Chapter 3

three

A STRANGE ENCOUNTER

You know what? I don’t care that Sweetie likes to wake up so early. She’s so pretty. Sure, the incessant tweets are annoying, but it just means she wants me. And food.

Cleaning out her cage, I let her roam around my room, making sure my window is closed. Usually, I leave it open for her, so she can feel the real outdoor air. When I fill her bowl with more seed and some leftover apple chunks, she flies back and starts pecking at her breakfast, happily singing between her bites. With a little shake, she’s ready for a new day. And just watching how happy she is makes me feel like I accomplished something already.

See? I can take care of a bird. Fuck everyone else.

Caitlyn

Don’t forget to wear green tonight.

And pick me up in a better car.

My stomach tightens as I glance at the text. Tonight’s a Delta party I promised Caitlyn I’d take her to. It’s a big night for me, too, given that I want to rush. Maybe I can take one of Xavier’s fancy vehicles. Caitlyn would like that.

Me

Hey, can I borrow the Maserati?

X

Absolutely not

Me

The Ferrari?

X

No.

Me

Aston Martin, COME ON Xav

X

No.

You can take the vette

Where u going

Me

Delta party. I’m rushing.

X

*laughing emoji*

Have fun

Asshole. The Corvette? I guess it will have to do…

That evening, I tug on a green sweater and slide into the driver’s seat of Xavier’s car, then jet over to Caitlyn’s place. When I knock on her door, she yells at me to come in. As usual, she’s not ready, but I kind of enjoy watching her move around her apartment doing all the girl things. With a cloud of some sickeningly sweet perfume, she wafts by me to throw open the door and scoffs.

Waving her palm up in a sharp motion, she asks, “Are you ready to go, or are you just going to sit there all night? Move.” As I skirt past her, I brush my lips across her cheek, but she turns it at the last second. No matter, as she slams her door closed and locks it, I get a nice view of her curves in a form-fitting gold dress. I hold my hand near her ass, letting the heat of it warm my skin. No touching, of course.

She follows me to the parking lot on her tower high heels, but stops dead when she sees the car.

My chest puffs up as she looks it over. “Yeah… I got a Corvette.”

“Ugh, Mason… No one likes a Corvette except for old men.” Rolling her eyes, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, but reaches for the door handle anyway.

“It’s Xavier’s. He loaned it to me.”

A pert smile comes over her lips as she settles inside. “Oh. Xavier’s? Huh. Well, that was kind of him. He’s so charitable.”

Near the Delta house, the parking is limited. Cars line every side street in a four-block zone, with only a few narrow parallel spots left.

“That’s a spot! You’ve passed it, like, three times. Why don’t you park there?” Caitlyn points to a small space between a truck and SUV.

“Um…” Not sure if I can squeeze the Corvette in, but I’ll take a shot. “Okay.” When I put it in reverse, the back left bumper scrapes along the front of the truck’s grill for a moment. Caitlyn’s eyes grow big as they whip to mine, but I pretend I didn’t hear anything and straighten out the car and try again.

“Can’t you parallel park?”

“I mean, you have to for your driver’s test, right?”

“I’m getting out. Stop the car.” With an exasperated huff, she opens the door and scrambles onto the sidewalk. Her arms cross as she lets one gold-heeled foot tap impatiently.

Eventually, I get the car in between the others… With just a few scrapes here and there. Xavier won’t care. Probably won’t even notice. I think this car was gifted to him by the dealer anyway.

When I reach for her hand, my girlfriend lets me take it for a moment and a sense of pride fills me. Caitlyn is fucking gorgeous. Walking into this party is definitely going to earn me some points with the Deltas. But as we approach the door, she slides her palm out of mine and strolls three feet in front of me. Like we aren’t together. Hurrying to catch up, I stumble over some guy’s huge foot and spill his beer on him.

“Dude!” he yells, wiping some of the foam off his T-shirt.

“Sorry,” I murmur while scanning the room to find where she went.

Wandering around the mass of people, I squeeze through a line waiting for the keg and run into Daric. Literally. “Oh! Hey, Daric!”

He looks over my head for a moment, then drops his gaze to mine without any recognition. “Um, hey.”

“Mason. Mason Locke.”

His brow furrows as he ponders, “Mason…”

“Xavier’s cousin.”

“Oh, right. Hey, sup.” Turning away, he grabs a foamy cup of ale from the tap, then resumes talking to a fraternity brother in front of him.

“I was going to rush Delta, remember?” But my words are absorbed by his wide back.

It hurts. Just another reminder that I’m not good enough.

Backpedaling a few steps, I continue my journey to finding my girlfriend. Eventually, I spy her around the corner, standing with her back against the wall. She’s flashing her long lashes at some huge guy leaning into her with his elbow resting next to her head. When I get closer, I see that it’s Briggs… He picks up a strand of her red hair and plays with it as he puts his head next to her, saying something that makes her giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I approach, letting my eyes bounce between the two of them.

Briggs doesn’t even lay off her. He glances at me, and his smile widens, showcasing a set of dimples in his cheeks. “Oh, hey, man. Didn’t see you there.”

With her most seductive eyes, Caitlyn scans my face and purses her pouty lips. “Mason, Briggs wants me to blow him, and I want you to watch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I’m nodding slowly before I even answer while my dick throbs in anticipation. Clearing my throat, I swallow and say, “Ye-yeah. Yep.”

Briggs slaps a huge palm on my shoulder and squeezes while my eyes follow up his thick neck. He’s an attractive male specimen with a chiseled jaw, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes… Tall and muscular. Almost like Big G, but a bit shorter.

His arm slides around Caitlyn’s waist, and he bends to place his lips on hers, shoving his tongue in while I stand there awkwardly under his grip. Taking a breath, he breaks their kiss and gives me a sly grin. It feels weird when his big blue eyes settle directly on my face for the first time. Like a roller coaster is about to go over a big hill. “Come on, twister. Let’s go have some fun.”

Shoving me forward, he gathers Caitlyn’s hand in his and guides us toward the staircase. Half turning, I ask, “Twister?”

A full belly laugh erupts from his taut middle, roaring out like a lion. “Yeah. Saw your destruction on that ’Vette. That’s going to cost a pretty penny.” As my cheeks flame with embarrassment, he continues his tirade of chuckles to a room at the end of the second-floor hall.

Before I ask what the game plan is, he shoves the door closed with Caitlyn’s body, the two entangled with each other like they’ve been waiting weeks for this. Have they?

As he ravages her with his tongue, fingers, palms, gripping her ass, and she writhes on him, I glance around the room. It’s a single, so I grab an NU sweatshirt off the bed and toss it to the corner, then take a seat on the firm mattress. The two of them continue moaning at each other while I lounge back, waiting.

Briggs’s eyes dart to the side to find me and the corner of his lip raises. Letting Caitlyn slide off him, he takes a step back and glances at me over her head.

“Fuck! Fuck… I’m so fucking hard right now,” he says while unfastening his belt, the metallic clinks cutting through the air making my dick twitch. When Caitlyn shoves off the door and slides in front of him, she drops to her knees. Once she helps him undress, I sit up straight, ready for the show. She tugs down his jeans and boxer briefs and lets him bounce out, his cock hitting her in the forehead.

“Oh my god, Mason. Come here. Look how fucking huge he is… So much bigger than you.” Biting her bottom lip, she grins up at him. “Ugh, I bet you’ll know how to fuck me right. Mason! I said, get over here.”

Hurrying, I shuffle off the bed and drop down next to her. Holy shit. It’s not Big G size, but fuck. It is huge. Definitely porn star big. Watching her take it is going to make me come all over myself…

Briggs pants some hoppy-scented breaths down on us, then lowers his eyelids when he sees Caitlyn. His fingers gather some of her hair as she licks the tip of his cock, which lunges at us.

Snagging my hand, Caitlyn pulls me to a kneel next to her, then gives Briggs a tiny smile. “Get closer.” She suctions him inside of her mouth, a little drop of spit dancing on the corner of her lips as she does. Briggs’s head drops back as he clutches the hair on the crown of her head.

“Holy shit, yes. You watchin’, twister? You watching your girl suck me off?”

My abs tighten as Caitlyn works his shaft with her throat, gagging when he hits deep. Pausing, she looks for my hand again, and slaps it when I try to hold hers. She flips it over, palm up, and tugs it until I’m holding Briggs’s sweaty balls. “Make yourself useful,” she says, then gets back to sucking him off.

This seems for real gay. And I almost protest, but the way she narrows her eyes when I try makes me freeze. “That’s so hot, Mason… Such a good boy for mommy. Stroke him a little with your finger.”

“Uh…”

“Mason!” The sharp snap of her voice has me curling my finger on his taint until he breathes out a slow curse. When she gets back to licking on his shaft, she stops for a moment and sits back on her calves.

“You’ll suck dick for me, won’t you?”

Flipping rapidly, my stomach knots. “N-no, Caitlyn. Come on.” With a quick motion, she gathers both my cheeks in a tight grip, her fingernails almost digging into my eye sockets.

“You’ll do it for mommy, bitch boy. I want to watch you suck Briggs’s big cock so you know what one feels like.” I’m panting like a dog, sticking my tongue straight out. Maybe it’s her force, but whatever it is causes my dick to fully harden in my jeans. If I can just whip it out, I’ll get some relief. Placing a palm on my crotch, she slaps my full erection until it hurts.

“You can fuck me only if you suck his dick. And no touching yourself.” Filled with insane lust, I nod mindlessly, and she gives me a saccharine smile. “Yes, what?” she asks.

“Yes, mommy.”

Placing a hand on the back of my head, she guides me toward his waiting beast and whispers, “Good boy.”

I pause. God, I can never tell Xavier about this. Or Levi. But if I suck his dick for just a second, then Caitlyn will let me fuck her… She rarely lets me. Maybe I could get her off in front of some of the Deltas downstairs. They’d probably make me president for that. Two years ago, the president fucked her ass on the keg in the kitchen. If I took her in the middle of the room, maybe that would get me more points.

“Go on, Mason. Open wide.”

Swiveling his hips, Briggs’s big dick sways toward me. The moment I think about protesting again, Caitlyn shoves me forward, and I gasp, getting my first taste of a dick.

“Atta boy, twister. Swirl the tip. Earn your name.” Briggs’s deep vibrato shoots all the way down my spine.

“Such a good boy.” Caitlyn echoes his praises.

With both of them encouraging me like I’ve done something right for once, I open my mouth wider. Swallowing, I unclench my eyelids and take a peek up at Briggs’s face. The heat he has as he gazes down at me makes me lick him until he gasps with slightly parted lips. Like he really enjoys this.

“Here, Mason. Use your hand, baby.” Caitlyn removes hers and places mine around his large shaft near the base. “That’s it. Give him a tug.”

Scooting on my knees a bit closer, I swirl my tongue around his tip, which causes his hips to jut forward. When his thickness hits my gag reflex, tears spring to my eyes. A breathless chuckle departs his chest as he strokes Caitlyn’s cheek with the back of one of his fingers. Using my hand, I control how far he goes down my throat.

Okay, hopefully, that was enough. I shouldn’t do this. I’m not gay. Leaning back, I point the dick toward Caitlyn. “Here.”

“Oh, no. Suck him. Give it to him good. You don’t have to swallow, bitch boy. But if you want inside me, you have to make him come.”

“O-okay.” All right, then. I’ll do this. I’ll suck his cock. It actually isn’t bad. Briggs looks as if he really likes it. That I’m pleasing him. Placing his hardness back in my mouth, I go at it and his hand works itself from Caitlyn’s face, over to mine. Gently, his fingers trail across my forehead.

“Open your throat more, twister. Relax your neck,” he says, reaching down to grab the back of my neck. “There you go. Now—” He grunts. “Let me take over.”

With rapid thrusts of his hips, he darts to the back of my throat repeatedly until I’m crying, spit flying from my mouth. All I can do is place my hands on his thighs and hang on as he uses me for his pleasure. His fingers grasp my hair and pull hard until the pain oddly turns to some weird sensation of gratification that causes my balls to tingle. Fucking hell. If I could only reach down and jerk myself, maybe I wouldn’t be in such a gay position. No one can know about this.

Especially how raging hard my boner is while I’m giving a dude head.

“Shit, shit… I’m gonna fucking come.” Briggs takes a step back and grabs his reddened dick, stroking himself rapidly until he aims at Caitlyn’s exposed chest. Ropes of cum leap from the tip of his cock until he covers her lips, her neck, her chin, and her deep cleavage. “Fuck. That was so hot.”

Caitlyn waves a long, painted fingernail at his mess and narrows her eyes at me alluringly. “Clean it up, bitch boy. Use your tongue.”

“Wh-hat?” By this point, my cock is aching with need. I’ll get blue balls if I don’t get off soon.

A heavy sigh causes her breasts to balloon in her tiny dress. “Lick. It. Up. I won’t say it again. Come here.” Grasping the back of my head, she presses her lips to mine, but instead of a kiss, it’s more like shoving his cum into my mouth with her tongue. It’s salty and musky. Definitely not like a girl’s. But… it’s not bad. So I obey as Briggs continues to rub himself slower now, his tall body looming over me.

My greedy tongue bathes her everywhere he touched. Savoring everything because I know she’s going to reward me. Each swathe causes me to ooze pre-cum in my boxers. Once I’ve done my duty, I shove a hand through my hair and sit up, like a beggar. Briggs tucks himself back inside his jeans.

Caitlyn stands and with a swipe of her finger across Briggs’s broad chest. “I think that’s enough for today, but the three of us are going to have so much fun…” They kiss briefly as Briggs grips one of her ass cheeks in his large hand.

“I’ll call you,” he tells her, and she giggles.

“Come on, Mason. You can fuck me in the bathroom.”

Quickly, I adjust myself as much as possible and follow her out the door.

“I thought we could do it in front of everyone. You know… like you let Cody on the keg?”

She laughs, but there’s no humor behind it. “No way.” Tugging on my sweater, she spins me into a narrow half-bath on the first floor. Shimmying up her dress, she pulls down her thong and lifts one leg while leaning back on the sink.

“Get me off,” she says.

Finally! I unzip my pants and let them drop. Pressing my chest to hers, I line myself up with a dip of my hips. Her hot wetness coats my cock until I feel my orgasm rising.

“You liked sucking dick, didn’t you?” she whispers over my ear. “Doing it for me?” Some weird sound lurches from me, and just as I stick myself inside her entrance, she whispers, “You liked his cock in your mouth, say it.”

Thinking about what I just did upstairs with Briggs, being on my knees in front of such a big guy, someone with a huge cock so much bigger than me, servicing him, I can’t stop it anymore. “I-I liked his cock in my— Oh fuck.” Pulsating reams of my cum coat her pussy lips, her upper thighs, and all down the front of my jeans. I’m not even in yet. Shit.

“Are you serious right now? You didn’t even get me off! Ugh… Just-just take me home. I’ll call Briggs next time.”

Despite my orgasm brain, some level of worry hits me. What is she going to make me do with him next time?

We have a silent ride back to her place after I try to apologize, and she just stares out of her window the entire time. When I attempt to walk her up to her apartment, she shrugs me off and slams the door in my face.

I know how to make up for it. I’ll buy her some flowers and chocolate tomorrow. Girls like that shit.

Well… at least I got off finally. I don’t want to think about her forcing me to say I liked dick in my mouth. Her control does something to me. If I can just please her, then everything else in my life will work out.

By the time I reach home, I’ve decided that whatever activities she has for me and Briggs, I’m up for it. Well, I won’t take it up the ass. That’s so gay. Unless she does it to me with a strap-on. That’s okay. Levi and Xavier will probably be super jealous that I’m still single, fucking around and doing crazy things they’ve never done before. Especially once I tell them I’m getting pegged while Caitlyn gets it from someone else.

So, yeah. Completely up for whatever crazy things my girlfriend wants me to do with her and Briggs.

When I walk inside, I grab the seed from the kitchen counter and head to the bedroom, then stop short. Sweetie’s cage is open and so is the window.

She’s gone.