Candy Boys (Hot Candy 1)

Oh my fuck, he’s hardening, too, and the bolt of heat to my cock is scorching.

Then his words sink in. “What do you mean, you like chicks more?”

He’s still stroking himself through his black jeans, eyes hooded. Waiting for me to figure it out.

“You’re bisexual,” I say slowly, breathing out, my mind a jumble. “You never said anything.”

He shoots me a defiant glare, cupping his hard-on, his cheekbones coloring. “You’re not exactly open to the idea of men together.”

“The hell. I’ve got nothing against it.”

He looks away, lips pressing together, brows knitting. He’s angry, but I have no fucking clue what he’s thinking.

My own thoughts are a mess. Does that mean he wants me? And what am I gonna do with that?

“It doesn’t matter to me,” I try again. “If you like guys. But I don’t.”

“I know. You want Candy.”

“Yeah.”

“So call her. Invite her over.”

I blink. “What?”

“Invite her over.”

He’s giving me whiplash. “The hell I will. I told you I can’t.” I push my hair out of my eyes, frustrated. “Can’t get off.”

“You did the other night, with me. Watching that video. Watching as that guy fucked the girl so hard, and we jacked off together.”

His naked body arching beside me, his hand a blur over his cock. His other hand reaching for my hard-on—

Gritting my teeth, I push down on my over-excited cock. I’m so hard it fucking hurts. “Stop.”

“You asked for my help. Let me help.” He sits up, the ink rippling on his chest and arms. “Don’t you see? You like to watch. To direct.”

“Yeah.” My dick gives an appreciative twitch at the thought. “But what—?”

“Imagine that you’re directing me. And her. Fuck, imagine that, J… Tell me what to do.”

Ah hell. I watch helplessly as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock, as he squeezes it, as his tongue peeks out between his lips.

“I’d have her sit on my lap,” he says, his voice dropping, his eyes closing. “On my cock. Pull her down with me. Tell me.”

“Fuck, I can’t…” I need to come. My brain is fizzling, on overload.

“Tell me, J. Need this.”

Hell. I fumble with my zipper, grip my cock and swallow a moan. “Rip off her bra. Suck… suck on her tits. Fuck…” My cock is hot and heavy in my hand. My knees feel weak. “Fuck her, Jet…”

“I’m fucking her.” His hand is stroking faster now, sliding up and down his dick. “Fucking her hard. Damn, she’s so tight, J… I barely fit inside her. You should join us. Gnh…” His head falls back, mouth half-open. “Tell me more.”

“Shit. Lie on your back. Have her ride you. Fill her up. Slap her ass, oh God…” My dick swells in my hand, dribbling precum. I’ll fall if I don’t sit down, so I lower myself gingerly on the edge of the bed.

With Jet lying down on his back right beside me, like I told him to, his gaze fixed on my cock, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he jacks himself off frantically.

A sheen of sweat covers his bare upper body. His strong chest is rising and falling fast, his breathing is labored. His dick is slick and wet, the head disappearing into his fist, then sliding out again, flushed dark.