Brent sucked in a breath as Evan’s member surged in response. Fuck yes, they could see his cock.
She wiggled around her husband so they were side by side on the couch. Evan kept his hands where they were, one on her head, the other showing Brent how he liked to be stroked through his jeans, but the barrier had to go.
Jess was on it. She unzipped him and worked his jeans down his hips, then Brent touched him again, this time through his boxers.
Evan hissed, and Brent looked up, emboldened. “Yeah?”
“Tug those down, too,” he told him. “Get my cock out. Take a look.”
The way Brent bit his lip and did exactly as he was told drove Evanwild. Jess sat back, watching with rapt attention, as Brent bared first the root and then all of Evan’s heavy cock. His crown was thick and purple, straining, and slick with pre-come already.
Brent’s hand wrapped easily around the girth of him, and Evan bucked his hips, wanting more of his touch.
“You want to suck on me?” He asked them both, but the question was really for Brent.
He nodded.
Evan jerked his head at the carved wood box on the end table. “There are some condoms in there, pick your favourite flavour.”
Jess scrambled to the side, an eager little bunny. She held up three. “This one says extra thin for oral pleasure, but it’s not flavoured. Or we have…chocolate, and…orange.”
“Unflavoured.” Brent’s voice was rough, raw.
She ripped open the package, and handed the condom to Brent, who gave Evan a terrified look.
He leaned over and kissed Brent, then took the condom. “It’s different putting one on someone else than it is yourself,” he said warmly.
“It’s been a while.”
Evan squeezed the back of his neck, then kissed him again. He never wanted to stop kissing Brent, never wanted to stop reassuring him that this was hot and perfect just as it was. Awkward fumbles and all.
“Do whatever you want,” he whispered.
Jess wiggled in as well, and she leaned her head against Evan’s hip. From his position above them, he could see her watching Brent as her husband took Ev’s cock in his hand and leaned in, his tongue wide and flat.
There was nothing apprehensive about how Brent took that thick crown in his mouth.
Evan had a flash back to his own first blow job, the first time he got on his knees for another man—not that first night, he’d been on the receiving end then. But a few weeks later, a drunken fumble.
The taste of jizz on his tongue, the throb of a shaft.
Fuck.
If Brent wanted to do this again, Evan would get tested so they could ditch the condom.
If Brent wanted to do this again, Evan would do anything he asked.
“You wanna share with Jess?” His voice was thick and full of lust, even to his own ears, and Brent bobbed off, leaning back. His wife leaned in, her mouth slicking over the same length Brent had just swallowed, then further still.
Brent groaned. Evan did, too, a chorus of noises that spurred Jess on, and she stroked her hands over his hips, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth.
Evan made eye contact with Brent. “Your turn to get a bit naked,” he growled.
Again, zero signs of nervousness there. A t-shirt went one way, cargo pants the other, leaving Brent in white boxer briefs.
Angelic, Evan thought greedily. Like an athletic poster boy.
“Your turn,” he told Jess. She held his cock until Brent returned, and then slipped back.
