Youth DTF

Chapter 2: Skeet

"Here I am, in the living room of a five-room house, struggling to breathe," Rey thought. "This isn't something most people experience—especially not with everything quite literally hanging out in the open."

Standing with his arms crossed, Rey had his cock exposed, while Elena and Samantha's attention shifted away from the obscene videos playing on the oversized TV and onto him.

"And how do you plan on getting him hard?" Samantha asked Elena, her voice a mix of curiosity and unease.

"You could always suck him off," Elena teased with a playful smirk.

A jolt of tension shot through Rey's body at Elena's suggestion. "Thanks to its size, my cock needs a lot more blood to fully get hard. Right now, it feels like a key's unlocking something deep inside me, and it's pouring out like a waterfall between my legs. The best I can do is keep my heartbeat low, just enough to stay conscious."

"No way I'm putting that in my mouth!" Samantha exclaimed, looking horrified.

Rey couldn't hide a flicker of disappointment. "I don't think it needs to go that far..." he said, the room falling into an awkward silence as the girls exchanged challenging looks.

"You know what?" Rey added, trying to ease the tension. "It feels a little weird being the only one without clothes."

Maybe we should stop now, Rey thought, feeling guilty. I don't want Samantha to get even more uncomfortable.

"That's a good idea," Elena chimed in, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We can start by undressing. That might help him 'stop' thinking."

Rey hadn't expected her to say that.

Samantha remained silent for a few seconds, mulling over Elena's suggestion. The second proposition didn't sound as crazy as the first, and Rey recognized Elena's subtle mastery of persuasion. By starting with an extreme idea, Elena had made this follow-up sound far more reasonable. She hadn't pressured Samantha directly, positioning her more as an accomplice. And besides, if Rey felt awkward being the only one naked, wouldn't the one still clothed feel the same?

"These two are similar in height," Rey mused, "but not in body, personality, or face. Elena's got wavy blonde hair, while Samantha's long straight brown hair is usually tied in a ponytail—like the girl from the first video. Elena likes hers loose. As desperate as I am, though, either one of them stripping in front of me could easily get me hard. Together, they're a dangerous combination. They don't have voluptuous bodies, but their 'good girl' faces, mixed with this naughty behavior... it's a lethal charm."

"Maybe we can try watching something you like first," Samantha suggested, her uncertainty evident.

"You had the idea, so you're the one who should find it," Elena said, her tone slightly annoyed. Samantha's indecisiveness was clearly starting to wear on her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Samantha muttered. "Rey, what would help you get hard?"

"Who would've thought I'd ever hear her say that," Rey thought, a hint of amusement creeping in. He sat down slowly, as if disinterested. "Try whatever you want..."

Elena, finally losing patience, rolled her eyes. "What don't you understand, dark-blond? If he was half-asleep before, I think his dick's going to die of boredom now. Porn doesn't hit the same when you've got real flesh right in front of you," she grumbled, watching Samantha fumble through different videos.

Feeling the pressure of slowing down the moment, Samantha refocused on the screen. Her mouse moved nervously, clicking through various tags and videos until she finally settled on one. She hit 'play' and switched the video to full screen.