Chapter 12

They kissed, and Paco quickly removed first his pants and then Malcolm’s, and then his button down and undershirt, too. Even if it was meant to be more, right then the sex was happening—pure sex—until they each kissed me, and then it was sex and affection. The type of kisses offered, little pecks between deeper ones with tongues, said so.

Malcom was beautiful nude. Both of them were, but they looked so different. Paco’s skin was the same dark tan shade as mine. Malcom was pale, with freckles and light colored hair. As they both stood in front of me in the shower cubicle, naked, wet, and hard, I paused only a moment before somehow managing to take both of their warm, salty stiff dicks in my mouth at once. After the smooch, they had turned their attention toward getting me out of my all green ensemble, jeans, sweater, and even a pair of shamrock boxers, as I anxiously chewed on my lower lip.