EE-109 Disco Danger

Excerpt

Ron and Jazz lit up that second joint afterwards. They were lying, all three of them, on the daybed, naked as jay birds and feeling mighty relaxed and lazy. Follette squinted his eyes against the burning smoke of the joint and drew a deep toke into his lungs, coughed and held the hot smoke inside. He passed the J to Jazz who fitted it into the clip. Ron scratched at his cock hair and ran his free hand over Chaz’s belly, scooping up the long, limp prong and giving it a loving squeeze. He blew the smoke out toward the ceiling. Chaz stretched his belly up sexily against Follette’s arm. Nice neighbor for a couple of guys to have!

“So you guys haven’t got jobs for the summer yet, hunh?” Ron said.

Jazz shook his head and struck another match to get the last out of the reefer. “Not yet,” Chaz answered.

Follette slipped his right hand into Jazz’s crotch and hefted the matching cock to the one in his left hand. He noticed that Chaz’s prong curved a little bit to the left, and his brother’s curved slightly to the right. So they weren’t absolutely identical twins, he thought, but mighty damned close! “You guys like to work for me?”

Jazz turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows, “Doing what?”

Chaz’s mouth hardened out into a straight line. He didn’t like getting offered a job when the offeror of the employment had his cock in his hand when he asked. He pulled away and turned onto his hips to face Follette. Ron caught the tight look in his lips.

“Oh, I don’t mean—that not tricking. Shit! I ain’t a pimp! I mean a regular job!”

“Doing what?” Jazz repeated, his eyebrows still raised. He felt his brother’s anger simmering down. (It only worked one way, you know. I guess I forgot to explain that. Jazz could tell what was going on in his brother’s head, not “read his mind,” so much as feel what he felt and see the pictures in his head that Chaz saw. But Chaz could only send, not receive. He had this feeling of not being alone when Jazz was slipping into his mind with him, but he never could pick up anything from Jazz.)