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Chapter 4: Sneaking Out
Seeing them at school the next week was its own kind of test.
I spotted Drake first, across the hall on Monday, and he looked up and gave me the same nod he always gave me, accompanied by a knowing smile, and then he kept walking. Colin was at his locker two rows over, and he looked over and said what's up, and I said what's up, and that was it. The hallway kept moving around us. Nobody stopped. Nothing was different on the surface, and the relief of that was significant. I felt it in my chest.
I had been quietly worried that things would be weird, and I didn’t even realize it until it was gone. Nothing was weird. I felt almost elated at the realization.
Later that day Colin and I ended up briefly alone together near the water fountain at the end of the east corridor. It lasted maybe forty-five seconds. He came to stand beside me while I filled up my bottle, said nothing, and as I straightened up his hand came around and grabbed my ass, a full, deliberate grip. I instantly had thoughts about taking him into a bathroom or a closet and taking his dick in one way or another right there, but I turned around and he was already walking away, back toward wherever he was going, not looking back.
I stood there for a second with my water bottle, chuckling at myself, and at Colin.
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I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. I texted Drake: Sup
He replied quickly: Sneak over?
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It was past midnight before I got there, and he opened the door quietly and walked back down the hall toward the living room without saying anything. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me and followed him, no acknowledgment needed of what we were doing.
Colin was already in there, on his phone, leaning back on the couch. He glanced up when I walked in.
"Took you long enough," he said.
Drake stood behind the couch and looked at me steadily. He knew what he wanted. I stood in the middle of the room and looked back at him.
We basically had cover in the living room at night. No one would be coming out. Their mom slept like a rock.
"Come here," he said.
I went.
He positioned me over the back of it, my forearms on the cushions, and I looked up at the TV. Some game was on, volume low, nobody watching it. Colin migrated to our end of the couch, legs up, phone in hand. He was close to us, but letting Drake do his thing unabated.
Drake put his hands on my hips and stood behind me and took a moment. I waited patiently until I felt the warmth of his palms rub up my sides, under my shirt, before he reached lower and pulled my shorts down.
“No underwear,” he said.
“Nice,” Colin responded.
“Wonder if we should get some of the other guys in on this,” Drake said, squeezing my ass.
“Why should we share?” Colin said, chuckling and looking at me. I just smiled.
Drake reached over and grabbed the throw pillow from the end table and set it across my lower back.
I looked back at him.
He reached for the blanket folded over the couch arm and arranged it over my shoulders, smoothing it down carefully, attempting to reduce the visual to just my ass.
Colin glanced over from his phone. "You covering him up?"
"I wanna pretend it’s Layla Knox," Drake said, referring to a porn star he mentioned sometimes.
"Sure," Colin said.
“It’s falling off,” I said.
"It’ll hold."
“Okay,”
Drake pressed a lubricated dick up to my ass, and got it inside me quickly.
I tensed, and the blanket slid off my shoulder.
He caught it. Repositioned it. It slid off the other side. He tried folding it in thirds. It fell on the floor.
Colin watched the inevitable failure happen slowly. He said nothing.
Drake looked at the blanket on the floor for a moment, then left it there and put both hands back on my hips, moving himself deeper into me.
He went steadily, nursing his dick inside me. His rhythm felt slightly more fresh than the last time. He had all his energy still, and his thumbs moved in small circles on my hips, like he was giving me a little massage. I got the sense that he actually wanted to make sure I felt good too. I watched the TV without watching it.
Then his right hand moved around to the front of me and he squeezed my shaft. I exhaled hard, dropping my face into the cushion as he instantly milked out a drop of pre-cum. I felt it drip off the end and hang onto my body as it slowly descended toward my feet. I started pushing back into him, loving the feeling of getting played with while he stuffed me.
"I could do this all day," he said.
“Me too,” I said, my voice muffled by fabric and the stimulation of my body.
Drake finished suddenly, and I felt the throb before he announced anything. He exhaled, satisfied. I stayed where I was, catching my breath as he pulled out and sat down, reaching for a gatorade and chugging it.
Colin set his phone down and came around from the other end of the couch.
He put his hands on my waist and paused, looking at me for a moment, and then he pulled me onto the actual couch so I was laying down. He turned me over onto my back, so my head was resting on Drake’s lap, and I looked up at him. At both of them, really.
Colin lifted my legs and pressed in, while I felt Drake’s still hard dick pressing against my hair.
“This is fun,” I said.
Colin smirked, and Drake just brought his gatorade bottle down to my mouth, offering me a swig. I smiled and opened my mouth, and he poured some in, a little too much. I almost choked, and Colin pulled back for a second, but I gulped it down, and Colin pressed a bit further into me bringing me back into focus. I had already gotten much better at this.
It was different being face to face while taking a dick. I could see every facial reaction, the tension and relaxation of his brow, the tightness of his abs. The closeness of it was strange and intimate, the eye contact was another level, the way I could watch him think. He brought his forearms down on either side of me and let his weight settle, and I felt the length of him inside me, his girth stretching me, his chest warm, his face near mine, his breath warming my neck.
He started to move and I let myself feel all of it.
After a while I turned my face toward his ear.
"Do it harder," I said. "I like it when it hurts a little."
He pulled back just enough to look at me. A door opened behind his eyes, and he adjusted his position and did exactly what I asked, moving quicker, making friction between his body and my thighs, punching more firmly against my internal organs.
Drake put a hand on my shoulder, like he was steadying me during the action. He rubbed my hair with his other hand. The coolest brothers on earth were treating me to a fantasy.
I was in heaven for a few minutes, finding new limits of joy, when Drake suggested a change.
"Switch," he said.
Colin didn't look up. "I'm busy."
"My turn," he said, the smirk apparent in his voice.
"No me," Colin said, chuckling.
"Switch me."
"No."
"Let him decide."
I looked up at their faces. I felt like the prettiest girl at the dance. I just bit my lip, hoping it would resolve itself, but they just kept looking at me, their eyes filled with hope, impatience, unbridled horniness.
“Let Colin finish,” I said.
“Damn,” Drake said, leaning back to where he was, swigging more gatorade.
Colin went back to what he was doing, and Drake was a good boy and sat there with his arms folded.
“I’m gonna cum,” Colin announced.
“Do the thing again,” I said,
I got up off the couch and got down on my knees on the carpet, and they stood in front of me together, and I looked up at both of them.
“This is my favorite part,” I said. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
“Good girl,” Drake said, petting my hair as I grabbed both their dicks.
“Good boy,” Colin added for good measure.
I worked them back and forth, my hand on one while my mouth was on the other, back and forth, giving more time to Drake to catch him up, and they stood there hip to hip and let me, and Drake put his arm around Colin's shoulder again, and Colin leaned into it.
I edged Colin with my left hand while I worked Drake fiercely with my right, motivated to get another load out of him and onto my face. His hormones did the trick, and in less time than I expected he was pulsing and at the edge.
I opened my mouth and jerked them both firmly, letting their tips touch as I aimed them at my tongue. Colin went first, followed shortly by Drake, and soon I was getting yet another special treat from my favorite two people in the world. Their loads coated each other’s dick heads as they flowed out onto my tongue. And that sealed it, the feeling I had was what my life was meant to be.
“Thank you,” I managed between swallowing, “Thank you guys.”
Colin made a sound that was half groan and half laugh. Drake sat down on the couch heavily and smiled at me.
Colin and I pulled up our underwear and sat close together on the opposite side of the couch from Drake.
We sat like that for a few minutes. I knew I had to go home. I had technically snuck out. There would be questions. The game on TV had ended and switched to something else. Nobody changed it.
Then Drake said, "We gotta get some girls to actually use these skills with."
Colin looked at him. Then he looked at me. Then he looked back at Drake.
"We got the best girl in town already," Colin said.
Drake considered this for a moment.
"Fair point," he said.
I kept my mouth shut, nodding appreciatively.
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The next few weeks felt like a fever dream. I came over, or they told me to come over, and we picked up where we had left off with a casualness that still surprised me every time.
It didn't stay perfectly even. Drake started having opinions about scheduling. If Colin had gotten time with me, Drake wanted to know about it. He didn't make a big thing of it, but there was something there between them, like a competitiveness or possessiveness, a low-frequency tension. Drake would come up behind me when Colin was in the next room, not because the timing was good, just because he felt like it. Colin learned to be less available when Drake was around, and I learned that I was apparently the subject of negotiations that I had not been formally included in.
From the outside, I suppose it looked like I was just something they passed back and forth. But that was not the full picture. I had pushed both of them past things they thought they wouldn't do, in a series of rapid, but quiet steps they hadn't seen coming. I had gotten everything I went after, every small thing I had been curious about, every door I had wanted to nudge open.
I got my money's worth. Every single time. And I loved every second of it.