For a while, Penelope and I divide the job; she takes care of the head, and I run my tongue over the shaft. He moves his dick between us for a long time as both our tongues slide over the hot flesh. We get to the end at the same time and kiss, full on, open-mouthed, and with tongue with the head of his cock between us.

"Shane...fuck, you two are so fucking hot...feels good... so good."

Penelope pulls back and smiles at me, encouraging me as she gives me more room to go solo.

I swallow hard and nod. This is it. I’ve gone to far to pretend I don’t want this. And since both of them are as into it as I am, there’s no reason to feel weird. Right?

I slip my lips over the glistening plum head of his dick and push my mouth slowly down the shaft. All I can think is that I am forever changed. Cheesy as that sounds. The veined surface ripples over my lips as he pumps into my mouth. I pull off to lick from the base to the tip, and then swirl my tongue over the head, doing to him what I’ve had done to me and liked over the years. He is rock-solid against my tongue and I love it. I fucking love it.

I wrap a fist around my prize and pull Penelope to me for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, you little minx.”

She smiles and sits back to watch. She’s so beautiful. What she’s done by coming into our lives I can’t even explain. But she’s the key that unlocked feelings I never knew I had.

I stroke the shaft while working his balls, taking one, then the other, and then both. "Fuck, you got nice balls, dude. So heavy. And that is something I never thought I’d fucking say in my life.”

Fletch laughs. “They’re full. You’re making them feel so good.”

Not too proud to admit I like the praise, I give him a smirk I know works on other people I’ve slept with. He slides his hands into my hair and gives me a look that does so much more. He wants me. He cares about me. He’s still my best bro, but now he’s more.

I cup his balls gently while licking my way back up the swollen shaft. After reaching the top, I clamp my lips over the head, stroking the shaft and probing the slit with my tongue. Fuck I love the way he tastes. It’s as addicting as Penelope’s pussy.

I wrap my hand tighter around the thick shaft, feeling it throb against my hand as blood pulses through the veins. It’s weird seeing a dick in my hand that isn’t mine. But not so weird that I don’t like it.