Undercover: The Adventures of a Real Life Gigolo. Luke Bradbury

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      It came out quieter than I wanted it to. If they were going to try and get me talking more, it wasn’t going to work. I still wasn’t up to having much of a conversation. It was just enough to sit with Sasha and Chloe, and enjoy being with them. And then a second later, they were kissing, their hands running down each other’s body.

       Oh God.

      All I knew how to do was to sit there within inches of them and watch. This was heading way beyond any sex I’d had before. My own body yearned to join in but my mind was wondering how to go about it. Sasha’s hand reached out and stroked my leg, willing me to be part of the action. And the next minute Sasha went down on Chloe, and Chloe writhed deeper into the bed—and I felt as if I might as well not have been there. Except, except, there was something almost stage-managed about the sex. Like they knew exactly what they were doing to me.

       God, it was working.

      I shifted closer and readied myself. But still I held back. They were so caught up in each other.

       How do I join in on this without ruining the moment?

      My focus shifted from Sasha to Chloe beneath her, and then back again.

       Who do I go for first?

      I was on the brink of every guy’s wet dream—ready to jump the chasm.

       Just go for it, Luke. You’ve just got to get in there somehow.

      I felt the lull in my storm. All the attention laser-beamed onto my suddenly limp dick.

      NO! Don’t do this to me. Kick in, you bastard. Get your damn act together.

      ‘You’re not gay, are you?’

      Everything else in me stiffened. I looked up. Chloe had spoken but both she and Sasha, embracing horizontally, were now watching me.

      ‘Oh God, no,’ I laughed.

      Beyond them, I could see a sliver of a window through a gap in the burgundy curtain that ran the length of the room. A split-second urge swept through me to dive through the glass and down to the cold stone floor however many storeys below.

      I clambered off the bed.

      ‘I need to go to the bathroom,’ I muttered, avoiding catching their eyes. My self-esteem felt like my dick.

      I closed the bathroom door behind me and breathed out.

       What the fuck’s going on?

      I turned on the cold tap and cupped my hands beneath it and looked at myself, tight-lipped in the mirror. The glass reflected back the shiny oxblood tiles behind me, which when I looked from the right angle appeared to line up exactly with the tiles on the wall I faced. Like I was bricked in. I washed my face and gripped the marble washbasin and wondered what Sasha and Chloe were thinking about me. Sniggering, no doubt. Or angry that they weren’t getting what they’d bargained for. I was experiencing what every guy says ‘never happens to me’ when it does.

      My dick was making no effort to rejoin the party. I looked down at it, frowning.

       What are you playing at? Why NOW?

      I gave it a damn hard helping hand.

      Come on, come on. Oh, congratulations. About bloody time. Where the fucking hell have you been?

      I returned to the bedroom, spirits and cock revived. In my absence, the girls had decided to carry on without me. They were so wound up in each other that they barely noticed me watching their every move as I walked towards the bed and climbed onto it beside them. Sasha was on her back and Chloe sat astride her with one hand behind her as if she was riding rodeo. Sasha bucked in pleasure.

       Thank you, God. Fantasy made flesh.

      Chloe caught my eye and drew her girlfriend to a canter and then to a gentle halt. Her gaze didn’t waver from my face as she climbed off her mount and made her way on all fours across the bed towards me. Her hand reached out to encircle my prick, and I took a deep breath. She sat back on her haunches to steady herself, and neither missing a beat nor taking her eyes off mine, she stretched out her other hand towards her lover.

      ‘Condom, please.’

      Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Sasha in turn stretch out her hand to fish around in the drawer of the bedside cabinet, pull out a rubber and slip it between Chloe’s finger and thumb. It was a practised move.

       They’ve done this before.

      It was now Sasha’s turn to lean on an elbow and watch, her other hand between her thighs.

      Chloe brought the packet up to her mouth and ripped the corner of the wrapper away with her teeth. With a deft hand she pulled out the condom and placed it between her lips, and this time dropped her eyes. Her hands ran gently down my dick, guiding it into her mouth at the very same time as she drew her mouth up the shaft.

       Oh God, yes.

      I closed my eyes to both savour and withstand the breakers. My eyes jarred open in shock a moment later. I was losing it. Again.

       No, it can’t do this to me. It can’t get worse.

      Chloe was doing her utmost to tantalise me. I willed my dick to harden.

      What’s wrong with me? With these two and I can’t keep in shape? Of course I’m not gay. Am I? No. No. So what the fuck’s going on? This ain’t supposed to happen. What do I have to DO? God Almighty. Work, damn it.

      My dick wasn’t listening to a word of it.

      Chloe pulled away, and shot a glance at her lover. They were looking at each other, but not in a good way. I sat there feeling completely deflated.

      ‘Is everything all right?’ said Sasha.

      I braced myself and lied through my teeth. ‘Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine.’ Then bashfully I looked at both of them sitting there, and decided to admit defeat.

      ‘Look, my dick’s not working for anyone. You two are just too good.’

      They smiled back at me and said nothing. My words hung in the air.

      ‘Would you like another drink?’ Chloe asked, and shifted off the bed to collect the bottle and our glasses.

      ‘Thanks, love,’ replied Sasha.

      ‘Yes, please, that’d be nice,’ I said.

      I watched the golden elixir fill my glass.

      ‘Cheers,’ we said, almost in unison, and sunk one and then another.

      Whether it was the alcohol, or just that I’d got the worst out of the way, I couldn’t be sure, but my whole—yes, whole—body felt like it was back in the swing of things.

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