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tongue dart out and wet his bottom lip. Seeing that glimpse of Wheland’s tongue, and knowing the man was staring at his erection, had Rooster hardening another painful degree.
    The glazed look that ghosted over Wheland’s face surprised Rooster. It implied interest from a man he was quite sure was straight. Rooster wasn’t stupid when it came to that look . He’d seen the same expression a few other times on the faces of men wanting to fuck him, but was that the case with Wheland?
    Rooster tipped his head an inch to the side studying Wheland, as if the answers to all his questions could be found in the depths of Wheland’s eyes. If Wheland wants me, then why the hell are we wasting valuable time at a strip club? Wheland hardly seemed the type of guy that had trouble asking or getting what he wanted from anyone, so why the current game playing out at the moment? If Wheland truly wants me, wouldn’t he have simply made a move in that direction at his house? That brought Rooster’s train of thought right back to where he had started: Wheland wouldn’t ask for something he didn’t want, because he was straight.
    And that just pisses me off, Rooster thought. Mindless games get people hurt and there was no way in hell Rooster would let himself go there. If Wheland wanted to play games, fine. Two could play, but only one would win.
    Jasmine’s tiny hand was stroking on Rooster; slow teasing strokes that did little for him. It was Wheland’s close proximity in front of him and his steady gaze on his cock that kept Rooster’s head in this game. When Jasmine took Rooster in her mouth, Wheland pushed his briefs down onto his thighs and exposed his own long erection. Rooster couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his mouth and it had nothing to do with what Jasmine’s tongue was doing to him.
    Wheland inched closer to Jasmine and pressed the tip of his leaking cock to her cheek. She pulled off of Rooster with a popping sound and turned to Wheland, taking him into the warmth of her mouth.
    “Jesussss,” Wheland hissed.
    Jasmine swirled her tongue around Wheland’s wide head, then lapped at the tip of Rooster’s. Both men watched her intently as her tongue danced over both their shafts, then made figure eight patterns with her tongue over each head, swirling and lapping at the ridges and veins. Wheland stepped in front of Jasmine and Rooster did much the same. Their shoulders now touched and Rooster could feel Wheland’s heat seeping into him. The effect this had on Rooster was almost overwhelming. Rooster closed his eyes when Jasmine gripped both of their cocks and tried to push them into her mouth at once.
    The sensation of Wheland’s cock sliding alongside his was enough to make Rooster lose his mind. He was wrong about “the game.” There would be no winners in this one, especially him. Feeling Wheland moving with him was too much. It meant too much and that’s what was truly fucking with Rooster’s head. When this night was over he’d have to walk away because there was no way he could feel this kind of intensity with Wheland and not have the whole man.
    “Rub our cocks together,” Wheland said to Jasmine. He stepped to her side facing Rooster in order to make this easier, and pointed the wet tip of his cock at her mouth.
    Rooster’s eyes sprang open. There was no way he’d last if... oh, shit, and there it was. Jasmine pressed the underside of both their shafts together and began licking them tip to root. Rooster groaned loudly in unison with Wheland. Rooster closed his eyes again, trying to fight off the building need to come. Jasmine held them together, rolling their long lengths, and using her saliva for lubrication.
    “That feels so fucking good,” Wheland said and thrust into Jasmine’s grip.
    “Oh, God,” Rooster said and fell forward.
    Wheland caught Rooster with an arm around his shoulders. Rooster’s head rolled into the bend of Wheland’s neck. He felt Wheland thrust again into Jasmine’s