There was a gasp, a small breathy gasp, from the sofa. They both heard it.
They broke the kiss, but didn’t move away from each other. Did not move out of each other’s embrace. They both looked over.
Lacey was sitting up, on the very edge of the sofa. Her face was flushed pink, her eyes bright. Her nipples, under the soft pink pyjama top, were erect, poking at the cloth.
And her hand was buried, in the soft pink pajama bottoms. Braden could see her hand moving, barely, fingers cupped over her prominent mound.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she said. Still breathy. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
And, Braden thought, as he turned back to Darnell, it was fucking hot.
And having Lacey watch only made it fucking hotter.
This time, when Darnell kissed him, Darnell’s arms came around Braden lower, and harder. And grabbed a double handful of Braden’s taut ass, and drew him in tight, their bodies mashed together. Darnell was taller, and bigger, and Braden could feel the hard ridge of the other man’s erection pressing against his lower belly. And his own cock, just as hard, pressing against Darnell.
So fucking hot.
Darnell’s big hands were sliding up his back now, rucking up his tee shirt, pushing it out of the way. Darnell’s fingers, strong and big and slightly work roughened, traced up Braden’s spine, bunching the cloth higher and higher, till finally Braden had to relent and put just enough space between them to yank the shirt over his head.
Darnell stared at him, stared at his young friend’s bare torso. Smooth, and sleek, and almost hairless. So different from Darnell’s own, but with its own undeniable appeal. Darnell reached out, and pinched one of Braden’s nipples, almost roughly. Braden gasped, and Darnell did the same to his other nipple, even harder.
Then wrapped his arms around Braden, and jerked the smaller man close. This time, when they embraced, it was skin on skin, flesh upon flesh.
And Lacey’s moan was a little louder, as her fingers rubbed her engorged clit even harder.
Braden loved the feel of his friend’s chest pressed against his. The skin itself was soft and warm, but the underlying muscle hard and unyielding. But as much as Braden loved it, it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.
Fumbling, not quite coordinated, his hands found the waistband of Darnell’s jeans. He loosed the button, then struggled with the zip. The task was made harder by Darnell’s immense stiff prick, and as Braden’s hands brushed against it, against that hot pulsating rod, he became even more butterfingered.
Darnell’s cock was huge. And hard, and hot, and throbbing, even through the thick denim.
Finally. Braden got the zip down, easing it past that massive bulge. It was easier now, and he could shove the jeans down Darnell’s thick well-muscled thighs. Braden looked down. Darnell had on tighty whities, obscenely tented out by the force of his erection.
Braden’s hands were shaking as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Darnell’s underpants. He had to pull the elastic way away from Darnell’s body to clear the obstruction, then drew them down.
And gasped, as he saw Darnell’s cock finally revealed, hard and pulsing. It was long, and thick, and simply beautiful.
Braden looked up, just for a moment, and met his Darnell’s eyes. And then he dropped his gaze again, and wrapped his hand around big Darnell’s big cock.
It was so hot, almost hot enough to singe Braden’s fingers. And so alive. Braden slid his hand down the hard length of the shaft, loving the feel of that big stiff prick, loving even more the thrill of excitement it sent shivering through him.
He heard the hiss, of Darnell sucking in his breath. He loved that, too, loved the knowledge that this wasn’t all one sided, that Darnell was into it, too. That he was giving Darnell pleasure.
He jerked Darnell’s cock, a little awkwardly.
It still wasn’t enough.
Slowly, Braden sank to his knees, in front of the big man. Darnell’s cock was right in front of his face now. Bobbing, pulsing with every heartbeat. The musky smell was stronger now, a heady intoxicating scent that made Braden’s mouth water.
So he opened his mouth. Wide, as wide as he could. And he leaned forward, and let his lips slip over the silken crown of Darnell’s hard cock.
Wow. Just fucking wow.
The skin of Darnell’s tip was like warm living satin. An amazing texture, and amazing taste, the faintest hint of salt on Braden’s tongue.
He had never, ever, had a cock in his mouth before.
And this wasn’t just any cock. This was Darnell’s cock, so hot and huge, so goddam perfect.
Braden swirled his tongue around, gently, swabbing Darnell’s crown. He felt the jump of the hard shaft in his mouth. He wrapped his hands around Darnell’s taut muscular buttocks, loving the feel of his big man’s solid warm ass cheeks.
He pulled Darnell toward him, even as he pushed his head forward, and more of that rigid shaft sunk between his lips.
Ahhh, fuck.
Braden took him deeper, and deeper. Darnell’s cock filled his mouth, filled his senses. It was so hot and thick in his mouth. Braden took him deeper, till the head bumped against the back of his throat. There was still more of Darnell’s cock to go, still more to take.
Braden knew he couldn’t take it all. Not this time. But he was going to make it good for Darnell.
He was going to make Darnell cum.
He began to bob his head, slow and easy, one hand wrapped around the base of Darnell’s thick shaft.
Darnell’s cock. In his mouth.
It was overwhelming, unbelievable. He had thought of this, dreamed of it, secret dreams that barely made it to the forefront of his mind. And now he was doing it, sliding his lips up and down Darnell’s throbbing cock, his mouth full of cock. Just as his nose was full of Darnell’s musk, and his ears full of his soft groans of pleasure.
Dimly, never taking his focus off Darnell’s meat, Braden was aware that Lacey had slipped off the sofa onto the floor. She perched close, watching as Braden sucked, one hand caressing Darnell’s rock solid ass, while her other was on the back of Braden’s head, urging him on even more.
Lacey’s other hand dropped, and wrapped around Braden’s own cock, just as hard as Darnell’s. She stroked him, softly, slowly, base to tip and back again.
It felt amazing, but it was almost an afterthought. All Braden could focus on was Darnell. Darnell’s cock, Darnell’s pleasure.
Lacey seemed to realize that. She let go of Braden, and shuffled around on her knees till she was behind Darnell. Darnell groaned even louder as Lacey pried his ass cheeks apart with her hands.
And pressed her face deeply into Darnell’s dark crack.
“Fuck!” Darnell grunted, and his cock drove forward, deeper into Braden’s mouth. With a sneaking sense of pride, Braden took it, took everything Darnell could give him. Braden could hear the sound of Lacey, licking Darnell’s puckered brown rim, driving the man even harder, making him buck his hips even more, driving into Braden’s warm wet willing mouth.
It was almost more than Braden could take it. He had never done anything like this before, had never felt closer to Darnell. And he needed it all. He needed to feel Darnell cum, in his mouth, blasting his salty load right down his throat.
Braden sucked even harder. He lifted one hand to Darnell’s gently swaying balls, and found Lacey already there, even as she continued to rim and lick the big man’s asshole. Somehow, they found a rhythm, a perfect rhythm, as if sharing that glorious prize.
Braden could feel the big muscles of Darnell’s thighs quivering. Knew Darnell was so very close.
Lacey’s voice was so very close, too. “Do it Darnell. Cum for him. Give him your load.”