3: Toy
Vinnie and I were townies, both living with our parents and going to the local college. That's where we became friends with Teddy. Or, Vinnie became friends with Teddy but he always kept me around as a hanger-on, so I also became friends with Teddy. He was friendly rather than an actual friend, though.
He and Vinnie looked like opposites. While Vinnie was a brunette with dark eyes, coarse body hair and a dumb little pencil mustache, Teddy was blonde with blue eyes and mostly hairless. Vinnie was skinny strong with a rock climber's body, all tight muscles and prominent veins. Teddy was tall and lanky, with a less defined body but bigger limbs, especially hands and feet. He played soccer in a team of amateur guys from campus and had no competitive streak. He was mostly a stoner in jock's clothing, which is why he gravitated more towards Vinnie (and even me) than the usual jocks.
I'd kinda had a crush on him since we met, though a sort of low-level crush where I found him hot, and knew I'd walk across hot coals for him if he told me to, but I didn't harbor any ambition, nor had I tried anything because I knew he was straight.
He, too, didn't call me by my name. Instead of lil bro, like Vinnie did, he called me little dude.
After I woke up on the floor and went home, I didn't see Vinnie outside of school until the next weekend. On Friday we ran into each other on campus, and he invited me to his place for the night. "Teddy will be there, lil bro, just a smoke sesh the three of us, okay?" So, when I went there, I only had drinks and my weed, no change of clothes for the morning, and no expectation to sleep over.
Vinnie doesn't work like that.
When I got to Vinnie’s place, his studio was already smoky. Vinnie was kicked back on the couch, one leg slung over the armrest, wearing a white wife-beater and grey sweatpants. His slides were off, white socks flexing as he tapped his foot, and his eyes planted themselves in mine as soon as I walked in. “Lil bro,” he said, casual as ever. “Finally we can party.”
Teddy was sprawled in the armchair across from him, his own sweatpants stretched tight across his thighs, the outline of him shamelessly clear. He grinned, already stoned, passing me the joint he’d just lit as a welcome. “Hey, little dude. Hope you brought more green?”
I dropped my bag of weed on the table and nodded, settling on the couch a careful foot away from Vinnie. He didn’t pull me in, didn’t touch me. I could smell him anyway: sharp sweat, smoke, a whiff of his socks, and I couldn’t help breathe in, as discreetly as I could.
To be fair, neither was sober enough to pay attention to me.
We fell into a rhythm, just talking and smoking, showing each other videos, the guys getting on the console while I fille pipes and passed them around. Vinnie kept asking Teddy about his ex, twisting the knife about how the bitch had left him high and dry, all the while plying him with drinks first, and always more generously than he ever served either himself or me. He directed the conversation towards girls, the ones he’d fucked and passed videos of around, mostly, and whoever Teddy was interested in as a rebound. Two hours in and they were drunk, each vibrating with a different energy. I was drunk as well, but unable to tell if I was turned on or terrified.
“Alright, this is getting boring. Let’s do something, pass the time.” The worst possible words Vinnie could have said.
Teddy raised a brow, taking a slow drag. “Like what? I don’t think I’m clear enough for more video games…”
“Nah,” Vinnie said, turning to me. “Lil bro’s been too comfy over there, we should mess with him a bit,” he added with a laugh, “he’s all quiet and shit while we’re playing.” Vinnie got up and pulled me up from the armchair where I’d set up my weed atelier. “Come on, bro, let’s fight!” And he gave me a pretend punch in the shoulder.
“I’m not gonna fight you, Vinnie,” I said with a smile, trying to calm him down, “I’m not strong enough to win.”
“Come on, it’s not for real!” And he gave me another pretend punch, all soft, in the belly. “Fight me, lil bro! Let’s wrestle, or something.”
“Or something?” laughed Teddy. “Little dude is too skinny to win, Vin, he’s right.”
“Nah, he’s quick and slight!” And Vinnie started trying to wrestle with me. I did my best to disentangle myself. “Exactly, bro, that’s the way to go!” In the process of trying to avoid him grabbing me, he pushed me back down into the armchair. “Lost this one, lil bro. Up! Again! Try for real, this time!”
His smile encouraged me. I’d always played Vinnie’s games so I don’t know why exactly I hesitated for so long, comparatively, for me, but it took me ten to fifteen seconds to raise myself up and push against him, my head to his belly, both my arms seizing him at the waist. He didn’t expect that and ended up on the floor, somehow, pinned down by me.
“Nice one!” congratulated Teddy.
“Fuck yeah, lil bro!” Vinnie clapped my back. “One to one.” His smile got twisted, dark, and he grabbed me by the neck before pushing on my body, tangling his legs in mine. Next second, I was on my back, straddled by Vinnie, legs pinned, choked. “Don’t rest on your laurels, though, bitch,” a little lower, a little quicker so that Teddy didn’t even catch it, “the element of surprise is how you win, or lose.”
I tried to knee Vinnie in the balls. He did say to try, for real. But I couldn’t. I tried to fight back with my arms and Vinnie tightened his grip around my neck until I tried slapping him at which point, laughing at me, he simply grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. “I give, Vinnie,” I whispered.
“Two to one, I win, lil bro!” He was smiling wildly as he got me up and pushed me into Teddy. “Come on, big guy, use those soccer muscles. I don’t think he’s winning, so, let’s see how long he lasts before he squirms out.” He said it like a joke, a bro-y challenge, but I caught the real game. He was nudging Teddy closer, testing the waters without showing his hand.
Teddy at me. “You still have to fight back, little dude.”
“I’ll try, Teddy.” But as soon as we started grappling, not only did I realize he was too strong, but I could also feel myself wanting him to win. I needed this big guy to pin me down, the same Vinnie had done. The only reason I pushed harder, hooked a leg into his and tried to make him fall was so he’d laugh at me, which he did, and put me down on the floor.
Which he did, gently, but decisively. “One-zero, little dude,” he said with a laugh.
For another dozen rounds, they kept wrestling with me, one after the other, each of them taking a few sips of their drinks or a few puffs on the joint in between. By my tenth match against Teddy, Vinnie was vibrating. “See? He’s already folding. Told you he’s no match for you, big guy.” And as I was on the floor, Teddy’s knee on my belly, both arms pushed against my chest to keep me trying to reach at anything to defend myself, Vinnie said, “Keep him there, make him sweat a little,” and it seemed so logical Teddy obliged, leaning in closer, his breath warm on my face as he tightened his hold. A few drops of sweat fell from his brow to my face and it was all I could do not to lick them off. Not to beg for him to push both knees into my belly, to kick me in my stomach.
“Damn, little dude,” Teddy said, still grinning, but curious now, like he was starting to notice something. “You’re not even fighting back anymore.” His grip loosened for a second, testing, and I stayed put, pinned under him, my face burning.
“He likes it,” Vinnie said, casual and cool, tossing it out like it was nothing. “Don’t you, lil bro?” He didn’t push any further. “We wrestle all the time.”
And I didn’t dare say anything. My eyes kept going from Vinnie, wondering how far he wanted to go, and Teddy, trying to parse out what he was getting out of this.
Teddy blinked, his hands still on me, and looked between us. “For real?” he asked, laughing, but his eyes lingered on me longer now, searching. He didn’t let go, and didn’t move away.
“Yeah, man, it’s cool,” shrugged Teddy, “gotta have a training dummy, yeah?” And he laughed. Before Teddy could form a reaction to that, Vinnie added, “Fuck, man, you’re crushing him, big guy.”
Teddy laughed and shifted his weight, his knee sliding off but still keeping me pinned. “Little dude’s tougher than he looks,” he said.
“Fuck yeah, he is,” said Vinnie, like he was talking about a horse he owned that did well at the races. “And he knows his place,” he said, tossing it out like a joke, keeping it light enough to slide past Teddy’s radar. “Some people are just good at taking it, you know? Like they’re built for it.”
Teddy tilted his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, and looked down at me. I could see how drunk he was and wondered if he himself could tell. “And what’s your place?” he said, equally curious and amused. His hands tightened again, testing, and I didn’t move, just lay there defeated. He was so big, his frame swallowing mine, and Vinnie’s stare burned into us both, making me confused as to how to react.
All I said was, “Helping. That’s my place.”
“Yeah,” Vinnie said, his sweatpants shifting as he adjusted himself. Not blatantly, but enough for me to notice. “He’s solid like that. Always around when you need him. Right, lil bro?” His voice was all warmth, coaxing, and he nudged me with his foot. The contact was brief but electric. I couldn’t help but want him to press that foot on my face while Teddy kept me on the floor. I nodded, my throat tight, and Teddy’s grin flickered, like he was starting to catch the vibe.
“Alright, big guy,” Vinnie said, clapping his hands to mark the start of a new moment. He was the director of this movie. “Let’s switch it up. Flip him over, see if he can crawl out from under you.” He said like it was just another challenge, a natural escalation of what we were doing.
Teddy shrugged, all easy confidence, and grabbed my hips with those huge hands, flipping me onto my stomach like I was nothing. His weight settled over me again, his knees straddling my thighs, his bulge brushing my lower back as he leaned in. “Gotcha now, little dude,” he said, still playful but a little less oblivious, like he was feeling the rush of it. His socks pressed against my calves, the heat and faint musk of him overwhelming, and I squirmed, not to escape but because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted to feel him flex against me to keep me in place.
Vinnie chuckled, satisfied. “Look at that, he’s done for. Told you he’s no match for you, Teddy. You’re too much for him.” His eyes were locked on us, on Teddy’s bigger body dwarfing mine, and I could see the way it turned him on. He didn’t say it, didn’t need to. “Damn, Teddy, you’re burying him,” he added, slurring a bit. “You’re working up a sweat, bro, ditch the shirt. Let’s see what those gains look like.” He said that like it was just part of the game, but I caught the way his gaze lingered on Teddy’s shoulders, his chest, sizing him up.
Teddy laughed and sat back on his heels, still straddling me. “What, you wanna check me out now?” he said, but he didn’t hesitate and grabbed the hem of his tank top, peeled it off, tossing it onto the armchair. I couldn’t help twist my head even further to try and look up at him. His torso stretched out above me, all smooth skin and lean muscle, broader than Vinnie’s compact build, with a faint sheen of sweat catching the dim light. His sweatpants rode lower, showing the waistband of his boxers. My eyes were trying to lick the faint treasure trail of blond hair plunging in there.
“Fuck yeah,” Vinnie said, nodding. “That’s what I’m talking about. Bigger guy like you, lil bro doesn’t stand a chance.” Bigger than who, Vinnie didn’t say. He adjusted himself through his sweatpants, unseen by Teddy. I knew it wasn’t just Teddy’s strength over me he liked, it was the whole package, the way he loomed, the way he could take up space Vinnie couldn’t. The way he was hurting me without trying, without knowing.
Teddy flexed his arms, grinning at my upturned face. “You’re toast, little dude,” he said, his hands sliding back to my shoulders, pressing me down again. His bare chest hovered closer now, the heat of him radiating, the musky scent of his sweat sharper without the tank top to mute it. I didn’t fight, didn’t even twitch. I just stayed there, taking it in, my head swimming with it. Weight. Smell. Strength. I couldn’t resist those because I wanted them.
Vinnie watched us for a beat longer, then came closer, his feet ending up a little too close to my nose for it to be innocent. “Alright, big guy. Let’s up the ante,” he said, his tone still light, like it was all fun and games. “Lil bro lost, he deserves a bit of hazing, yeah? Teach him to try harder. Take one of those socks off, man, let lil bro get a whiff. See if he can handle it.” He laughed, rough and throaty, playing it like a dare, but his eyes locked on Teddy’s feet, a size or two up from his own. He wanted this.
Teddy raised a brow, his hands still on me, and snorted. “What, you serious? That’s nasty, dude.” But he didn’t pull away, didn’t let me up, just looked down at me. “You cool with that, little dude? That’s frat bro shit.”
I nodded instead of speaking, my voice stuck somewhere in my throat.
Vinnie chuckled. “He’s gotta learn, bro! Go on, Teddy, give him a taste. Big guy like you, he’s gotta learn what he’s dealing with. We gotta make the lil bro tougher for the world out there!”
That seemed to convince Teddy easily. “Yeah, little dude, there’s some big cunts out there,” he said, as he peeled a sock from his foot with a slow tug, “you gotta learn how those big fuckers handle little guys.” It was huge, white but greyed from being cooped up all day. He dangled it over me for a second, smirking, then leaned down and pressed it on my nose. “It’s a bit nasty, little dude,” he said apologetically even as he was making me smell it.
I didn’t fight it. I just inhaled. It was pure man. My head spun, my body buzzing with it, and I let out a small moan. As small as I hoped I was.
Teddy faltered, the sock no longer pressed as hard into my nose, but still there. “Fuck, you’re into this, little dude?” he asked, quieter now.
Vinnie’s grin stretched wide, his foot tapping faster. “Told you he’s solid,” he said, his voice warm, approving. “There ain’t a frat bro he can handle, unless they start thinking of new shit." Vinnie took a long drag on the joint, watching as Teddy kept me sniffing. “Alright, big guy,” he finally said, nodding at Teddy, “let’s take a breather, get some air outside. But first…” He grinned like a demon and kicked his chin toward me. “Lil bro, why don’t you help Teddy out? Put that sock back on his foot for him. Gotta keep our boy cozy.”
Teddy snorted, pulling his foot back and sitting up straighter, his weight easing and allowing to push myself on my back. “What, like he’s my personal assistant now?” he said, the amusement was clear in his voice.
“Yeah, bro, he’s a helper.”
Teddy laughed as he tossed the sock at me. It landed on my chest, warm and damp, and I fumbled it in my hands, my face heating up again. “Go on, little dude. Make yourself useful.”
I sat up slowly, my head still buzzing from the scent, the weight, the everything. Vinnie watched me, mustache twitching as he smirked, proud of himself. I slid the sock back over Teddy’s big foot, my fingers brushing his calloused, warm, sole, bigger than mine and even Vinnie’s. Teddy flexed his toes, chuckling low. “Good job, little one. You’re hired,” he said, slipping his slides back on and stretching his lanky, half naked body. Every muscle in his chest moved, and Vinnie’s gaze flicked over him, quick but hungry.
“C’mon, let’s keep this rolling.” He grabbed a couple beers from the fridge as Teddy lumbered toward the door, and I trailed behind, looking at the both of them move, looking at their asses in their sweatpants.
The night air hit cooled me off a bit as we stepped into Vinnie’s backyard. Vinnie lit a joint, the flame flaring briefly across his dark eyes, and passed it to Teddy, who took a long drag and flopped into one of the chairs, his legs spreading wide. I hovered near the table, not sure where to land, until Vinnie grabbed my wrist and tugged me down onto the second chair beside him.
“Nah, lil bro, no need to sit on the grass,” like I was gonna do that instead of awkwardly stand, “you’re with me,” he said, warm but firm, and before I could react, he swung a leg over and dropped onto my lap. He was all wiry muscle and sharp edges, not the heaviest guy, but it still pressed me down, his ass grinding into my thighs as he adjusted himself. “There we go. Comfy now.” He took the joint back from Teddy, took a drag and grabbed my face to shotgun it into my mouth. “Gimme a hug, lil bro, keep me warm out here.”
I hesitated, my hands hovering, but he grabbed one and slung it around his waist, pulling me in close. His tank top rode up, and when Teddy turned to crack open a beer, Vinnie dragged my other hand under the fabric, guiding it across his stomach. The coarse hair scratched my palm, and he flexed under my touch. “Feel that,” he muttered, low enough Teddy wouldn’t catch it, his breath hot against my ear.
My fingers traced higher, brushing the edge of his ribs, and he shifted in my lap, pressing harder, grinding in my crotch in slow, almost invisible movements, as if trying to make me hard.
Teddy turned back, oblivious, sipping his beer. “You two look cozy,” he said, smirking, his big feet kicking out as he leaned back. “What’s the deal, Vin? You hogging the help, now?”
Vinnie laughed, making his abs shift against my hand. “Just needed a cushion, man. And a sweater.” He laid his arm over mine and pushed his back into me. “Night’s a bit fresh, as your nips are showing.” And they laughed at that.
Vinnie stayed on my lap for a good ten minutes as we smoked the first joint. I tried my hardest and managed not to get hard, drinking my beer as fast as I could and leaning into the feeling of drunkenness.
Finally, Vinnie got up to go to the table and start rolling again. “One more, guys, let’s enjoy the night air. But this time, Teddy, you get lil bro to help you, yeah? Sit on him, bro.”
Teddy raised a brow, mid-sip, then shrugged. “What, like musical chairs?”
“Feels better than those plastic fucking chairs.” Like it was normal.
And Teddy seemed to think it was. “Alright, fuck it.” Teddy handed me his beer. “Hold this, little dude,” and dropped onto me without warning, his weight slamming me into the chair and hurting my entire body. He was heavier than Vinnie, all long limbs and solid bulk, his thick thighs swallowing mine. I grunted, the air rushing out of me, and he laughed, settling in like it was nothing. “There we go. How’s that feel?”
“Crushing,” I whispered, trying to make my tight voice seem like strain and not enjoyment. It felt like being crushed by Teddy was a better fate than whatever awaited me with Vinnie once he got bored.
Teddy shifted just enough to make it worse. “Good. Gotta keep you grounded.” He took the fresh joint from Vinnie and lit it, then slung an arm around my shoulders, casual but firm. “Hug me back, little dude, don’t leave me hanging. What, you don’t wanna be my sweater?” It was half a joke, his tone much less authoritative than Vinnie’s, so I wrapped my arms around his waist, my hands brushing his bare belly. His skin was smooth, warm, leaving a faint sheen of sweat under my fingers.
Vinnie watched from the chair he’d taken from Vinnie, his feet propped on the table. “Looks like he’s doing perfect for you, big guy.”
Teddy chuckled, blowing smoke into the night air, his arm tightening around me. “Little dude’s comfortable. Am I comfortable?”
I nodded. “You’re a big Teddy bear.”
“That’s what all the bitches say, little one,” he laughed.
The joint passed between us in another ten minutes, punctuated by Vinnie and Teddy’s soccer and girls talk, then dwindled to a stub, and Vinnie stretched and stood. “Alright, boys, time to kick it up,” he said. We’d kicked it up already, but it didn’t matter. “I’m grabbing the good stuff.”
He disappeared inside, leaving Teddy’s weight pressing me into the chair, his thick thighs a prison I wanted around my head and had to stop myself from touching. I shifted under him, my arms still around his waist, and he smiled at me, clearly drunk and buzzed. “You’re a trooper, little dude,” he said, ruffling my hair with one big hand. “Not even complaining.”
Before I could answer, Vinnie was back, a bottle of whiskey dangling from his hand, three mismatched shot glasses clinking in the other. He plopped back into his chair, poured sloppily, pushed glasses into their hands. “Here we go, no more baby shit, let’s drink like men.” He raised his glass and Teddy clinked his against it, downing the shot in one go. I followed, the burn hitting my throat, and Vinnie laughed as he watched me wince.
Vinnie leaned back, pouring another round, and turned to Teddy. “Alright, big guy, let’s talk real shit. We’ve been sharing interesting stories, but what’s the wildest you’ve gotten with a girl?”
Teddy took the second shot and leaned back against me as he drank it in one go, as if forgetting I wasn’t a chair. “Man, you wanna swap stories now?” he said, but he didn’t dodge. “Alright, uh… there was this one girl last year, after a game. Dark hair, killer legs. We snuck into the locker room, messed around on the benches. Standard stuff, you know, a bit of suck and fuck, but people kept coming in and out and we were buck ass naked, not in a position not to get caught, yeah?” And he bellowed a laugh.
Vinnie poured another shot and pushed it toward Teddy. “Pretty cool man. What’d you do to her?”
Teddy took the shot, his throat bobbing as he drank again, and shrugged, a little looser now, the liquor hitting him. “Fuck man, I had her up against the lockers, legs around me. I’m tall, right? So I kinda… lifted her, held her there. She was loud, I really thought we’d get caught, so I just put my hand over her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up.” He chuckled, shifting on my lap, “bitch squeezed my cock so hard with her pussy every time I did that.”
Vinnie nodded like he was picturing it. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Big guy like you, picking her up like a fucking ragdoll, that’s what you do man, isn’t it?” He poured another shot, sliding it over. “Drink up, Teddy, what else? You’re holding out on us. You’re the big man on campus, the bitches gotta go crazy for you.”
Teddy downed his shot, already drunk and getting drunker. “Alright, alright,” he said, laughing. “Wildest thing… uh, same girl, actually. Took a while, but I talked her into trying anal one night. She was super reluctant, all nervous, but I was chill about it, I kept it slow, made it good for her. She ended up liking it, said it was intense.” He grinned, proud but not cocky, and leaned back against me, his big hand resting on my shoulder like I was just a prop.
Vinnie’s eyes lit up, sharp and hungry, and he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “No shit? Bet she couldn’t say no to all this,” he said, waving a hand at Teddy’s frame, his tone teasing but laced with a quiet awe that kept on slipping out. Teddy was too oblivious, but Vinnie couldn’t hide it from me. “Lil bro’s feeling it too, right? You’re crushing her, uh, him, right now. Flex those thighs, man, let her feel how big you are.”
Teddy snorted. “What, like this?” he said, and tightened his thighs around mine, the muscle hard and thick, squeezing me until I squirmed. “There you go, little dude, feel these big fuckers.” He laughed, easy and drunk, his grip on my shoulder tightening for a second before letting go, like he wanted me to feel all his strength at once.
Vinnie was smiling as he poured another shot and handed it over. “Fuck, man, you’re a beast. She’s lucky she’s got you holding her down,” he said, testing.
Teddy just took the shot, too buzzed to catch the shift. Or to notice he was the only one drinking anymore.
“So, what, big guy,” said Vinnie with nonchalance, “is there still something on your bucket list? Something the bitches haven’t done for you?”
“Uh… shit, I don’t know,” he slurred. “Okay, like... Never told anyone this, but… I’ve always wanted a girl to, uh, go down there. Like, eat it. Rim me, you know? Sounds fucking wild, but no one’s ever been up for it.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Too much to ask, I guess.”
Vinnie’s mad smile stretched wider, predatory now. “Holy shit, Teddy, you’re nasty! I fucking love that. Big guy like you deserves it, you know, I bet you’d crush any bitch that did it for you.” He glanced at me, his eyes saying everything he didn’t: I was the bitch. “Lil bro’s blushing over here, I think she’s picturing it too.”
Teddy looked down at me, his grin sloppy but warm, still not clocking the game. “You good, little dude? Too much for you?” he said, ruffling my hair again, flexing his thighs absently, pinning me tighter.
I nodded, my face hot, wondering if he would ever noticed Vinnie had shifted my pronoun.
Vinnie poured another round, this time including me and him, and I drank again, hoping to make it all go easier “You wanna talk rimming?” Vinnie said. “I’ve been there, had someone do it once. Fucking wild, man, tongue all up in there, no shame. Into it, too, quiet a quiet one so it was a big surprise. Ever think about getting a little fag to do it next time, like, some gay boy who’d jump at the chance? Bet they’re better at it, you know? No hesitation.” Everything he’d said had linked so smoothly that it took Teddy a second to register.
“What, seriously? You’d let some dude go there? That’s nuts, man.” He wasn’t grossed out, but clearly wasn’t into it either, just riding the wave of Vinnie’s energy through the conversation, probably entertained by the absurdity of the admission. He tilted his head, blonde hair falling into his eyes, and smirked. “Wait, you talk a big fucking game, bro, but have you ever, like, even kissed a guy before? Like, ever?”
Vinnie leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. His eyes flicked to me and my stomach tightened. “Nah, not yet,” he said, casual but loaded, “but I did let lil bro here suck me off last weekend, so it could happen easy.” He jerked his chin at me, letting it drop like it was nothing, and kept going again, too fast for reactions. “He was good, too, like, real eager, and he’s a pretty good ass muncher as well, yeah? Haven’t kissed her, uh, him, yet, though. Been thinking about it. Could be, like, a reward.”
Teddy’s laugh finally faltered as he looked down at me, then back at Vinnie. “No shit?” he said, still processing. “Little dude’s got skills, huh? You’re full of surprises, Vin.” He shifted on my lap, keeping me down. “What’s next, you gonna make out with him right here?”
Vinnie’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward again as if threatening to plant one on Teddy, too. “Maybe I will. Bet I’d do it better than you, big guy, let’s see you step up.”
Teddy snorted. “Oh, you’re on, huh? That’s kid shit, man, spin the bottle kinda bullshit. Alright, fuck it, kiss him. Show me how it’s done, then I’ll top it.” He still treated it like a joke. Nothing was ever a fucking joke with Vinnie, but Teddy would only discover that tonight.
Vinnie didn’t hesitate. He slid off his chair, stepping over in one smooth move, and grabbed my face with both hands, his fingers rough against my jaw. “C’mere, lil bro,” he said, and then his mouth crashed into mine. He kissed me right over Teddy. It was messy. His lips pushed hard, his tongue pushing deep, his spit got everywhere. He kissed me like he owned me, one hand sliding to the back of my neck to pull me closer, and I melted into it, my hands reaching above Teddy to grip at Vinnie’s tank top. The heat of him, the sharp tang of his sweat, flooded me, and I opened wider, letting him take it all. Like he was a real boyfriend.
He pulled back just enough to hover, his breath hot against my lips, and then he spat, a thick wad landing in my still open mouth. I swallowed it immediately, like a reflex. I could not stop it. Vinnie was triumphant. He wiped his mouth with his thumb. “Good girl,” he muttered.
“Damn, Vin, you don’t fuck around,” Teddy said, laughing, still perched on my lap, his weight pinning me down. “That was intense. You made the little dude fall in love, bro.”
Vinnie stepped back, crossing his arms. “Your turn, big guy,” he said, daring. “Let’s see you do better.”
Teddy looked down and smiled, real nice, like a normal guy would before kissing someone. “Shit, alright,” he said. His voice was rough, like all the smoke and booze started finally hitting him. “You ready for it, little dude?” His arm around my shoulder moved me close as brought his face to me. His thighs flexed around mine as he leaned in closer, his breath warm with beer and liquor. His lips hit mine softer than Vinnie’s. Tentative at first, almost curious, but it didn’t stay that way. His tongue pushed in, clumsy but firm, and I opened up, letting him take over. It was messy, unpracticed, his size overwhelming even in the kiss, his tongue no match for mine.
He pulled back just enough to smirk, his breath hot on my face, and then he spat as well, less forcefully than Vinnie but still making it land in my mouth. I swallowed it with gratefulness, and a quiet groan slipped out, my body lighting up. Teddy laughed and clapped a hand against Vinnie’s, their high-five echoing in the night air. “Fuck, man, that was wild,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his blue eyes glinting. “Little dude’s into it, look at him.”
Vinnie’s grin stretched wide, predatory and pleased, his dark eyes flicking between us. “Told you she’s good for it. Let’s keep it going, bro, it’s my turn again.” He stepped up, grabbed my jaw with one hand, his fingers digging in just enough to sting, and kissed me again. It was even rawer this time, his tongue somehow deeper, possessive, and when he spat, it was thicker, rougher, coating my throat as I swallowed eagerly. He pulled back, smirking, and nodded at Teddy. “Go on, big guy, your round.”
Teddy shrugged, still chuckling, and leaned in again, his thighs continually flexing around mine as he kissed me. The conversation started rolling, their voices roughening with each cycle, the liquor and weed loosening them up. “Bet you’d crush a chick with that big body, bro,” Vinnie said, watching Teddy pull back and spit again, my head spinning as I took it. “Pin her down, make her scream, big guy shit.”
It went on like that, a rhythm building: Vinnie, then Teddy, kissing me, spitting, their talk spiraling. “I swear lil bro like it more when it’s your spit, bro,” Vinnie growled, his hand gripping my neck as he spat again, my throat working to keep up.
Teddy laughed, slurring now, “Shit, maybe I need to give him what he needs, then,” and his next kiss was sloppier, his spit dripping down my chin before I caught it. My head was a mess. I was going insane with every kiss, every wad of spit.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. As Teddy leaned in for another turn, I broke, my voice shaky, desperate. “Teddy, please, can I… can I touch your thighs? While we kiss?” It came out as needy as I felt, and I froze, afraid I’d ruined it all for myself and, worse, for Vinnie.
Teddy just laughed again, too fucked to care. “Fuck, little dude, you’re really into this,” he said. “Yeah, go for it, feel the gains.” He shifted, spreading his legs wider on my lap, his sweatpants stretched tight over his thighs, and I reached out, my hands trembling as they landed on him. His muscles were hard, warm under the fabric, massive under my palms, and when he kissed me and spit into my mouth again, I groaned like an animal finally getting fed, my fingers digging in to his flesh.
Vinnie watched with a smile and as Teddy pulled back, panting and laughing, Vinnie leaned in close. “Good girl,” he said again, louder than before. His hand slid over mine on Teddy’s thigh, then, slowly, he guided my fingers up, drifting them to his crotch. My hand brushed his bulge. Soft, still, but huge, heavy under his sweatpants, a quiet promise of what he carried. Vinnie pressed my palm against it, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to feel it, while Teddy rambled on, oblivious, about where the weed was.
Vinnie’s hand slipped off mine, his fingers brushing my wrist one last time as he left me there. My palm lingered on Teddy’s bulge as I waited for him to protest, and finally, never had to move. My other hand stayed on his thigh, kneading the hard muscle, but my eyes drifted to the outline of his bulge, still relaxed, unbothered, as I started softly caressing. Working for it. My hands moved on their own, on his thigh and his bulge, tentative at first, then firmer, massaging him through the fabric. It was big, even soft, thicker and longer than Vinnie’s, the weight of it clear under my fingers, and I worked at it tracing the shape as he talked, my breath shallow, my pulse hammering. Teddy didn’t stop me, didn’t even pause, just kept rambling, his hips shifting slightly into my touch like it was nothing.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I was going mad, with what Vinie was doing to me and making me do, with Teddy’s obliviousness and body. My voice cracked, needy and low, as I muttered, “You’re still not hard.” It came out disappointed, almost pouty, and I almost cried as I let out, despite myself, “I keep stroking it and you’re not getting hard…”
Teddy blinked down at me, then burst out laughing, loud and rough, his hand clapping my shoulder. “Shit, little dude, you’re really trying, huh?” he said, somewhat hesitant.
I was so afraid I was fucking it up for Vinnie. So hungry for Teddy. I wanted it, wanted it so bad I would have taken his fury. But I knew why he wasn’t hard. “It’s okay, I know I’m a boy, I know I’m…, I’m disgusting and useless.”
Vinnie’s breath caught in his throat. He looked at me for a second the way he did before he pushed me to the floor, the other night. Like he was filing that away for a later time, when he’d make me repeat it.
Teddy was a nice guy, even through all this. “Ah, you’re not useless, little dude, and I’ve been kissing you! That’s not something I do to people I find disgusting. Just takes more than that to get me going, little one. Liquor’s got me mellow, I need some real action to wake it up.” He glanced at Vinnie, still chuckling. “I’m flattered you wanna feel it, though. Vinnie not giving you enough?”
I swallowed hard, my hands pressing harder into Teddy’s bulge, feeling it shift under my grip, and the words tumbled out, again, my despair something I knew Vinnie enjoyed as much as a possible humiliation. “Teddy, please, let me… let me give you a rimjob,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I wanna do it so bad, right here, right now, if you want. I’d get on my knees for you, pull your sweats down, spread you open…” My fingers dug in, massaging faster, firmer, as I painted it out loud. “I’d start slow, licking around you, teasing, tasting your skin, I know you’re sweaty, and I want all that, all of you. And I’d go deep, I promise, I won’t be a little bitch that backs down.”
Teddy was looking at me seriously, now, but he didn’t stop me trying to stroke him to hardness.
“I want your big legs wrapped around me, I swear, I wanna feel those huge thighs squeezing my head, holding me there while I bury my face in you. I’d lick every inch, Teddy, find out how you taste, I’ll enjoy it whatever it is, I promise.” I was crying, now, the first tears falling out of my eyes. “I’d keep going until you’re moaning, util you can’t take it, until you’re shaking. I swear I can do it. Just let me prove myself.” My hands pressed down, rubbing him with purpose, feeling every curve of him, my own body trembling with how much I wanted it.
He shifted on my lap, and then I felt his bulge stirring, thickening under my fingers, finally waking up. It grew heavy, firm, pushing back against my touch, and Teddy let out a low, surprised grunt, his eyes widening slightly as he looked down at me. “Fuck, little dude,” he muttered, voice rougher now, his erection undeniable, straining against his sweatpants. “You’re, like, begging for it, but…”
“He’s a real good beggar, Bro,” Vinnie interrupted just in time. He was watching it all, his eyes fixed on Teddy’s rising cock. “C’mon, lil bro, don’t stop now, tell him more.”
My fingers kept working, tracing the length and tugging at it, praising it with every move. It was huge, bigger than I’d imagined, a solid heat. I leaned into Teddy, trying to soak in more of his smell, my voice shaky but eager. “I… I could take you to Vinnie’s bed right now,” I said, my hands pressing harder, feeling him twitch, “pull you down, spread you out on the sheets, get between your legs…, get into that big fucking ass, smother my face with it… I promise I’d let you grab my hair and push me in. Or, like, on the couch, Teddy, you on all fours, ass up, me behind you, burying my face in there, just, I’d do it… however you want it.”
“Fuck yeah, keep going,” Vinnie urged. “Tell him what you’d do to get it, how far you’d go for that big guy.” His eyes still hadn’t left Teddy’s crotch, the hard cock a clear outline through the fabric.
Teddy’s erection was perfect, to me. He was full hard now, a thick beast under my grip. “I’d give you anything, Teddy,” I said, voice cracking, desperate. “I would do whatever you say, help you however you want… take whatever you dish out, like, you can beat me up if you want, like, pin me down again, rough me up, I don’t care,” my tears just kept coming, “just let me taste you. I’d worship you, I’ve wanted to since I met you, man…, Teddy, you’re so big, and that cock, that huge fuckin’ cock and all of you… I wanna lick you clean, make you feel so good you can’t think straight…, I wanna… I wanna fuck your asshole with my tongue. Please.”
Vinnie clapped his hands. “That’s my girl,” he said, and Teddy didn’t clock it any further than congratulations. “She’s a fuckin’ pro, Teddy, my man. She sucked me off so good last weekend, that mouth’s a fucking weapon, I can promise you that. I bet she’d eat your ass like a champ, Teddy, she’d make it sloppy, nasty, the works. Look at that dick, man, fat fucking piece of meat, huh? She’s losing it over that fat cock, she’d do anything for you to get it.”
I nodded, frantic. “It’s so big, Teddy, perfect, fucking perfect, I’d do anything for it, for you.” My hands worked faster, as if there wasn’t any fabric between them and his body.
“Shit, little dude, I don’t know, man…,” Teddy whispered, suddenly reflective. “I never thought about it for real.”
“C’mon, big guy,” Vinnie cut in, leaning closer. “She’s begging for it, look at her, fuckin’=g dying to please you. That cock’s ready, she made it ready for you and you let her because she’s so into you. Come on, let her show you what she’s got. What’s the hold-up?”
Teddy exhaled slowly, still teetering. “Fuck, I… maybe,” he said, voice low, reluctant but cracking. “I mean, shit, it’s tempting, but, damn.”
“Little bro sucked my cock and ate my ass like a champ, man, and nothing’s changed for me, you know?” bragged Vinnie. “Still crushed it all week, you saw that. He loves doing shit for me, he’s gonna love giving you a rimjob, I promise. Tell her what you want, bro, it’s okay;”
The feminine pronoun had made its effect, this time, as he turned a hungry look towards me. “Always kinda fantasized about… sitting on someone’s face, you know? Crushing them under me, full weight, just… letting go, like I’m doing on your lap, little dude. But I’m like, so big, and you’re so fucking puny, I don’t wanna kill you.”
“Alright, big guy,” Vinnie said with decision in his voice. “Let’s test her out, see what that mouth can really do. See if she can take you. Let her suck on your tongue, Teddy. Let her give you a little preview, huh?” He grinned, kicking his foot into Teddy’s calf.
Teddy hesitated, but his grin crept back. “Fuck it, why not? That’s just lazy kissing,” he laughed before shifting on my lap to turn his head towards mine. “C’mere, little dude, let’s see what you’ve got.” He leaned in, his big hand cupping the back of my neck, pulling me to him. His lips parted, and his tongue slid out. I didn’t wait. I closed the gap, wrapping my lips around it, sucking like I would have done his cock, licking wildly and moaning my thanks. My hands stayed on his bulge, massaging that gorgeous, hard length, feeling it twitch under my fingers.
Teddy groaned with surprise as I worked my tongue against his, pulling it deeper into my mouth. After a minute, he pulled back, his eyes half-lidded, pushed fingers into my mouth to open it and spat.
I swallowed. My voice shook as I murmured, “Thank you so much, Teddy.” He smirked, amused, and did it again: another wet spit, bigger this time, dripping down my throat. “Thank you,” I said, again
He kept going, spitting over and over, a messy, rough rhythm. Five, six times, each one heavier, seven, eight, testing me. I took it all, swallowing willingly, thanking him every time, both my hands now working at his cock.
“Fuck, little dude,” he finally said, breathlessly. “You’re something else.”
“Told you she’s good, man,” shrugged Vinnie like he was doing all the work. “That mouth’s a fuckin’ gift. I could show you, bro, if you still need convincing. Just look at the way the bitch sucks on my dick, and judge how good she is, big guy, see if she’s up to your standards.”
Teddy shifted again, unable to keep still. His sweatpants were darkening at the tip of his cock. He was panting, his whole body contracting and relaxing in rhythm against mine. “Shit, Vin, you’re crazy, but… fuck, yeah, I wanna see that.” Teddy’s hand came to my neck, caressed it softly. “You up for it, little dude? You wanna do this for him? For me?”
“Yeah, Teddy. I wanna give you both pleasure. I wanna make you come, more than anything. Let me show you all the pleasure I give Vinnie already.” I seized his cock and stopped moving, used a finger to press against the tip. “Let me prove I’m worthy of eating your ass, please, Teddy. I love how you crush me, how you’re just sitting on me, like this, all your weight… it’s so good, Teddy. It makes me feel small, trapped, and I like how it hurts, and… I wanna feel it on my face.”
“Fuck, look at her,” Vinnie said. “She’s loving it, Teddy, she’s crying for you and shit. Make her cry more, man. Break her a little, I bet she’ll thank you for it.”
Teddy hesitated, his hand still on my neck, then let go, nodding. “Alright, shit,” he slurred, and his hands dropped to my chest. Through my shirt, he found my nipples and pinched them hard between his thick fingers, twisting just enough to sting. I gasped, the pain spiking hot and bright, and he did it again, harder, rolling them until tears welled up again, spilling over.
“Please, Teddy, fuck, please,” I begged, unable to say if I wanted to ask him to stop or keep going. Both at once, somehow.
He stopped, breathing heavy, and pushed in for a rough kiss, lips crashing, tongue shoving without method. He spat into my mouth immediately after, no longer smiling, not angry either, just into it, and I swallowed, choking out a “Thank you” through tears. Then he pulled back, spitting again, this time on my face, landing on my cheek. Another wad hit my lips, dripping down, another my forehead, and I took it all, whispering thanks.
Finally, Teddy slid off my lap, standing up tall, his sweatpants tented obscenely, wet spot dark and spreading. “Fuck, little dude,” he said. He glanced at Vinnie, then back at me, voice low and ragged. “Suck Vinnie now, show me what you’ve got. I wanna see it.”
Vinnie smiled and leaned back in his chair, ready. I slid off the chair, still shaky from Teddy’s weight and the sobs shaking my chest. Vinnie sat there, legs spread wide, his tank top riding up, that coarse black hair trailing down his stomach like a tease. My hands trembled as I reached for his sweatpants, hooking my fingers into the waistband. I tugged slowly, savoring the fabric sliding down his skinny-strong thighs, releasing a sharp whiff of him: sweat, musk, a raw tang that I’d missed since being trapped under his comforter. His boxers came next, dark and snug, the front wet with precum, peeling off to reveal more of that thick, wiry hair, curling around his base. The smell deepened, earthy and unwashed, a dirty thrill that made my mouth water as I pulled the boxers all the way down, letting them pool at his ankles.
Vinnie kicked is all aside and spread in all his glory, smirking down at me. “Go on, girl,” he said, possessive.
I didn’t hesitate. My lips closed around him as my fingers drew his foreskin back to allow me to taste the salt and heat of his tip. He was already hard but thickened anyway in my mouth, growing heavy on my tongue as I worked him, sucking deep, my hands gripping his hairy thighs. His left hand moved to the back of my head, fingers wrapping tight in my hair, and he started pushing down and choking me, just enough to make my head spin. It was a perfect, dizzying pressure that had me moaning around him.
“Teddy, come here,” Vinnie grunted, his right hand waving lazily. “Stand close, right here, big guy.” Teddy shuffled over. He stood on Vinnie’s right, close enough I could smell him too. Vinnie’s right hand reached out, wrapping around Teddy’s erection through the fabric. He stroked slowly but with firm hand, his fingers dwarfed by the size of it.
Teddy groaned, hips twitching into the touch, and Vinnie smiled with satisfaction, his left hand tightening in my hair and forcing me to suck harder.
“Fuck, listen to this,” Vinnie said as he pumped Teddy’s bulge and choked me in rhythm. “Been thinking about you, Teddy, big guy like you, you could help the little bro have fun, like I do, come out of his shell, a little, get confident… You’re having fun, right?”
“Fuck… yeah, Vinnie…” Teddy’s eyes were drawn down, fixed on me as I sucked and tried to look at the both of them, each in turn like they were a tennis match.
“I have this idea, Teddy, of what you could do after, because you’re gonna take the bitch right after, aren’t you? You can see she’s good, yeah?”
“Yeah, man… very good…”
“And I’m good, right, with my hand?” Teddy moaned with dissatisfaction but didn’t move away or stop Vinnie, so Vinnie took it for a yes. “Exactly, and I have this idea, man, like, you should finish right now, blast all over yourself, right in those sweats. Thick fuckin’ load, soaking you, dripping down. Then lil bro here, she’d strip you down, peel it all off, yeah? every stitch, and she’d clean you up with that tongue.” Vinnie pointed down at my sucking mouth. “That fucking tongue right there, bro. Licking every drop, sucking you spotless, chest, stomach, thighs, that gorgeous cock, until you’re buck naked, shining, ready for her to bury her face in your ass and eat you out proper.”
His words hit me like a punch, and him too as I felt him swell in my mouth, the coarse hair at his base brushing my lips as I took him deeper, until burying my nose in his pubes.
Teddy’s breathing went ragged. His cock pulsed under Vinnie’s grip, and I could tell a nut was building. The both of them were teetering on the edge. Vinnie’s hand squeezed my head harder still, cutting off more air on every deepthroat, and he pushed himself so hard, so long that he came, his hips jerking as he came. Hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth, bitter and sharp. I swallowed without hesitation, choking on it, my tongue chasing every bit as he shuddered, his left hand loosening but still holding me there.
Teddy buckled a second later, Vinnie’s hand was relentless, stroking him through the sweatpants until and through ejaculation. “Fuck, shit,” Teddy gasped. His big frame tensed, and then he was spilling, a wet, heavy rush soaking the fabric, darkening it further, seeping through Vinnie’s fingers. His knees shook, his hand gripping Vinnie’s shoulder for balance, and Vinnie laughed, triumphant, milking him until he was spent.
The garden went quiet, just their heavy breathing to bother the neighborhood. Vinnie pulled his hand back, slick with cum, and wiped it on my cheek with a smile. Teddy stood there, panting, his sweatpants ruined, and I knelt between them, lips swollen, throat raw, buzzing with the taste of Vinnie and the sight of Teddy’s release, waiting for what came next.
Vinnie stood up and grabbed me by the hair to pull me with him. “Alright, boys, enough played. Inside, now,” he whispered as he jerked his head toward the door, already moving. Teddy stumbled after him, still dazed, his sweatpants a soaked mess, and I followed on unsteady legs.
As soon as we were back in his studio, Vinnie flopped onto the armchair in the corner, legs spread wide, and pointed at Teddy while looking at me. “Strip him, lil bro,” he ordered, daring me to hesitate. “Clean him up like I said, tongue only. Every fucking inch until you got him spotless. Go on, girl.”
Teddy raised a brow, shifting on his feet. “Whoa, hold up, man, this is getting wild,” he said, half-laughing, his voice slurring but uncertain. “Plus you kinda pushed it with the sweatpants, out there,” but I didn’t wait for him to finish.
Vinnie’s word was law, and I stepped close, hands trembling as I pushed myself against his bare chest, my tongue darting out to lick the sweat glistening on his smooth skin. He tensed, a sharp breath hissing out, but didn’t pull away. I dragged my tongue up his torso, pushing my face towards his pit, one by one. I lingered under there, the hair sparse but damp, the smell sharp, raw, pushing me along my way as I lapped at it, cleaning every drop.
“Fuck, little dude,” Teddy muttered, bewildered, his hands hovering like he didn’t know what to do and didn’t dare touch me.
Vinnie chuckled, more mocking than amused, now. “That’s it, get in there, girl. Show him how good you are. Beg for his asshole with your tongue, girl.”
Next came the sweatpants. I knelt, tugging them down his thick legs, the fabric sticking where his cum had soaked through, dripping in streaks down his thighs. I licked there too, starting low, my tongue tracing the muscle, catching the bitter, cooling sperm mixed with his sweat. It was messy, sloppy. My lips and face were smeared with it as I worked up his calves, his quads, but every inch glistening clean by the time I was done.
Teddy’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “Shit, you’re… you’re really doing this,” he said, as if the scene was being displayed to him on a delay.
Vinnie kept directing it. “Keep going, lil bro, socks next. Those big fucking feet need love too.”
I peeled off his slides, then his socks. I pushed him backwards to sit on the edge of Vinnie’s bed, and pressed my tongue to his sole, licking slow, tasting the other after, chasing the sweat between his toes, sucking them. Teddy’s toes flexed against my mouth. “Fucking hell,” the feeling clearly no match for his doubts.
Finally, the boxers. I tugged them down, and he even helped me by raising his ass, showing me I was doing what he wanted, that I was being useful for once. His cock fell free, only half-hard but so heavy it drooped down. It was smeared with cum, and my mission hadn’t finished. I started at the base, licking up the shaft, cleaning every drop, burning the taste in my head as memory until his cock shone, until I felt proud enough of my work to move to his balls, lapping up the mess ‘til he was bare and gleaming. Teddy’s hand found my hair, caressing with hesitation. “Goddamn, little dude,” he whispered, “you’re fucking insane.”
Vinnie approved from his watching post. “That’s my girl, Teddy, she’s perfect, huh? Look at her go. Always looking out for me, making me feel better, and now looking out for you too. Now lay back, bro, just raise those big legs and let her finish the job, bro.”
Teddy hesitated, then obeyed, in a way as meekly as I would have. He dropped onto his back on the bed, sprawling across the mattress, and hooked his hands under his knees, pulling his legs up, thick thighs parting to expose his ass, the last spot of his body I had yet to lick. Worship.
I knelt between Teddy’s raised legs. I couldn’t do anything else. If he had asked it of me in any other scenario, better or worse, boyfriend or rapist, I’d have done the same. My hands slid up his calves, steadying myself, and I leaned, my breath catching as I pressed my lips to him. I was soft at first, testing, tasting the faint salt of his skin, waiting for a negative reaction, a hand to push me back. Nothing but moans. I dragged my tongue along the rim, tentative, circling slow, and Teddy sucked in a breath, his big frame tensing under me as my tongue went in a spiral, ever closer to the center of his clenched hole.
“Fuck, little dude,” he pushed out, disarmed, his hands gripping the sheets. “That’s… shit, that’s way better than I thought.” His tone was shaky, almost vulnerable, caught off guard by the wet heat of my tongue teasing him open. I licked deeper, pressing past the tight ring, tasting more of him, and his legs started trembling. “Deeper, please,” his voice came through the haze, “shove it in deeper,” he begged, his usual easygoing vibe cracking under the sensation.
I obeyed, pushing my tongue in as far as it’d go, swirling, lapping at him with everything I had. I hoped he noted I was kissing his ass like I kissed his mouth, that it was the same kind of kiss and the same kind of love. His taste flooded me and I moaned into him, my hands gripping his thighs harder.
After a few minutes, surprise turned to comfort and his big hands found my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Like that, right there,” he grunted, guiding me now, tilting my face to hit the spots he wanted, using me for his pleasure. His asshole clenched around my tongue, slick and hot, and he rocked his hips slightly, fucking himself on it, directing me deeper.
Vinnie’s voice cut through. “Look at her go, Teddy, fucking owns it, huh? Let her have it, big guy, take what you want.”
Teddy’s grip tightened, his breathing ragged, and he looked down at me, eyes dark with want but soft at the edges. “Shit, little dude… I really wanna sit on your face, like you said,” he whispered, asking even as he commanded. “That cool? Full weight, like I dreamed?”
I pulled back just enough to nod. “Yeah, Teddy, please, give me all of it. Crush me with it, I… I want it.” I moved quickly, lying back on the bed, head propped on the pillow, and he didn’t hesitate. He moved up, swung a leg over, straddled my chest first, then slid up, his massive frame looming as he lowered himself.
His ass settled heavy on my face, the full weight of him crushing me into the mattress. My nose pressed against his crack, my mouth finding him again, and I licked up, straining to reach deeper, the pressure dizzying, perfect.
“So fucking good, little dude, you’re doing so fucking good, chasing after my asshole like that,” Teddy said, his voice dominant now, his hips shifting to grind his ass against my face. “Taking it like a champ, keep that tongue in there, let me ride that fucking tongue.” He rocked into it, needy, both his hands coming down to find my hair again.
His thighs clamped around my head, thick and hard, pinning me in place, and I felt every ounce of him. His sweat-slick skin, the faint rasp of his hair against my face, the heat radiating off him and making us both sweat. My tongue pushed in, desperate, tasting him fully now and I groaned into him, the sound muffled under his bulk. Then the bed dipped, and I felt Vinnie, his wiry frame settling on my waist. His hands moved, brushing past me, and I heard Teddy grunt, low and surprised, as Vinnie’s fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slow.
“Vin—what the hell, man? Shit, you’re full of surprises.”
Vinnie laughed, his hands working Teddy’s erection and I felt the shift, the tension in Teddy’s body. “Just helping out, big guy,” Vinnie said with his usual casual tone. “She’s got your ass, I’ve got your dick, it’s a team effort, right?” Teddy groaned again, his thighs flexing, crushing me tighter, and I licked deeper, lost in the sensations. The weight, the taste, the sound of them above me, drove me to work harder and harder.
“Been thinking about this, Teddy,” Vinnie said, almost lazily, as his fingers slid along Teddy’s shaft. “Lil bro here, she’s perfect, you know? Like a substitute girlfriend for me. When I’m single, can’t find a chick, just wanna put my cock in something or cuddle up with something that loves me, she’s there, ready. Too shy, too closeted to go out and mingle, so she needs it too, right? Scared little faggot needs herself a stand-in boyfriend until she sorts herself out.” His left hand tightened on Teddy’s cock for emphasis.
Teddy groaned, his hips twitching, my tongue still buried in him, but he managed a shaky laugh. “Fuck, Vin, what’re you on about?”
“Well, what about when I find a chick? When I’m out and busy? She needs a back-up stand-in, yeah?”
“I’m straight, man, fuck,” as I pushed my tongue further in, trying to make him regret those words, “this is just… just a stoned experiment, you know? Messing around.”
I could hear the reptilian smile in Vinnie’s voice. “Yeah? Two guys are about to make you bust, big guy,” he shot back. “Me on your dick, her eating your ass like a pro… straight or not, you’re into it. I’m saying, take advantage, Teddy. She’s mine, sure, but I wanna share her with you. Been thinking about it a lot, you know? There aren’t many other guys I think are worthy of, you know, fucking my girl, just, like, taking her… cucking me.”
Teddy’s hands tightened in my hair, and he paused, bewildered. “Cucking you? Shit, Vin, that’s… that’s wild… I don’t get that, why’d you want that? I don’t, like, don’t wanna do that to you.”
Vinnie laughed, unbothered, his hands never slowing on Teddy’s erection, slick now with precum. “It ain’t about doing shit to me, bro, it’s not a shame thing. I’m strong, I got a big fucking cock, no worries there. But seeing her get brutalized by a bigger guy,” and I felt Vinnie shiver, “you, Teddy, all that size? Fuck, that’s hot. I want it, I want you to wreck her, pound her til she’s screaming while I watch. You’re bigger than me, dude, just… taller, broader, that dick’s a monster. Makes it better. Makes it so much fucking better.”
“Fuck, Vin, I… I don’t know,” he said, still pushing back, both Vinnie’s words and against my tongue. “This is, shit, it’s too much. I’m not into guys, not like that.” But his hips rocked harder, using my face, his dominance surging even as he argued, his body betraying him.
Vinnie kept coaxing him. “C’mon, big guy, she’s got you going, right? Not just the ass stuff, I mean, look at her. All submissive, taking it, begging for it. That’s what’s fucking you up, huh? Admit it.” His hands sped up, stroking Teddy with purpose, and I felt Teddy’s whole body tense.
Teddy’s grip on my head tightened, his fingers digging in, and he exhaled hard, his resistance cracking. “Fuck, yeah, alright,” he admitted, reluctant but honest. “It’s… it’s not just that her tongue’s insane, yeah, but it’s how she’s so… fucking submissive. Giving it all up, letting me do whatever. That’s what’s getting me, fuck you, shit, it’s hot.” His hips bucked, grinding his ass harder against my face, and I moaned into him, trying to respond to his admission with my devotion.
“Picture it, Teddy,” Vinnie said. “Bedtime rolls around, and you kick me outta my own fucking bed. Take it for yourself, sprawl out with lil bro here, all yours. Shove me to the couch, make me listen while you use her… fuck her raw, make her scream, whatever you want. Big guy like you, taking what’s mine, giving it back to me gaped out and wet… shit, that’s the dream.”
Teddy groaned, his thighs trembling around my head. “Fuck, Vin, you’re twisted,” he whined. His hands were almost ripping my hair pushing my head up into his ass.
“Yeah, but you’re into it,” Vinnie shot back. “You could wrestle me for it, pin me down, take the bed easy. We both know you’d win, big guy, you’re just stronger. I’d be out there, hearing you rail her, jerking off to it.” He chuckled, then leaned closer, his voice dropping. “C’mon, Teddy… lift off her face, bend back and shove that monster cock in her throat, use it like your own personal fucking fleshlight. She’s just a hole for you. Go hard and fucking finish yourself.”
The words hit Teddy like a spark and something activated in him. He shoved Vinnie’s hands off his cock with a rough push. “Fuck it,” he growled like an animal. He lifted off my face, his weight peeling away, leaving my lips wet and swollen, my lungs gasping for air. Before I could catch my breath, he was on all fours, tilting my head back, dripping cock hovering above my lips. “Open up, little dude,” he ordered, commanding, hesitation all gone.
I did, my jaw stretching wide, and he slotted himself in, going deep in one thrust, the head hitting the back of my throat and making me choke spit out. His hands grabbed my head, fingers digging into my scalp to keep me in place, and he started fucking my throat, using me like Vinnie said: pure object, no mercy.
I loved being his fleshlight. The tip of his heavy cock poked into my throat, now always going down straight, and it drew coughs and more spit out of me, but he didn’t let up and simply wouldn’t.
Vinnie slid off my waist, kneeling beside the bed. “Fuck yes, Teddy, look at you go, big guy,” he praised, high on awe. “Wrecking her throat like that… shit, she’s takin’ it so good. My girl’s a champ, huh? Use her harder, big bro, make her feel it.”
Teddy’s groans filled the room, deep and guttural, turning to half contained screams. His cock grew thicker in my throat, stretching me raw. “Goddamn, little dude, fucking tight, you’re so good at taking it all, just keep going, little, fuck, little slut...” His hips slammed harder, the wet, messy sound of it echoing, and I gagged again, my hands gripping his thighs, feeling the muscle flex. His voice turned rough. “Fuck, yeah, let that throat stretch for me, don’t fucking fight back, little fag, just make yourself into a fucking… fucking fleshlight,” he panted, owning me with every thrust.
But then it cracked, a whine slipping through as he looked over at Vinnie, panting. “Shit, Vin, I’m gonna come soon, fuck, it’s too good.”
“Go deep, Teddy, bury it in her throat, as far as you can,” he urged, egging him on. “Stay there until she chokes around you, I swear it’ll make you blow right down her. Make her feel it, big guy, give it all.”
Teddy obeyed, shoving in hard, the head of his cock lodging deep enough to cut off air. I gagged, my throat convulsing around him, tears streaming as my hands clawed at his legs, the pressure brutal, overwhelming. He held there, hips locked, his breath hitching, and then he let himself go and I felt load after load of cum fill me up backwards, from throat to mouth until I was spilling around him, coughing and fighting back. I swallowed as much as I could, choking on it, the taste bitter and sharp, coating me inside and out as my body fought for air. His cum kept coming, heavy and relentless, and I took it all, gulping desperately, my head spinning until he finally shuddered, spent, an collapsed onto the bed beside me, chest heaving as he caught his breath.
His hand found my head, petting my hair, gentle but firm. “Holy shit, little dude, you’re fuckin’ incredible,” he said, still panting, his fingers stroking through my mess of hair. “Took it like a champ, made me feel so goddamn good… best mouth I’ve ever had, swear it, and that rimjob... that was the best fucking thing.”
I lay there, wrecked, basking in it.
Vinnie stood up from the bed’s edge. “Fucking perfect, both of you,” he said with warmth in his voice. “Big bro, you owned the fag. Lil bro, you’re a goddamn star.” He then grabbed me. “I gotta piss now. C’mon, girl, you’re with me.” He tugged me up, my legs shaky as I stumbled after him toward the bathroom, Teddy still sprawled out, watching us go with a befuddled look.
In the bathroom, and Vinnie shoved his sweatpants down, his cock hanging heavy above the toilet. “Hold it,” he ordered in a whisper, and I wrapped my trembling fingers around him, aiming as he let go, a steady stream hitting the toilet. The smell was sharp, acrid, mixing with his musk, and I stood there, obedient, my head still reeling from Teddy. He glanced at me, his dark eyes narrowing, and his tone shifted, softer but loaded. “Been thinking, lil bro, I’m not gonna he enough as a boyfriend, like I said I’d be the other night. I mean, your blowjob was the best, and you were amazing tonight, I’m not firing you. It’s just, like I said, sometimes I’m busy. Teddy, he’d be your other boyfriend, you know?”
I blinked, caught off guard, my hand still on him as he finished. I shook off the last drops. He didn’t pull away, left his cock in my hand and just kept talking. “Teddy’s a good boy, he’s sweet, gentle, even when he’s rough. Me? I love the bitches, you know, I’m never gonna stop chasing that pussy like I always did. So, with me, you gotta be careful, because I’m not always gonna be there. But Teddy’s an adorable big oaf. Once you’ve been up his asshole with that messy tongue of yours, he’ll have so many feelings he won’t be able to discard you.” Vinnie came closer, his body against mine, and grabbed me by the cheeks. “So, I want you to fall in love with him, yeah? Love Teddy the way you can’t with me?” And he kissed me, mouth wide open, his tongue clearly chasing Teddy in me.
Vinnie tugged his sweatpants back up, smirking at me as he flicked off the bathroom light, his hand lingering on my wrist as he led me back to the bedroom. The air in there was still thick with heat and musk, alcohol and smoke.
Teddy had stayed on the bed, his big body taking up half the mattress, naked as we’d left him. His cock, though softened, was still threatening. “Alright, bedtime,” he called out, his voice firm as he locked eyes with Vinnie. “I’m sleeping in the bed with him tonight, Vin. You’re out.”
Vinnie couldn’t have been happier, raising his hands like he was surrendering. “Yeah, big guy, take it, fucking have at her,” he said, clearly proud. “Last time we don’t wrestle for it, though. Next round, I’m pinning you down for the privilege.” He grabbed a pillow off the bed and tossed it toward the couch, sauntering out with a rough laugh, leaving me and Teddy alone.
Teddy’s demeanor softened the second Vinnie was gone, his big arms opening as he pulled me into the bed beside him. “Come here, little dude,” he whispered, as if he didn’t want Vinnie to hear. He wrapped me up, cuddling close, his broad chest pressing against my back, his breath hot on my neck. “Fuck, you’re really something else,” he said in my ear. “That mouth, that tongue… best I’ve ever had, swear it. You blew my mind out there. I can still feel that rimjob through my ass.” His hand rested on my hip. He shifted closer, his voice dropping lower than a whisper. “I know Vinnie’s a bully, you know? Pushing you around, hurting you, he’s got that mean streak. If he ever goes too far, I’ve got you, alright? I’ll defend you, little dude, always. Just say so.”
I lay there, amazed at how Vinnie had spun this web, manipulating Teddy right into his role, the good guy to his mean streak, and me caught in the middle.
Teddy adjusted behind me, spooning tight, and I felt it. His large cock, half-hard, pressing heavy against my ass crack through my boxers. The weight of it, the heat, sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t hold back. “Teddy,” I whispered, “please, will you give me more of your come? Don’t let it be just this once, please. I want it so bad.”
Teddy kissed my ear. “I’ll give you twice what Vinnie does, babe, I’ll fucking drown you in it if you need. And I’ll make him watch, sit there on that couch, watching me fill you up until he can’t take it and begs me to stop.” His cock twitched against me, like he was firming up at the thought, and he pressed it harder into my crack, sealing the promise with his body.
