Chapter 45

Somewhere out in the surf, Joey waves at me. I paw the guy in my lap and watch my brother move on the dance floor, watch his ass in those tight jeans, watch hands I wish were my own smooth over his chest and down his arms. Hot breath in my ear, heavy, panting, a moan escaping fevered lips. A hand takes mine, slips it into the confines of spandex, until I’m holding him in hand, flesh on flesh, my fingers encircling a hard damp dick. Watching Joey, wanting him, I feel the guy back up against me as I jerk him off, right here at the table as if no one else is around. He thrashes against me, his tongue in my ear now, his hands holding my thighs as he thrusts up into my hand over and over again.

When he comes, a shiver runs through him and I imagine how Joey would feel in my arms instead.

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