Freddie #4
“With each other?” Ryker snorts. “No. Maybe it’s the twin thing. It doesn’t feel weird looking at Liam’s hard cock because it looks exactly like mine. He's got a beautiful cock, don't you think?"
I almost swallow my tongue. "You…you shared my cum."
Ryker hums like it's a fond memory. "Sure did…"
"I didn't want to be greedy," Liam says. "Didn't know when the next time would be. I had to share you."
I shiver, remembering the way Ryker had tipped his head back, his slow swallow as he washed me down his throat.
He smears his cock head against Liam’s lower stomach in a slow and deliberate manner. My hips lift of their own accord, pushing my cock through the fist of my hand.
“Are you always this slow when you touch yourself?”
"Do you hear that, Liam? He's complaining about how we jerk off?"
Liam grumbles, "Maybe we should teach him a lesson…"
I hold my breath when they let go of their own cocks and grab each other’s. My best friends, twin brothers, are touching each other to turn me on . . . and it’s working.
“Liam likes it slow but firm,” Ryker explains. “If your wrist isn’t aching when you jerk him off, you’re not squeezing him hard enough . . .”
Ryker demonstrates and Liam grunts. It looks painful, but a big bead of precum drips from his slit. Ryker catches it with his thumb to show me.
“Ryker likes it fast with a twist at the tip,” Liam says. “He’s quick to come, but his recovery is fast, and he can go again within minutes.”
His hand jerks Ryker’s cock, tugging his foreskin and rubbing over the head.
Ryker moans. “That feels good.”
"Are you…are you fucking serious right now?" The last few words from my mouth taper off into a groan.
They laugh and let go of each other.
"Now who's the pervert," Liam murmurs.
"We're fucking with you, babe," Ryker says. "From the harsh breathing coming down line, I'd say you're enjoying it."
Liam grunts, then resumes jerking his cock. “Now it’s our turn to ask questions.”
I swallow hard. “Okay . . .”
“Are you touching yourself watching us?”
“I was,” I admit.
“Why aren’t you now?” Liam asks.
“I would’ve come. I’m close to coming right now, and I’m not even touching myself anymore.”
Liam hums like he was confirming a suspicion. Ryker returns his hand to his cock and goes to town.
“Good. Now turn your camera on.”
I don't respond.
"If Ryker keeps up that pace he's about thirty-seconds away from blowing his load…"
Ryker works his fingers over the tip of his cock, twisting a little and rubbing the sensitive head, and he cries out, “Fuck yes.” He groans. “I want to see your cock, Freddie. I want to be looking at it when I blow.”
I’m lying on my back with my head propped up by my rucksack in the canteen of my work.
It’s not the sexiest location, but the way Ryker is begging to see my cock makes me feel like it is, somewhere forbidden and erotic, somewhere I definitely shouldn’t be touching myself let alone allowing my best friends to see.
“Fifteen seconds,” Liam says.
I turn my camera on. Both of them moan at the sight of my cock.
The sound gives me shivers that leave tightening goosebumps.
I’ve never had a reaction like that to my cock before, and as I touch myself, they keep reacting.
Their groans and curses leave me shivering, desired in a way I didn’t think was possible.
I’m ordinary, nothing special, but they want me.
Ryker comes first, covering his hand and soaking his brother’s pubes in his release.
It drips onto Liam’s boxers and work trousers.
The visual sets me off, and my cum hits my T-shirt where I hadn’t thought to pull it up.
It’s messy, streaking the black cotton. Liam comes last. He squeezes the base of his cock when it starts and doesn’t stroke it again until the last of his cum oozes from his slit.
He swipes it clean with his thumb.
I turn my camera off, not wanting to expose my location.
“Fuck that was hot,” Ryker says, speaking for all of us. “You really do have a beautiful cock.”
I laugh but manage to fight off the hysteria that threatens to take over.
“What?” Ryker asks.
“No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“You better get used to it,” Liam growls. “Because it is, and we’ll keep saying it, not only with words but with tongues, with lips, mouths, throats, and hands. We’re gonna make you believe it.”
I ease out a slow breath.
“Too much?” Ryker asks.
“Just enough.” I smile. “What happens now?”
“I imagine you’ll need to change your T-shirt.” Ryker smirks.
I pull at the fabric. “I’m running kind of low . . .”
“You know where your things are. We could come get you?”
“Not today.” I bite my lip. “I’ll come to you.”
“Tomorrow,” Liam says.
“Not tomorrow.” Ryker huffs. “I’m working the night shift, and I want to be here for your first night in your new home.”
I widen my eyes. “What?”
I’m sure he said home.
“Nothing,” Ryker blurts. “Friday night?”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Friday . . .”
“Freddie . . .”
“Yeah?”
“You know we’re sorry, right?”
I nod. “I know.”
“We love you.”
“I love you too.”
I end the call.
I need a moment to myself, and I know they won’t break the connection first. My best friends want me, and even though I’m scared and this is all new, I think I want them too.