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I lay there spent, my cum covering my stomach. I felt Jake and Ricky moving beside me laughing. 'Fuck, I can't believe you swallowed our cum.' Jake laughed.
He and Ricky slid off the bed. Ricky grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his soft dick, before throwing it onto me. 'You got a little something, right about there,' he teased, as he motioned to his solid stomach. 'No shit sherlock.' I snapped back grinning.
Jake pulled his shorts back on and jumped on to the sofa. He lay back shirtless, arms behind his head showing off his pits, 'So, who's cum tasted better?' Jake asked.
Ricky walked beside him and sat down, not bothering to put his clothes back on.
Jake threw his arms up and moved across the sofa 'Seriously Ricky?'
'What?'
'Dude. You're just sat there with your dick out.'
'And?'
'And - your sweaty ass is all up on the sofa.'
Ricky just laughed, 'You just got sucked off beside me, and you're worried about me sweating on the sofa. Nah, more comfortable this way. I'm appreciating the breeze and I've got nothing to hide. Keep your dick caged if you want, or just get comfy.'
Jake just stared at him for a second, then said, 'Fuck it.' and kicked off his shorts, getting nude beside him.
'Thats it mate. Doesn't that feel better?' Ricky said, putting an arm around his shoulder. Jake shrugged it off, muttering 'Yeah, I guess.'
I had been watching this from my bed, wiping myself with Ricky's t-shirt which I threw off the edge. I walked over and sat on the ground between them. Ricky stood up, walking to the tv and grabbed the remote, turning on the playstation. I couldn't help but stare at his dick, swinging slightly as he moved. Ricky noticed me looking and smiled. He stood infrotnt of me and started helicoptering, 'Liking the view?', he threw Jake a controller laughing, 'Fifa?' as he plopped back down beside him.
The two of them started playing, Man U versus Liverpool. Jake had spent a lot more time on FIFA than Ricky and was crushing him. 'You know your goals on the other side of the pitch, right?' as his players ran around Ricky's.
Ricky was scowling, both him and Jake were really competitive, but FIFA was one of the few things that Jake was better than him at. Ricky's player fouled Jake's, injuring him. The game paused as the virtual ref gave a penalty to Jake's players. Jake gave him the fingers and started lining up his shot, waiting to get the power meter to the right spot.
'So who's cum did taste better Stephen?' Ricky asked. Jake choked, clicking too early and messing up his shot.
'Shit,' he moaned, 'Thats not fair. You can't distract me like that!' punching Ricky's shoulder.
Ricky pushed him almost off the sofa, 'Hey, all fair in FIFA.' holding him back for a few minutes, eventually stopping once Jake had calmed down. Jake started the game again, but Ricky paused, and put his fingers in my hair, pulling my head slightly back, 'You didn't answer my question Stephen. Who's cum tasted better.'
Jake had set the controller down, smiling, ' Yeah, who's?'
I was blushing from the attention. I gulped, 'Well, I didn't really get to taste Ricky's that much. It kind of, kind of went straight down my throat. I didn't really taste it.'
'Dude,' Jake put his hand up, 'You were really wild with him. You basically face fucked him.' Ricky took the bait, the faint smack of their palms as they hi-fived.