I moaned into his mouth, already leaking in my shorts.Dean’s hand slid into my waistband. Gay sex The windows fogged. “Once. A glance that lingered just a second too long.Dean was over again—fourth time this month. That’s your tight little hole getting ruined.”I moaned louder, gripping Dean harder.Dean groaned, “Gonna fuckin’ fill that throat.”He held my head down, cock twitching, and came deep. Hot. No cameras. I should’ve known something was up the way they looked at me—like I was dessert after a long, dirty meal.But I played dumb.Let them steer me out of town, down a dirt road past the old mill, into a stretch of trees where no one ever went. You’re our dirty secret.”I smiled, eyes half-lidded.They said we were just running to the store.Travis tossed me the keys. Just let it sit there, warm and heavy, fingers brushing higher every few minutes. It was dark. My body was nothing but an outlet for their need. I gagged, drooled, leaked all over the seat. No lights. But the second time Dean came over, and Travis said “Why don’t you wear some damn clothes around here?” while never once looking away from my bare chest, I knew.They were watching. A look.
