This is the final chapter.
Steven suddenly had more coke on the pads of his middle fingers and he rubbed it around my gums as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. I was flying and hadn’t realized that Gary had stopped rimming me. Steven licked the residue off his fingers, reached below me and took hold of my erect nipples. He squeezed and pulled them harder and harder until it grew painful. Just as I started to squirm, he released them. The blood rushed back into my nipples and I sighed in relief when I felt something stretch my asshole painfully.
It had to be Gary entering me from behind. His hands gripped my hips and he slowly pulled me backward onto his thick, hard cock. I presumed he’d lubed it up, because my spit must have dried by then. I moaned around Steven’s dick in my throat but I didn’t wave for him to stop. It felt so right at that moment. The E and the coke had me chill and horny at the same time. I felt Gary’s pelvic bone against my ass cheeks.
“Bollocks, I’m all the way in, baby. You’re a fuckin’ hot bitch!” As if the whole scenario weren’t unexpected enough, Gary calling me a bitch triggered something in my balls that got me even hotter. I started swallowing Steven’s long cock with barely a twitch of a gag and, as I pulled back, drove my ass against Gary’s cock hungrily. “Fuck, Steven, I think he likes that,” I heard him say behind me.
Steven placed his hands on either side of my head, looked me in the eyes and asked me, “That right, baby? You like the idea of being our bitch tonight?” I couldn’t actually speak with his cock in my throat, but I looked back at him longingly and blinked. “He does, Gare. Open him up for me, ‘cause I won’t last much longer.”
Gary started gyrating his hips to penetrate me from different angles and I saw rainbow colours swimming in front of my eyes. My whole body was in flame and I couldn’t seem to get enough. Soon after, they pulled out and quickly switched positions. “Band's nearly done, Stevie. Make it quick.” Gary tilted my head up and poured water into my mouth to keep me hydrated as he yanked a used condom off his dick. I swallowed a moment before Steven pressed the head of his cock between my now sore ass lips and started sinking inside.
Gary stuck his fingers into my mouth to open me up, followed by his thick cock. He started fucking my mouth slowly, letting my throat get accustomed to its girth again as the tip of Steven’s cock touched something unexpected in my ass that offered resistance. I panicked for a moment, thinking he was too big for my ass, but he rubbed his palms along my back and told me to breath. “That’s your inner cherry, baby. I’m about to make you feel so full, you’ll think you’ve gone to heaven. Just keep relaxing.”
Gary pulled out of my throat and let me suck on his cock in my mouth alone as Steven’s cock pressed and pushed from a few different angles until I felt it go in further. He wasn’t kidding! There seemed to be barely enough room for him up there, but I felt something shifting to make way for him and it was like he was in my bowels. (Of course, later I understood that he was!)
“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so tight, baby. It’s incredible.” He started sliding back and forward just a tiny amount, not leaving that tight space, and tingles ran up and down my spine. I sucked on Gary’s cock like he gave me oxygen and he moaned. “Yes, bitch. Suck that load out of me. You’re going to swallow it down, aren’t you?”
“You want mine, too, baby?” Steven asked behind me. “You want me to breed you like my bitch? Fill your cunt with my babymakers?” Writing about it now, their language sounds so corny, like amateur porn, but at that moment, it turned me on completely. I pulled off Gary’s cock and shouted, “Fill me up with your cum, you faggots!” I was a man possessed.
Gary slammed his thick cock into my throat and started skull-fucking me like a sex toy. Steven pounded my inner cherry in long strokes that went out and back in, moaning like he was out of control. “I’m almost there,” I heard him grunt through clenched teeth. My libido was in overdrive and I felt another load boil out of my balls and shoot down my legs.
Gary responded, “Oh, fuck, here it comes!” He pulled out of my throat and coated my mouth with a blast of steaming cum. It hit me so forcefully, that I felt some go up into my nose. He followed it up with several more, which I hungrily swallowed. At that moment, I felt Steven yank his cock out, heard him peel off his condom and suddenly my back was being splattered with his spunk. I felt it go as far as my hair and neck, before the last shots landed on the small of my back.
Gary stuffed his cock back into his pants and pulled up his jeans before he raised me from the stool. Steven pulled my tee down over my arms and head, right onto my spunk-covered back. Then the two of them quickly pulled off my trainers and got me into my jeans before putting them back on. I was so exhausted and spent that they had to handle me like a rag doll.
The band was hitting the final notes of their last song as they sat me down on the stool and put a bottle of cold beer in my hands. I have no idea how they had cold beer, but I can only assume that their friends had gotten them from the bar for us, which also meant that they were well aware of what we were doing. I didn’t think about it. I was grateful to have something to cool me down after that fucking. My skin was flushed and I was sweating profusely. My hair was damp, and a little sticky in back. ‘Jesus,’ I thought, ‘how obvious is it?’ I needed to get out of the place before they turned all the lights on.
We gathered our stuff and I realized that I wasn’t wearing the panties. I looked around on the floor but couldn’t see them. When I looked up, the bartender was staring right at me with a look that didn’t seem amused. Steven noticed what I was doing and got my attention by placing a hand on my back. He pulled a bit of the lacy fabric from his front pocket and said, “I’m keeping these as a souvenir, if that’s okay with you.”
I smiled at him and said “Sure,” shaking my head at the incredible unlikelihood that my evening had gone the direction it did. We stumbled outside with the crowd and they talked about hitting a late-night venue a few miles away, but I was spent. I told them to enjoy themselves and headed off on foot toward my home. Every step in the cool night air reminded me that I had Steven’s cum on my hair, neck and back, and my own drying on my legs. I could also taste Gary’s on my tongue.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I figured it was my friends checking that I was okay, as I hadn't chatted with them afterwards, so I didn't bother checking the number. "Robin," I answered. There was an unexpected pause. "It's Terry. From the Watmough. You left your dress shirt here." I laughed, only remembering it now. Which one was Terry? Oh, right, the bartender who was giving me the stare. "Thanks, mate! What time do you guys open tomorrow? I'll come by and pick it up." He coughed and said, "Eight, as you damn well know. Come by at six to get it." I heard the click before I could ask why. I think I knew why.
Was he actually angry? If so, what awaited me at six the next day? It took a moment before I realised that I was whistling. Maybe my sexual tastes were even broader than I thought.
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