Chapter 5
Vincent da Silva
A knot in my throat, my pulse was quickening as I gawked at the monitor.
My palms starting to sweat, the cigarette was pinched between my fingers, heat rushing through my veins.
My cock hardening, I was partially shocked, partially awestruck as Violetta slowly pumped a long, thick cucumber in and out of Tyler’s ass.
My mouth slightly opened, I was panting, unable to even blink.
Unh, fuck yeah, baby, push it deeper.
She giggled and then obliged, creating a very sensual, elongated moan that tickled my ears. Mm, you are so sexy, baby, she whispered, firmly stroking his cock with her free hand.
He was on his back, knees bent, hips propped on the pillows. His face twisted, his teeth were gleaming, a palm slapping to the headboard. Oh, fuck, Letta. Unh. Oh, my fucking god, it feels so good.
She moaned, her head tipped to the side, her irises glazed. Every time she withdrew the vegetable, she’d twist it to the side as she pushed it back in. Though I couldn’t see his ass from this angle, I could only imagine how tight it was since he was brand new to penetration.
“Fuck,” I rasped, taking a long drag without breaking my focus.
Out of nowhere, a long forgotten memory surfaced of me and Billy Wagner back in high school.
Curious and experimenting with our sexuality, we had no idea that interest would turn into a lifelong love.
Just two young boys, with no experience or knowledge of intimacy or sex, and something was created that, over a decade later, was still strong, still unbreakable.
My heart sinking, I looked down at the cherry of the cigarette.
Maybe not as unbreakable as I once thought.
I had to make sure my common sense was stronger and louder than my heart because Billy was never going to acknowledge me in public and I couldn’t waste the rest of my life stashed away in his closet of skeletons.
Perhaps he didn’t love me as much as I thought he did. After all, if he was as devoted as I was, he never would have married Rebecca. I was willing to shout to the world we were in love and going to be together forever. He would never take that stand.
“Jesus,” Dash croaked, startling me.
My pulse skipping a beat, I coughed and abruptly sat up, fumbling to mute the camera.
“Wait…wait,” he said, holding his palm out while inching closer.
Tipping my head to peer up at him, I was panting, humiliated I’d been busted spying on my sister and her boyfriend. Christ, how could I have not heard him come in?
His eyes were wide, his Adam’s apple lurching, his chest heaving slightly. “Dude,” he muttered and then gulped. “I ain’t never seen a straight man like his ass played with so much.”
My brows lifting, I looked back at the screen. “What, you’ve seen them do it before?”
He nodded slightly, completely enthralled.
“Yeah, they, uh… uh, f-found…they found my dad’s girlfriend’s stash and used a dildo yesterday.
I mean, they did it when I was out and you was with the kids in the woods, so I saw them when I got home and rewound the tapes, but…
” He licked his lips and gulped. “Dude.”
I looked back at them and my jaw fell. During my distraction, Violetta had lubed up the other end of the cucumber and put it inside her pussy.
Her legs thrown over his, they were grinding together, fucking one another rather aggressively.
Tyler’s head was pressing into the pillow, his neck curved, all the veins sticking out.
His teeth gritted, he was growling deeply, viciously yanking his very impressive cock.
“Goddamn,” Dash croaked. “I know she’s your sister, man, but jesus fuck, that’s a beautiful cunt.”
Was it? I wouldn’t know. Besides, all I was seeing was a dick slightly above average in length that had a small curve just under the tip, its width absolutely perfect.
A nice, golden tan, the veins were thick, the balls small with a thin layer of light blond hair.
Tyler Warren had a gorgeous cock. I bet his ass hole was delicious. My sister was incredibly lucky.
Oh, shit, baby! he shouted, writhing about on the sheets. Harder, unh, fuck me harder.
Mm, oh, oh, oh!
Dash gulped loud enough for me to hear, drawing my attention.
Completely entranced, he was paying me no attention, so I took advantage and slowly raked my focus along his frame.
The same height I was at six foot two, his physique was similar, as well; fit but not bulky.
Short but wavy, dark brown hair, his skin was naturally tanned, his eyes a light brown.
He had a long, thin nose that was slightly flat and somewhat full lips with a prominent Adam’s apple on his wide neck.
His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, thick thighs, firm, rounded ass…
Huh. So Dash was really fucking hot. How had I never noticed this before?
When he moved, I abruptly sat forward, tearing my focus from his ass before he noticed.
In doing so, I glimpsed a nice, large bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
My mind already detaching from Billy the last few days, I took a drag and leisurely roamed his figure, bringing my focus back to his profile while the memory of him masturbating circled my brain.
For the first time since I was fifteen, I was finding another man attractive and, oddly enough, there wasn’t a single trace of guilt.
“Fuck,” he breathed, panting harder. “He, uh, ahem, really seems to uh, like that.”
Ah, I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh, shit, fuck that goddamn ass, make me cum. Oh, my god, oh my fucking god!
Curious, I took another drag and exhaled with a tentative question. “You ain’t never done that before?”
Immediately turning beet red, he snorted nervously and curled his shoulders to his ears. “What? I ain’t gay—”
“Neither is Tyler.”
His brows shooting upward, he looked back at the screen and gulped a second time. “It’s, uh, ahem. I-It’s…o-o-okay…for a guy… t-to like that? Without being gay?”
“Lemme ask you something. Why is it okay for a chick to get plowed in the ass and not be called gay? Why does a guy doing it make it wrong?”
“Cuz it’s two dicks. Two dicks makes it gay.”
“So, you’ve never fucked a girl while using a vibrator or dildo? That don’t feel good for you, too? Same thing.”
He licked his lips and exhaled loudly, his cheeks puffing out.
At that moment, Tyler howled loud enough for us to hear through the floor.
Quickly focusing on the screen, his spine was arched, both palms on the headboard.
Without any stimulation to his cock, cum was spurting all over his lower abdomen.
Oh, fuck! Fuck, Letta, yes, yes, yes.
My focus briefly darted to the room with the kids, but they were still sound asleep, their echoes not disturbing them.
“Dude,” Dash whispered, his jaw falling.
Violetta started crying out just before bucking so hard, the cucumber fell out. Her feet in the mattress, her hips lifted and she squirted his thighs and cock that was still pouring cum.
My voice husky, I gazed at his profile and said, “Looks like they both really enjoyed that.”
Absently, his palm spread across his lower abdomen, drawing my attention to the bulge that was now much larger and flexing. “Yeah,” he croaked.
“You know, the man’s g-spot is in his prostate. If you ain’t never had an orgasm from there, you ain’t never truly cum, Dash.”
He glanced down at me, back to the screen, and then froze, his eyes wide. Bit by bit, his sight lowered back to mine, his chest really heaving now. “You saying you done that?”
I took another drag, squinting against the smoke. “Many times.”
Stunned, his jaw fell further. “What? And…a-and you…liked it?”
“Absofuckinglutely. You really should try it at least once.”
He did a doubletake and bristled, his face sheening with perspiration. “I-I-I-I-I…w-wouldn’t…know w-w-what…” He licked his lips a second time and gulped yet again. “To do,” he added breathlessly.
Taking one last drag, I smashed it out in the ashtray and held his stare. “I can help you.”
He turned ghostly white, his eyes now bulging. “Vin,” he wheezed, his expression horrified.
“What? We’ve known one another since we was kids. Who do you trust more than me?”
His throat constricted, nostrils flaring. Barely above a whisper, he said, “No one.”
“You think I’m gonna blab?”
“Dude, this is crazy—”
Oh, my god, deeper. Oh, shit, baby, I want that bitch deeper.
His attention snatched back to the monitor, as did mine. Still on his back, Violetta was pushing the cucumber so deep, his stomach was protruding.
“Oh, shit,” he croaked, his fingers curling to a fist just over the hem of his sweats. “You, uh, you done that, Vin?”
“Yes,” I answered quietly, lust dripping from my tone. Though I’d never considered anything sexual with anyone other than Billy, I was suddenly obsessed with the notion of fucking Dash senseless and showing him exactly what a real orgasm felt like.
His lashes lifted, as did his brows. “And you liked that?” he asked, his tone cracking.
“Came so hard, I busted a vessel in my eye.”
“Oh, shit.”
The front of his sweats jerked a couple times, drawing my curiosity. Daring to take a chance, I stared at his profile and slowly covered the bulge with my palm, immediately giving a firm squeeze.
“What the fuck?” he shouted, jerking violently. Glaring down at me, he was infuriated, but not stopping me.
I rubbed harder, slowly, tauntingly. “You got a nice cock, Dash. Nice and thick.”
His expression fell and his irises glazed, a cough hitching the back of his throat. We stared at one another while Tyler begged to be fucked harder, faster, deeper, the lube squelching as the vegetable pounded his little hole.
Confident, the corner of my mouth curled that he wasn’t protesting. Risking it, I tucked my hand into the waist and gripped bare flesh. Dash choked and staggered, a foot stomping to the side to widen his stance. His jaw falling, he grabbed the back of the chair by my head, bending forward slightly.