next?"
"Fuck him."
Trevor's dark brown eyes are the darkest I've ever seen. Those dark pools are a bottomless pit of lust. Yet his touch is tender as he grabs my chin and strokes my cheek. He wipes the spittle gathering at the corners of my mouth.
My stomach twists and my heart leaps as Trevor bends forward. He places his face in front of mine and draws me into a slow, but sharp kiss. It's a heady exchange that leaves me breathless as Trevor shoves his tongue into my mouth.
He doesn't seem to care that Marlon's dick was just there.
Trevor kisses me with tongue. Bites and licks and sucks before ending it. There's no smile on Trevor's face as he watches me catch my breath and rub my kiss-bitten lips, but his gaze is full of unmasked glee.
"I'm gonna fuck you first, Cam."
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Totally naked. Flat on my back. My legs spread wide and my arms high above my head. I'm pinned like a butterfly on the sofa. Somehow I'm shivering and sweating in equal measure as I stare up at Trevor. He grabs my thighs, kneeling between my legs while he gets his dick out.
"You like this?" Marlon whispers into my ear. While Trevor and I are on the sofa, Marlon's kneeling on the floor. My head is propped up on the sofa arm.
"Y-yeah," I stutter, tripping over my words while my body is trapped.
"I knew it." He exerts more pressure on my delicate wrists, squeezing them so tight that I gasp. "Naughty little twink. You've been waiting for someone to fill you up, huh? Need it so bad that you need it twice."
Marlon's so strong. His rough fingers feel like iron chains. Keeping me in place. Locking me down while I'm opened up.
And stuffed full.
Trevor uses his fingers to prepare me. Those practice sessions with him really paid off. He only needs to use two fingers this time to stretch me out and spread the lube around. Getting my ass ready to accept him.
"It's time for your tight little hole to find out what real cock feels like." Trevor strokes himself while he looks down at me. He's not wearing a condom. Not that I'd ask for one. I understand why Trevor needed to see proof of Marlon's health, but I trust Trevor. I know he's clean.
Though he's about to make me filthy.
The head of his glistening cock teases my puckering hole.
"P-please."
They don't have to order me to beg for it. I'm ready for this. I want it. I want Trevor to open up the way for Marlon to use me later. My skin feels like it's on fire and my mind is melting as I imagine what it's going to be like being stuffed from both ends at the same time.
But first I'm going to learn what Trevor's cock feels like.
Everything almost feels surreal. My mind races over all the events leading up to this one. There isn't a single thing I'd change. I don't regret anything. And I don't want this to stop.
"Tell me, Cam. Beg for it." Trevor kneels with his dick in his hand, stroking himself furiously while he looks down at me. Watching my face. Studying my reaction. Listening to every breath I take. "I wanna hear it…I need to hear it."
"P-please, sir. Please, Trev. Fuck me."
"Fuck, Cam," Trevor hisses. His fingers dig into the meat of my thigh while his other hand holds the base of his dick as he guides himself into me. I shudder and cry out as he pushes his way inside of me. It doesn't hurt, but there's a stretch and burn as he pops my figurative cherry.
"Ah, ah!" I arch my back and moan as the head of his cock rubs against that special little bundle of nerves that make this whole thing so good. I fling my head back and offer my throat. I tug against Marlon's hold, but it's hopeless.
Marlon has me pinned.
And Trevor?
He has me fucked.
I'm being fucked. Oh, holy shit. I cry out as Trevor thrusts between my splayed open legs, moving in and out of me with such speed and force I wonder if there's a race going on. I guess there is. He's chasing down his pleasure and he's taking everything I have to give.
My dick is hard as hell and the tip glistens, but my erection bobs in the air without being touched. My hips move of our own accord, trying to match Trevor's enthusiastic movement. Yet it's too much for me. I can't keep up.
All I can do is lay there and take it. Take Trevor's cock as it fucks in and out of me. Weak. Powerless. Vulnerable. And yet I've never felt more free.
With Trevor's thick cock inside my ass and Marlon's rough hands around my wrists, I'm able to let go of…everything. I enjoy myself, I revel in it. I embrace my new role of being turned into a toy.
Their hot twink.
I'm just like that guy in the porn Trevor was watching. Only I'm better than that, aren't I? Because this is real. I'm real. None of this is pretend. Nobody is doing this for money or views. I'm letting my best friend and this older man who's practically a stranger take my body.
Because I want to submit to them.
Because I want them to use me until there's nothing left of me.
"You think your boy can handle some double penetration?" Marlon asks.
"Fuck, yeah," Trevor grunts. His hips stutter, momentarily losing his neck break pace before he stills inside of me, pushing in so deep that his balls slap against the curve of my ass. "We practiced last night with a dildo. C'mon, Cam. You're gonna suck Marlon while I fuck you."
I'm manhandled into a new position. Put down on my hands and knees while Marlon stands up. He grins down at me, patting my head and brushing my sweaty bangs off my forehead.
"Get ready, sweetie. You're on double duty now."
As Trevor slips back inside, Marlon presents himself. He's wearing protection. I willingly open my mouth and close my eyes. The taste of latex on my tongue is weird, but I ignore it and focus on everything else instead. While Trevor holds me by the hips, Marlon gets me by the hair. I'm trapped again and speared from both ends.
Both my holes are filled at once. Over and over again.
"You're so sweet. So tight. You're being such a good boy. Keep taking it. Keep being my good little slut."
Trevor pounds me from behind fast while Marlon rocks in and out of my mouth. He goes slow, but he does it deep. Tears spring into my eyes as his throbbing manhood tickles the back of my throat.
I don't know how long it lasts.
All I know is that once it happens, it feels like this will never end.
Is this my new life now? Will I ever do anything but be a set of holes to be used?
I don't know and frankly…I don't care.
I'm crying, but I'm moaning at the same time. The pleasure is too much even when it isn't enough to make me come.
I desperately want to jack myself off, but I know better than to touch myself. I won't find release until Trevor makes me come.
Until he gives me permission.
Trevor and Marlon keep talking as they take their pleasure from me. They dole out praise and insults hand in hand. They call me names. Slut, bitch, whore. But they also call me a good boy and tell me I'm perfect.
It's downright intoxicating. I'm suspended in satisfaction. Trevor keeps nailing my prostate on every other thrust, but without a helping hand, I'm denied an end. I'm able to float in that perfect submissive headspace.
The only thing that tugs me back to earth is a question from Marlon.
"You boys want a photo to remember tonight? Or a video?"
"What do you say, Cam?" Trevor's out of breath. "You okay being caught on camera being a gay slut?"
He puts a stop to everything as he pulls out and shoos away Marlon's grip on my hair. Trevor gets his fingers on my chin and twists my head back. I look right at him.
I feel…so raw. So exposed.
I'm sore. Aching all over. I don't feel pretty or photo-worthy yet I can't help but want to document it. I've spent my whole life drawing pictures of others. This time I want to be the subject rather than the artist.
"Please, Trev. I want to remember this. Please, sir. Let him t-take some photos. And a video too."
This is insane.
Trevor and I didn't bother taking any photos of our wedding, but we're going to have dirty snapshots of me losing my virginity? Yet…I want it. I want to give Trevor a little porno of our own making. Though if I'm being honest, it's as much a gift to myself as it is for Trevor.
I never want to forget how I've felt tonight.
And maybe I want the proof so I have something to use as a reference for a future painting.
"Fucking hell, Cam. You're so unbelievable. Fuck, okay. Go on, Marlon."
"Where's his phone?" Marlon asks.
Oh, my phone. They're going to use my phone to record all this. Fuck, that makes it even hotter. "There's no passcode," I whisper. My voice is too hoarse to say anything else.
Trevor gets my phone and gives it up to Marlon. With one hand, Marlon begins to snap photos as Trevor slides back inside. He fits like a glove. My body welcomes him without any issues now. He hits home in one smooth singular thrust. I don't close my eyes.
This time, I stare right into the camera's eye as Trevor fucks me.
With one hand, Marlon holds up the camera while he resumes control of my mouth. I continue looking into the camera as I suck Marlon off. Though he doesn't permit that for long. Within another minute, they're back to fucking me like I'm a set of holes.
I keep my obedient and submissive posture. On my hands as knees as they…use me.
I'm being used.
My shame and arousal are so wrapped they've become one. I'm flushed from head to toe. Gasping and moaning and crying as my submission is recorded forever. How could I have been such a fool before? How could I have never realized this is what I want?
I want Trevor. I want my best friend.
And I want him to share me whenever, wherever, and with whoever he wants.
My balls are about to burst. I need to climax so badly. It's starting to hurt.
"You wanna come, Cam?" Trevor's picked up on my desperate need. Somehow he knows I've hit my shattering point. Though it sounds more like he's taunting me rather than offering me relief. There's that mean edge to his voice that creeps out when he's close to coming.
Instead of being scared, it almost sets me off. Trevor's usually so kind and gentle with me. Even when he's being bossy. So it's an extra thrill when he changes his tune and gets aggressive.
"He's been awfully good," Marlon chuckles. He still has an iron-clad grip on my hair as he steers my head back and forth along his prick. And he's still recording. "I'd say your good little bitch deserves a reward. You've edged him enough."
I can't answer. Not when my mouth is full, but neither Marlon nor Trevor seem to care about what I have to say right now.
Trevor makes the final decision.
"You can come, Cam. Go ahead. Come while you're getting double-teamed. Show us what a good little slut and perfect hot twink you are. Don't need a reach around, right? You can do it, Cam. Go on, do it. Come on my cock, you dirty boy. Show me how much you love this…how much you love me."
It's too much.
There's no way I can hold back now. With Trevor's permission, I come just like that. I come untouched. On my hands and knees with both ends stuffed. With the word love echoing around in my mind. I do love this. And I do love Trevor.
I do.
My orgasm shoots across my belly while Trevor continues taking me from behind, pounding my prostate dead on, and Marlon smothers my cries by making me choke around his dick. My vision blurs as the pleasure overwhelms all my senses, but nothing is lost.
Every second of it is captured on camera.
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Time loses all meaning.
I don't know how much longer it goes on. It’s impossible to keep track of anything. Or anyone. I only notice when Trevor comes because he grips my hip hard enough to bruise. He buries himself balls-deep and fills me with sticky warmth.
And when Marlon reaches his peak, he pulls out…and removes the condom.
I know what to do. I’ve been trained for this. I keep my swollen lips parted and tongue rolled out as Marlon comes all over my face.
Trevor's come trickles down my thighs. I swallow the aftertaste of salt in my throat.
They did it. They both came inside of me. Stuffed and then filled. I was good for them. They took all I had to offer and then they gave me what I needed.
If I could get hard again right now I would.
The warmth of Trevor's seed slips out of my used hole and drips down my quivering thighs. It's done. I can't hold myself up any longer. With a whimper, my arms give out and I collapse forward.
I eat the polyester of the sofa.
"Cam?" Trevor sounds more like himself again. There's no hard edge of lust to his voice. It's like a flip's been switched. He's whispering soft little noises and speaking the gentlest, kindest words as he rolls me onto my side and peppers my face with quick, tender kisses. "Are you okay? Cam, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah."
I want to say more, but my teeth are chattering. Why is that happening? I don't understand. It's not a lie. I do feel okay. More than okay, in fact. I feel more at peace than I've ever felt before. My mind is quiet. My heartbeat and breathing have evened out.
Yet the reactions of my body are at odds with what's going on with my brain.
I don't have the words for what's happening to me. But Marlon does.
"It's just subspace. He'll be alright. Give your boy some time. And a bath. I'll wait here while you see to that."
Marlon stops talking to Trevor and looks right at me. He leans down and brushes my bangs off my forehead. No more taunts or jokes. Or smirks. Marlon’s smile at me is so kind it makes for a strange shape over his mouth, but the look in his eyes is raw with honesty. "You were so good, Cameron. Thank you for your service."
Trevor's protective arms are around me once more. Cradling me close. Checking me all over.
Time turns all fuzzy again.
I'm on the sofa in the living room and then I'm in the bathtub. The water is warm, but not hot. It's pleasant. Everything feels good and right. It's like the whole world has been layered over with fluffy cotton.
Trevor talks as he bathes me. Washing me from head to toe. He even does my hair and all I can think about is how nice that I'll smell of his shampoo and conditioner and body wash again. All his. Trevor wraps me in the biggest towel we have and then helps me dress in my comfiest pair of pajamas.
He tucks me into bed.
Slowly, I start to come back down, but I'm still floating. I wrap the blankets around me tightly and snuggle with a pillow. Trevor only leaves me alone for a few minutes. He comes back bearing nuts and chocolate and a water bottle.
And a glass of grape soda.
"Thanks," I manage to say before I get started on snacking. And drinking. I'm just realizing how hungry and parched I was. Somehow I didn't notice before.
"No," Trevor clears his throat. "Thank you, Cam. Tonight was amazing. It was a lot, but it was…you were so good. Thank you for being so good for me. And good to me. I'm never gonna forget this."
While I eat and hydrate, Trevor rubs my back and runs his fingers through my damp but quickly drying hair. He keeps telling me how good I was and how much fun he had. Praise upon praise, compliment after compliment.
I'm not embarrassed at all anymore. I lap it up without shame. No doubt. No guilt. I let myself freely enjoy all the attention and care that Trevor dotes on me. Just as much as I enjoy being fucked. I smile at the thought. I'm confident and comfortable with everything that's happened tonight.
"Where's my phone?" I ask, blinking owlishly up at Trevor. He's stretched out on the bed with me, but he's lying on top of all the covers.
"Right here." Trevor hands me my phone. "Did you wanna delete everything? Sorry about that. We probably should have cleared that before things got all hot and heavy."
"No, I wanted to make sure it's saved." I smile up at Trevor before I look at my phone. I scroll through the photos and make sure the video is there. "Is Marlon still here?" I ask.
"No, he headed home."
"Oh. He won't think I was rude not to say goodbye?"
Trevor leans forward and presses a kiss across my forehead. "No, he understands. Get some sleep, Cam. You look tired."
I guess I might be. Though I don't feel sleepy. Still, I relax my body and let my mind drift as I stare off at…the window.
And the curtains. Blue curtains. Huh. I've never noticed before that the curtains in the bedroom match the curtains in the living room.
"Blue's my favorite color," I blurt out. The smile on my face grows into a grin. "You remembered."
Trevor's gotten out of bed to turn off the lights. I catch a quick peek at his wide-eyed flustered expression before the room sinks into shadow.
"What? Oh…uh. Yeah, of course I did." For the first time tonight, maybe the first time ever, Trevor flounders over his words. "I did it for you, Cam."
Bullshit. No, he didn't.
At least, Trevor didn't know what he was doing when he did it. It wasn't a choice, it was instinct. Trevor put up those blue curtains in the bedroom back when it was supposed to be only his bedroom.
I can't stop smiling as Trevor gets back into bed.
He slides underneath the covers and I slide over to cuddle with him. I keep my mouth shut, but my eyes are wide open as I stare over at the window. A thin stripe of light pushes its way past the curtains. The glow of the street lamps outside slips into our bedroom and illuminates everything.
Trevor loves me.
And I love him.
I'm gay married to my gay best friend…and I'm gay for him.