Chapter 9

I didn’t have to be made to do anything this

time; I just squeezed. If I had been a little more sober then, I

probably would have busted a load right in my pants because both of

their asses felt incredible.

“This is probably some gay man’s fantasy,” I

said. “Having two hot twins in your hands.”

I laughed, but they just smiled.

“We’d like it to be yours,” Wyn said,

turning toward me.

Derek leaned over and lightly bit my

ear.

“Ugh,” I moaned, wondering how not to come

in front of my friends. Derek pulled back and I regained what

little composure I had left.

“Careful with your teeth, brother,” Wyn said

laughing.

The elevator door opened. I turned to look

at Wyn, and then at Derek.

“I don’t know when you guys are joking, and

when you all are serious,” I said.

“We can talk about it in the room over

drinks,” Derek said.

“Most definitely,” Wyn agreed.

Things seemed to calm down quickly. They

both moved away as we got off the elevator, and my hands, which had