Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 11

Lester’s POV

After I had the session with Comet I had been thinking about my colleague Aaron, who also worked at the small company I had for data security and protection. We had a few clients and it was a steady job. Comet had been busy with Judith and her sessions and I had put a pause on our activities for a few weeks so that she could focus on herself and my thoughts increasingly went in the direction of Aaron.

I mean I never had been gay or even considered myself bisexual except a kiss with Larry but that too was in the heat of the moment, or was it?

Aaron came to talk about some kind of computer virus that he had been having problem with and I watched him and spoke to him about how I could help him out the night that Comet would be busy with Judith.

As he turned and walked away, I suddenly realised how hard my c**k was, and how it was throbbing painfully in the confines of the jeans I habitually wear to work. I could feel my face blushing furiously as I watched Aaron disappearing, my eyes glued to his ass in his tight trousers, as I wondered if he'd noticed, if he'd seen my reaction.

I stumbled back to my office and shut the door. It didn't lock, so I leant back against it as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my c**k out. I shuddered as I stroked along my shaft, feeling the heat, the blood rushing to the tip. It felt longer, harder, thicker than I'd been in ages. The head was already wet with pre c*m as I slowly pulled the skin back. I sighed as I pulled it back tight, loving the sensations rippling through me, loving the way my balls were tightening.

I had only meant to make myself more comfortable, but within seconds my hand was a blur as I stroked up and down my shaft faster and faster. I bit my lip to stifle my groans as my orgasm got closer, as visions of Aaron filled my head. My mind ran riot, imagining his c**k, his balls, his ass. I threw my head back as my c*m erupted from my c**k, as the intense pleasure of my release tore through my body almost painfully, as jet after jet of thick c*m splashed into my other hand.

I stood, gasping for breath, looking down at the puddle of c*m in my hand. Tentatively, without really thinking about it, I brought my hand up to my mouth and dipped my tongue into the sticky puddle. It tasted good, but before I could go any further I jumped as I heard voices outside my office.

I quickly found a tissue and wiped my hand, pushing my c**k back into my jeans as I threw myself into the chair behind my desk. I sat still, my heart pounding, but no one came in. I leant my head against the back of the chair and shut my eyes. I hadn't wanked like that in ages, and never at work. But the urge, the need, had been so intense, so over whelming.

I thought about Aaron again. I actually know him quite well, having started at the company at about the same time. Again, I thought about how much I'd been thinking about Aaron in recent months, how I'd started to see him differently. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks – I wanted him!

Thinking back, I wasn't sure if the next two days passed very quickly, or extremely slowly. What I do know is that by the time Thursday evening came, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't think straight, my heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry. I'd arrived back at work after lunch determined to cancel our meeting, scared of what might happen, but deep down wanting something to happen, hoping that it would.

But I didn't contact Aaron, and at a little after six o'clock I found myself standing at his door. As I pressed the door bell, I suddenly felt calm and relaxed. I think I knew what I wanted, but all the doubts, the uncertainties, nagged at the back of my mind. After all, I told myself, it takes two, and Aaron has never shown any sign of seeing me other than as a mate. As swiftly as it had arrived, the sense of calmness deserted me, and the nervousness returned. I was about to flee, when the door opened.

Aaron welcomed me with his usual grin, and ushered me indoors. I followed him through to the lounge, where he pointed at the computer in the corner. I switched it on while Aaron went off to find us some beers. While the computer wound itself up, I rummaged through the bag I'd brought with me for the discs I would need. When he got back, I was sat staring at the screen.

His "wallpaper" on the computer was a picture of a c**k. A long, hard, beautiful c**k. There were only a few icons on the screen, so nothing got in the way of the picture.

It started on the left, and stretched almost the whole width of the screen. On the left, towards the top of the screen, was the base of his belly, hard and flat, the slight pit of his navel clearly visible, his skin tanned and glossy. Below that was a mass of short, dark hair, thick and curly. At the bottom of the screen were his balls, big and firm, just begging to be cradled in my hand.

And in between was his c**k.

I licked my lips as my eyes followed the length of the c**k across the screen. Although it was only a picture, it seemed to be alive – alive and throbbing. It sprung out from the tight, curly hair at the base of his belly, the shaft thick and strong above his balls. There was a thick vein running along the length of it, and I could swear that I could see the blood pumping along the length of his shaft, feeding his erection.

The shaft was thick, and I could almost reach out and touch it, to feel the heat coming from him. Towards the end, it curved slightly upwards, giving it a powerful, almost arrogant, look. The skin was peeled back from the head, leaving it red, shiny and exposed. There was a drop of clear, shiny pre c*m clinging to the tip. I could almost taste it, wanted to taste it.

With a start I realised that Aaron was stood behind me. I've got no idea how long he'd been stood there, or whether he had seen my reaction to the screen – either on my face or by the bulge in my jeans. I grabbed the nearest disc to me, and fed it into the computer, praying for the programme to start up quickly.

As I worked at the computer, I was conscious of Aaron watching me, maybe watching my reaction to the picture that appeared every time I closed a programme. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from looking, from wondering what it would be like to touch, to taste that c**k. My own c**k was a throbbing bulge in my jeans. I desperately wanted to touch myself, to release the s****l tension building up.

Eventually, I was finished. It was just a virus, which was easily cleaned. I put some software on to stop it happening again, and then told Aaron I was finished. As I spoke, he came across and stood behind me. I was aware of how close he was to me, of his after shave, of my bulging c**k. He leant over and reached for the mouse, clicking through a few programmes he said had been playing up.

He did it slowly, each time returning to the picture of the c**k. My eyes were glued to the screen, my mouth dry again despite the beer I'd been sipping at. When he was finished, he stood up behind me. Seconds later, I felt his hands on the back of the chair, and then he was spinning me around to face him. I looked up at him, opening my mouth to speak, but no words came. I couldn't help myself as my eyes dropped towards his jeans, to the bulge of his c**k.

As I stared at him at the growing bulge, he dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes looking into mine, before dropping down towards my c**k. My breath caught in my throat as he silently reached forward and popped open the top button of my jeans. He lifted his eyes to meet mine as he deftly undid the rest, and pulled my jeans open.

His eyes dropped back towards my c**k. I looked down as well. My c**k was reaching upwards, trying to escape from my boxers. There was a huge wet spot where I'd been leaking pre c*m. Aaron's hands were resting on my thighs, still holding the edges of my jeans where he'd pulled them open. He looked up at me as he spoke, his voice suddenly husky with desire.

"This has to work for both of us," he told me.

I knew exactly what he meant. I nodded, not daring to speak, and then gasped as he reached over and squeezed my c**k through my shorts.

I thought I would c*m there and then, but somehow I controlled myself. I felt like I was hardly breathing as Aaron moved his hand again, reaching out to ease the front of my boxers down, and away from my c**k. I sprung free, my rock hard c**k waving about in front of me. This time Aaron gasped as he saw the length, the thickness, of my c**k.

He slid both hands into the waist band of my shorts, and then moved them easily around to my hips. His hands felt surprisingly soft as they moved over my skin, over my trembling body. I shuddered as he began to ease my boxers and jeans down my thighs. I lifted my ass off the chair to help him, my c**k waving about inches from his face as he stripped me.

His eyes moved between my c**k and my face as he left me naked from the waist down. For a few seconds he sat back on his heels, his hands back on my thighs, his eyes on my c**k. He leant forward, and I held my breath as he moved closer to my c**k. His hands moved along my thighs, under my tee shirt and onto my belly. He leant forward, his hands sliding up onto my chest, his mouth hovering over my c**k as it stood erect from my body.

I groaned with the tension, my need, as he looked up at me again. I slid my ass forwards on the chair. I was almost lying down, the muscles of my stomach and thighs tense as his eyes locked on mine. Still watching me, Aaron dropped his mouth onto my naked, twitching c**k.

I cried out as his lips slid slowly down my shaft, as he sucked me into his warm, wet mouth. His lips felt dry, almost rough, as they slipped down my shaft, as he scratched lightly over my n*****s. He lifted his head away from me, leaving my c**k wet and needing more. He slipped his hands back out of my shirt, and with a nod told me to take it off. I pulled it off, and then lay back in the chair again, naked.

Aaron rested his hands on my thighs for a moment, teasing me, teasing us. He reached for my c**k, and I felt his hands on me for the first time. He squeezed my hard, throbbing shaft lightly, before running his hand up and down my length. His other hand reached for my balls, cradling them in his hand. And then his lips, his mouth, his tongue, were on me again, sucking and licking me, tasting me.

The feelings surging through me were amazing.

His lips were sliding up and down my c**k, his tongue swirling around my c**k head as he sucked me deeper into his mouth. I eased my knees up, and my legs apart, as his fingers slid under my balls towards my ass. Aaron moved easily with me as my hips jerked off the chair, as I drove my c**k into his mouth, as I f****d him. He fingered my ass, his other hand moving along the base of my shaft in time to the sucking of his mouth, the jerking of my hips.

I was holding on tight to the edges of the chair, my head flung back, the muscles in my thighs and stomach rigid as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. My c**k felt solid, bigger and harder than I'd ever been. My balls felt like they could explode as feelings as intense as any I'd ever felt before flooded my mind and body.

My c**k was deep in Aaron's mouth now, his lips and tongue and hands tormenting me with pleasure. When I came, my c**k and balls jerked as jet after jet of c*m shot deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, drinking down the first five or six spurts of my thick, creamy c*m before pulling away. I watched through half closed eyes as he wanked my c**k, pumping the last of my c*m into the air. It splashed back down, dribbling over my c**k and his hand, splattering onto my belly.

I watched as he lifted his hand away from my wet c**k and slowly licked his hand. I reached out and touched the back of his head as he dropped his mouth back over my softening c**k and licked and sucked me, enjoying the last of my juices. Eventually he sat back on his heels, his hand still on my c**k.

"That was fantastic, " I told him, my voice husky, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he laughed, "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

I stared at Aaron, taking in what he had just said. I only half heard what he said next, before responding automatically.

"You've got a great c**k," he told me, stroking me gently.

"So have you," I responded.

"But you haven't ......"

And then he saw me glancing across at the picture on the computer screen again.

"Oh – you think that's me?" he laughed, "Well, there's only one way you'll find out," he added as he stood up.

It all sounded so corny, but a few seconds later it was me who was kneeling in front of him, reaching for his jeans.

Strangely, as I knelt in front of him, naked, with Aaron fully clothed and looking down at me, I felt powerful, and totally in control. My c**k was resting on my thighs, and as I popped open the top button of his jeans, I felt it start to rise again as a surge of excitement, of anticipation, filled my mind and body. By the time I'd eased his zip down and pulled the two sides of his jeans apart, and was staring dry mouthed at the hard outline of his c**k, I was fully erect again.

I glanced up at Aaron, who was starting to undo his shirt. He shrugged it off, and dropped it on the floor beside me. I looked up at him, taking in his powerful chest and muscular body, the curly hair across his chest and stomach. I knew then that the picture on the computer wasn't him, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered but the next few moments.

Sensing my uncertainty, Aaron did nothing, said nothing. I stared at his c**k, watching as it twitched beneath his underwear. I was still holding his jeans apart, but was slowly, without thinking, easing them down his thighs. Tentatively, I reached over, hesitated again, and then ran my hand along the outline of his thick shaft. We both moaned as I felt a hard c**k in my hand for the first time. Aaron shuddered at my touch, his c**k seeming to press back against me in its eagerness to escape the confines of his clothes.

I dragged his underwear down and his c**k sprang free, standing out from his body, long and hard, inches from my face. I dipped my head quickly, and for the first time felt a c**k against my lips. I opened my mouth tentatively and flicked my tongue across the tip of Aaron's c**k, tasting him, feeling him. By now, his jeans were around his ankles, and he pulled away for second to kick them off. Then he was naked in front of me.

Instinctively, I reached out to him. His c**k felt hot in hand - hard, hot and incredible. I watched closely as my hand moved along his shaft, peeling his skin back. I wanked him slowly, almost mesmerised by the beads of pre c*m appearing, from his soft moans. I moved again, licking the tip of his c**k carefully, swirling my tongue around the tip, savouring the taste of his first juices. I eased him sideways, looking at his long, slightly curved shaft in profile, licking along his thick length.