Spying on Lucas — Chapter 3

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: Piggy

"Hey piggy..."

I froze. My fingers, suddenly sweaty, slipped off the controller. Lucas and Chris stepped in, shutting the door behind them. Lucas leaned against the wall, his smirk growing wider. "You wanna... hang out?"

Chris crossed his arms, his eyes scanning me like I was a toy. They were like some teen gang from an old movie.

"You’ve got holes, and we've got dicks." They weren't the wordiest couple of guys, but at least they were direct. My stomach flipped, but not in a bad way.

"I know," I said, not really sure what to say.

Lucas walked over, his hand gripping my chin. "You’ve been spying on me for weeks, haven’t you? Watching me jerk off, huh?"

I swallowed hard, nodding. "I... I didn’t think you knew."

He chuckled, letting go of my face. "I knew. The first time I jerked off, I looked right at that crack in the wall. Thought it’d scare you off from your little habit, but you stayed. That’s when I realized what kind of fun you might be down for."

Chris stepped closer. "We definitely found our use for him."

Lucas grinned. "Like this."

They moved fast, pulling me off the chair and onto the bed. Lucas’ hands were rough but controlled as he yanked my shorts down. Chris grabbed my legs, spreading them open. "You ready for more?"

I nodded again, my heart racing. I’d been experimenting with a remote control up my ass for weeks, curious about how something like this would feel. Now it seemed like I was about to find out.

Lucas climbed on top of me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You’re gonna take it all, piggy."

I got the feeling, from his demeanor, that he somehow needed to prove he was an alpha, or something like that, after I watched him take it in the ass today.

Chris shoved his dick in my mouth, cutting off any protest. It was overwhelming, but I wanted it. Even with Chris taking over my face, I’d never felt closer to Lucas than I did now, with his cock pressing into me, claiming me. It only heightened the experience that he and Chris were taking me like I was a toy.

Lucas’ cock pressed in, thick and insistent. I could feel the heat radiating from it, the tip already slick with pre-cum. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he leaned over me, his muscular body casting a shadow. Even though they were controlling me with their strong arms, I arched my back and leaned into it. Lucas’ abs flexed with every breath. His chest glistened with sweat as he re-positioned himself again.

Chris, on the other hand, was more playful. He shoved his cock into my mouth with a laugh, his hand tangling my hair as he started to thrust.

"You’re such a good little slut," he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. Chris was leaner than Lucas, his body more defined, but just as athletic. His abs rippled as he moved, his biceps flexing as he held my head in place.

He moaned, his voice growing ragged. "Fuck, your throat is tight.”

From what I knew about Chris, he had always been the joker, the one who liked to make people laugh. But behind that charm was a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"We had a neighbor once," Chris said in a low but casual voice. "He was like you, always watching us, always eager to please. We called him 'piggy' too."

Though my body was suspended by their forceful grips, I looked up at him, surprised at the revelation. It was turning me on like crazy. Maybe Chris gave him the idea to come back in here tonight.

"Me and my brother used him the same way we're gonna use you now."

If my mouth wasn't stuffed with his cock, it would've dropped open in shock.

Lucas chuckled behind me. He was different than Chris. He was acting possessive, his hands firm as he pressed into me, claiming me in a way that was different than earlier, when he was just trying to get off. I moaned around Chris’ cock, my body trembling as Lucas pushed deeper, stretching me in ways I’d never felt before. This is different than the remote control.

Chris pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips as he smirked down at me. "Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, huh?" he teased, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Two hung studs using you like their little slut."

I could only nod, my breath skipping as Lucas’ hips snapped against mine. The truth was, I hadn't actually fantasized about this. I didn't really fantasize about anything, I just liked watching Lucas through the crack in the wall, when he was being his most genuine self. I had experimented a lot with friends and traded some oral, but I enjoyed "normal" porn you'd see on twitter or whatever. When Lucas and Chris invited me into their sexual designs earlier that day, that was the first time I had the idea of actually putting a dick inside me. Now, though, it was all I wanted.

Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You’re lucky we found you," he whispered, his breath hot. "You’re perfect for this, piggy."

They switched places after a while, Chris slamming into my ass while Lucas looked me in the eye and filled my mouth. I moaned around him, the taste of my own boyish ass sweat and musk mixing with his more masculine scent. It was the perfect mix of fluids, representing our brotherly bond. I was stretched, used, and completely taken by them.

Lucas was close to cumming, and he pulled out to gently shallow-fuck my mouth, as I tightened as best as I could around him without touching with my teeth. Though my jaw was sore, his love pole was more important. As his thick cock pressed against my lips, I felt a mix of awe and submission. His girth stretched my mouth wide, the head grazing my tongue before he thrust deeper. His pre-cum coated my tongue, salty and amazing, as he began to pulse. I could feel his body tense above me, his abs tightening, his breath sharpening. He’s close. My heart raced as I realized what was coming. I reached around to his ass, and stuck a finger in his sweaty hole, knowing he liked that from earlier.

When he came, it was with a long, slightly vocal exhale, his hips bucking forward as his cock released hot, heavy spurts directly onto my tongue. The first shot hit the back of my throat, and it was thick and warm. I swallowed reflexively. The second coated my tongue, filling my mouth with what felt like hot spurts of pure him. I could feel his veins throbbing against my lips, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me. It was raw, primal, and perfect.

Chris wasn’t far behind. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me, his rhythm growing erratic. I let my body go limp as he humped away at me. When he came, he didn’t pull out. I could feel him pulsing deep inside me, his cum flooding my ass, marking me in a way that left no question about my place in this dynamic. The warmth spread through me, making me shiver with a strange mix of satisfaction and submission.

They didn’t move when they were done. Lucas stayed in my mouth, his cock resting on my tongue, while Chris remained buried in my ass, his cum leaking out around him. It was an intimate, claiming moment, and I felt a strange sense of pride knowing they’d left their marks inside me.

“You’re such a good little piggy,” Lucas murmured, sounding satisfied as he finally pulled back, his cock glistening with spit and cum. Chris didn’t say a word, just smirked and gave my ass a firm slap as he slid out, leaving me feeling empty, but owned.

As they collapsed beside me, Lucas wrapped an arm around my shoulders, surprisingly sweetly. "You’re not just my brother anymore," he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. "You’re my fleshlight, too."

I smiled, and couldn't help but cringe at my own internal response. Still, I pressed my face into his chest, lightly licking the sweat off of him. Chris rolled over behind me, aiming his half hard, cummy cock back at my hole, not even trying to penetrate, just playing with my body. This was all that mattered.

Chris got up and sprawled out on the rug in front of us, half-listening and half-scrolling on his phone. Then he paused.

"No way," he said suddenly, holding the phone up. "Look what your mom posted, Lucas. I guess since we’re hanging out she must’ve thought of this. It must be from forever ago."

Lucas leaned forward to see. I tilted my head with him. It was a group photo, blurry and hard to see at first, but it was the three of us, including Chris at some summer pool party from years ago. Our moms were chatting in the background. We were soaked and grinning, probably high on sugar and sun. I actually remembered that day, but I’d forgotten Chris was even there until just now.

"How is this not tagged?" Lucas muttered.

Chris laughed. "Our moms had no idea what they were doing online."

We stared at the screen a little longer than normal. No one said anything right away.

"We actually looked happy," I said quietly.

Lucas gave me a light squeeze with the arm still draped around me. "We were. We still are."

Chris nodded, his voice softer than usual. "Yeah. We just forget sometimes."

I didn’t say anything else. I just let myself stay there, pressed against Lucas, watching Chris smile at the screen, and feeling, for the first time in a long time, like I wasn’t on the outside of things anymore.