I grumbled a bit and he chuckled. I had planned to give him a couple of wins, but he was genuinely beating me now. Which meant things were still working out. Two more laps and we went inside to cool off and rehydrate. We pulled our helmets off and straightened out our hair, sitting on a couch in the lounge.
He turned to me, and I thought he was going to say something about our race. Instead he said, “Thank you, Keith. This was… really nice.”
It took me by surprise, but I managed to smile and lightly punch his arm. “You ready for more?”
“I dunno, you ever gonna get your shit together and beat me?” he replied with a grin. “And what’s my prize?”
“Prize?” I came up blank and shrugged.
“Then if I keep winning, I get whatever I want,” he decided. Even while I was thinking of the possible repercussions, I found myself nodding like an idiot. He was really good at this, so I was gonna have to give him whatever he wanted. Was I ready to give it to him?
We raced until the sun went down. Peeling ourselves out of our suits, we made the long drive back home, chatting about how much fun it was. By the time we were back in town everything was closed, and we had skipped dinner and were starving. I found a 24-hour fast food chain and we got tuna melts and milkshakes, and for the first time in forever, it felt like we were brothers. We got back home in the wee hours, and I ruffled his hair again before heading to my room. He gave me a big hug from behind, then wordlessly headed off himself.
Mission accomplished, I supposed. He was definitely in higher spirits, and we felt closer to boot. I stripped out of my clothes and heard Zach in the shower. Had to wait my turn, but I didn’t have a problem being naked anyway. I checked my phone, having been away from it all day, and found a text from Cody asking to hang out and bring Zoey. Creep. As if Zach had removed my blinders, I realized I didn’t wanna hang with Cody anymore. The rest of the guys were still up in the air, but Cody definitely had to go. That wasn’t a confrontation I was looking forward to.
Zach finished up with the bathroom and I took my turn, sighing in relief as all the sweat washed away. Wrapping a towel around myself, I returned to my room, but before I could change into some clothes there was a knock at my door. Without waiting for a response, Zoey slipped in, wearing her pink wig and also in a towel pulled up over her chest. My eyes widened and I tried to say something, but she turned the lights out and pushed me onto my bed. In the moonlight, I could see her let her towel drop to the floor, and a tent formed in my own towel. She didn’t have her chastity cage on, and her body looked soft and fuckable. I actually found my fingers digging into the mattress with desire.
Like a practiced seductress, she catwalked over to the bed and crawled on, slowly slipping my towel off until my rod stood proudly before her small face. She’d won whatever she wanted, after all. Who was I to stop her? And then her mouth was on me, slathering me up, earning long groans. In the throes of my pleasure, I noticed my door was ajar. She’d closed it, for sure. Somebody was at the door watching us.
If it were dad, we’d both have a chest full of buckshot by now, meaning… mom was watching us. I could see her now, she was still there not making a sound, watching as one of her sons pleasured the other. The fact that she was still watching brought me to the verge of orgasm for some reason, and Zoey detected it and stopped. She climbed on top of me and sat down on my cock, her balls — what the fuck, his balls — settling on either side of the shaft and enveloping it. They were nice and soft, though definitely a different feeling from getting a pussyjob.
Her little clitty was flaccid and resting on my sex, and she began grinding on me. This was, by far, the gayest thing I’d ever done. Getting a blowjob in an alley could be argued away. Fucking a trap in doggy or sinner position, with their little dick out of sight, could also be argued away. But being balls to balls, dick to dick, frotting… was undeniably gay. She leaned down and kissed me, and this was after she’d had my cock in her mouth. I’d never let any girl do this before. This was so fucking gay.
I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, making her moan. Our groins suddenly became slippery, lubricated by the bit of cum she’d let out onto me. Great, now I had somebody else’s cum on me too. She straightened up, and I could see her little prick flopping about as she increased her pace, clutching at and pinching her nipples. Mom was still watching, and if I listened closely, there were three sets of panting that could be heard.
I emptied my balls onto my abdomen and chest, coating myself in thick cream as Zoey cried out after hitting another climax. She fell forward and braced herself with her arms, lest she fall into the layer of seed on me. We both collected ourselves, and I wanted to be clean again as soon as possible. Something in the back of my head was telling me to wash the gayness off.
“Lick me clean,” I uttered instead. Zoey stared at me in surprise, then bit her lip and began lapping up my essence. I turned my head and looked mom right in the eye, and she lingered for a moment longer before closing the door.
It seemed all of us were losing our minds. But having Zach’s tongue on me, his belly full of my cum, that was a fair exchange.
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