VegasPete : The rival Venice

46 - Spy

Pete's POV

"Keep your eyes closed."

Vegas took his martial arts black belt and blindfolded me.

I can't see his naughty smile, but I can feel it.

Suddenly Vegas pulls me by the hair and makes me turn towards him.

"Take it."

I feel a salty taste in my mouth that makes me grimace. I try to remove my head from his cock, but Vegas holds me so tightly, I can't move. My mouth fills with his cock, while I feel his fingers, wet with my saliva, penetrate me.

"Ugh! Ngh..."

"Haa...I'm in all your holes, Pete. This is amazing."

What Vegas told me comes to mind. Two Vegas fucking me.

This handsome boy with a sculptural body filling my mouth with his big cock and a copy of him penetrating me hard from behind.

I feel so horny with this image in my head that I feel my dick throbbing, rubbing against the head of the bear costume that was underneath me.

Oh... God... I'm a pervert.

Is it normal to be a pervert at 17?! I was virgin until I met him!

Is it normal to get so excited fantasizing about my boyfriend double-fucking me savagely?!

​I'm about to cum just thinking about it.

But...wait a minute...

I'm not just a pervert.

I'm a fuckin pushover!

"Ouch! Pete!"

I pull my head back hard, scraping my teeth against his hard cock. I rip that fucking blindfold off my eyes.

His grimace of pain doesn't move me.

"Have you ever done this before?!"

"Sex?!"

"Sex with two people."

"Huh?!"

"Have you ever done this BEFORE?!"

"Damn, Pete, you almost bit me!"

"Answer it" I move his hand away from my ass.

"Why this conversation now?!"

"When was the last time you did that?!"

I bet it was those days, you son of a bitch. With Venice and Tawan?! Huh, you wretch.

"And if I say yes, what does that change?!"

Ah-ha!! I knew it, I knew it!

"You're a wore, Vegas."

And I'm an idiot. I was letting myself get carried away by lust and forgot I'm unreversible hating on him.

He betrayed me, that son of a bitch.

I try to get up. He doesn't let me.

"You're jealous, Pete."

That miserable boy still asks me this with a smile on his face, like his enjoying it.

He's enjoying humiliating me.

"In your fucking dreams", I just look away. I can't look at this bastard right now.

Vegas pushes me hard onto the bed, holding my chin.

"In my fucking dreams I'm fucking you, babe." His voice is soft again.