Page 27 of Stetson
I pressed play, then flattened my palms on the top of the wall. I swallowed a groan of my own as I realized what was transpiring on the screen. Barrett was on his knees between Daddy’s legs, mouthing over the shape of his hard cock behind his underwear.
“Fuck.” I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together against the pressure. “Can I?—”
“No,” came Daddy’s stern voice.
“Come on baby. Don’t make me wait.”
I bit my lip, whining. “Please, Daddy.”
“I said ‘no.’ Not until I say so.” Barrett spat another curse. “Keep going and you won’t come at all.”
I waited in anticipation, ears blessed by the combination of erotic noises. Barrett’s glossy hazel eyes peered up at the camera.
“Go ahead.”
Daddy’s cock sprang free from his boxers, and mine throbbed. Barrett whimpered. I stifled a sound of my own. Outside the showers, the few voices faded away and the door to the locker room shut. I bit my lip, waiting and hoping…
Fucking finally. Complete silence.
I let a single, quiet moan escape, clenching my fists tight on the tile. Barrett worked Daddy’s length like a pro, meeting his lips with his fist before dropping his hand and sinking all the way down.
I danced in place, desperate to put my hands on myself.
A wet slurp and pop sounded through the call, then Daddy said, “Remember baby boy: no touching.”
“I-I’m not,” I strained, hoping that my restraint was evident in my voice.
Another sloppy noise, and Barrett sighed again. “I’m close,” he huffed.
Fuck, so was I.
“Come on. I know you can take more than that.”
I’d never been so close to blowing without even touching myself. The obscene sounds coming from Barrett’s mouth, the pornographic ones coming from Daddy in the video
Oh, shit.
My eyes glued on my screen, Barrett slipped two fingers between Daddy’s legs and when his hips tilted, I knew where they’d gone. I whined, ass clenching at the thought of being filled by one of them.
Or both.
Throwing caution to the wind, Ibegged. “Please, Daddy.”
There was an animalistic snarl that I assumed came from Barrett. “I said no, boy.”
“Stetson,” Barrett panted, “if you make him stop sucking my cock one more time,I’mgoing to punish you. Have I made myself clear?”
“Y-yes…”
“Sir,” he finished for me.
“Yes, sir.” My fists tightened on the towel, hands beginning to go numb .
“Don’t swallow.”
Oh, God I didn’t think I’d make it through that. My balls drew up, hanging heavy between my legs. Both sets of sucking, slurping sounds increased. I fought the urge to close my eyes, to?—
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Barret cried.
