Continued from the last chapter...
The next day, the sun was already high in the sky when Malik nudged me awake. “Adam,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, still thick with sleep. “Come to the gym with me today.”
I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. “Ugh, no. I’m still tired from last night. And the trip. And… everything...” My body felt like it had been put through a wringer. The thought of lifting weights or running on a treadmill sounded about as appealing as chewing glass.
Malik chuckled, his hand resting on my shoulder, warm and heavy. “What if I told you Rex is coming too?”
My head snapped up so fast that I almost gave myself whiplash. “Rex? He’s coming?” The idea of seeing that man again after a long time sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
Malik smirked, clearly pleased with himself for breaking through my resistance. “Oh, now you’re interested? Funny how that works.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re such a slut for him.”
I shoved him playfully, but my face was burning. “Shut up. I just… missed him, okay?”
“Sure you did,” Malik teased, ruffling my hair. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
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The gym was one of those high-end places with shiny equipment and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, making it impossible not to admire yourself—or anyone else—working out. I wasn’t a huge gym rat, but Malik had taught me enough over the past few months to hold my own. Still, it was hard to focus on my form when Rex walked in, looking like every wet dream I’d ever had rolled into one.
He was wearing a tight tank top that clung to his muscular frame, showing off every ridge and curve. His shorts were equally unforgiving, leaving little to the imagination. When he saw me, his face lit up, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “Adam! Damn, I missed you, dude.”
“Me too,” I mumbled into his chest, inhaling deeply. He smelled faintly of cologne and something uniquely him, a scent that made my head spin.
We started with some light cardio, my eyes constantly darting to Malik and Rex as they worked out side by side. Watching them sweat, their muscles flexing with each movement, was almost too much to handle. Rex caught me staring once and winked, his teeth flashing white against his dark skin. I nearly tripped over the elliptical machine.
By the time we finished, all three of us were drenched in sweat, our clothes sticking to our bodies in ways that left nothing to the imagination. On the drive home, I rode with Rex, trying—and failing—to keep my hands to myself. At a red light, I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing him deeply, my tongue sliding against his. He tasted like salt and mint gum, and the combination was intoxicating.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Rex murmured against my lips, his hand gripping my thigh tightly.
“Same,” I breathed, pulling back reluctantly as the light turned green.
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When we got home, Malik wasn’t there yet—he’d stopped at the grocery store on the way. As soon as the door closed behind us, Rex and I were all over each other, our clothes hitting the floor in a frenzy. His hands were everywhere, rougher than Malik’s, but in a way that set my nerves on fire. I sank to my knees, taking his thick cock into my mouth without hesitation, savouring the weight of him on my tongue.
Just as things were heating up, we heard the front door open. Malik stepped inside, bags of groceries in hand, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of us sitting innocently naked on the couch.
“I’m sure this isn’t what you two were doing while I was driving here,” he deadpanned, setting the bags down. “Just… sitting on the couch. Fully naked. With boners.”
We burst out laughing, the tension breaking like a dam. Malik stripped off his own sweaty clothes and joined us, his body pressing against mine as we all tangled together on the couch. The smell of our combined sweat was overwhelming, but in the best way possible—raw and primal, a pheromone-soaked reminder of how alive we were.
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The air in the living room was thick with anticipation. I was the first to take charge, kneeling between them, their cocks already starting to stiffen with interest. I started with Malik, my lips parting to take his cock into my mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat mixed with the musk of his arousal. I sucked him greedily, my tongue swirling around his head, feeling him grow harder with each bob of my head. After a minute, I switched to Rex, his cock a different but equally delicious challenge. His was a bit thicker, stretching my lips as I took him in, sucking hard. My hands worked Malik's cock to keep him engaged. Back and forth I went, savouring each one's unique taste. The sounds of their moans filled the room as I alternated between them.
Then, it was Malik's turn to show off. I reclined on the couch, my cock now the center of attention as he knelt before us. He started with me, his mouth enveloping my cock with a hunger that made me shudder. His technique was masterful, his tongue teasing, his mouth hot and wet. After giving me a minute of heaven, he turned to Rex, taking him deep, his head bobbing eagerly, spit slicking Rex's length. Watching him how he sucked our cocks was so hot, his own cock hard and neglected, just waiting for its turn.
Finally, Rex took his place, and his muscular frame knelt in front of us. He started with Malik, his mouth working Malik's cock with a deep, throaty suction, making Malik's head fall back in ecstasy. Then, he turned to me, his mouth enveloping my cock, his tongue doing things that made my toes curl. Rex was thorough, making sure we both felt every bit of his attention. His hands pumped whichever cock wasn't currently in his mouth, keeping the pleasure constant and intense.
We were a mess of moans, sweat, and pre-cum, each of us lost in the act of giving and receiving pleasure. Our cocks were slick and hard, and the room echoed with the sounds of our shared lust. It was a beautiful cycle of sucking, each man taking and giving in equal measure.
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When we finally came up for air, Malik said, "I have a surprise for you guys. " He disappeared into his room and returned with a package and a lube bottle that made my eyes widen. Inside the package were three massive dildos, each thicker and longer than the last. “I thought we could have some fun with these,” he said, his grin devilish. When Rex and I first laid eyes on the dildos, our reactions were a mix of shock and excitement.
Rex let out a low whistle before laughing, his voice dripping with vulgar delight. "Holy shit, these things look like they could split you in half," he exclaimed, his eyes locked on the largest one. I couldn't help but chuckle, my own surprise quickly morphing into arousal. "Damn, we're in for a wild ride with these monsters," I said, the thought of stretching around one of those dildos both thrilling and intimidating.
We sat in a tight circle on the floor, as we arranged the toys in front of us. Malik grabbed the biggest dildo—a monstrous 14-incher—while I took the 11-inch beast, and Rex claimed the slightly smaller but still intimidating and thick 8-inch model.
Malik went first, mounting the largest dildo with a loud moan that made my cock twitch. Watching him was like porn come to life. He straddled the largest dildo with a groan that was pure sex, his ass stretching wide around the thick base. His face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, his cock twitching with each inch he took, clearly loving the feeling of being so full.
I couldn't help but get even harder as I positioned myself over the 11-inch dildo. Lowering myself down, I felt my hole stretch, the delicious burn as it took in the girth. Every inch made my ass feel like it was being claimed. The sensation was intense, my cock leaking pre-cum, the fullness inside me almost overwhelming, making me moan like a bitch in heat.
Rex was next, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he sat on the 8-inch dildo. His eyes rolled back, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. It was so hot to watch him take it. His hole greedily accepted the toy, his body shuddering as he worked it in, his own cock standing at attention, clearly loving the stretch and the fullness.
Each of us, in our own way, was lost in the sensation, our bodies reacting to the dildos with grunts, moans, and the slick sounds of lube and flesh. It was a vulgar, beautiful sight, seeing each other get so turned on by the act of filling ourselves. Our cocks were hard and ready, and our holes were stretched and wanting more. We rode them in unison, our eyes locked, our moans filling the room. The sound of lubed-up silicone sliding in and out of our asses was obscene, but nothing compared to the heat in Malik’s gaze and the way Rex’s jaw clenched as he bottomed out on his toy.
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We decided to switch, treating the dildos like batons in the most perverse relay race imaginable. I boldly grabbed the largest one, the 14-incher, my heart racing at the thought of being so thoroughly stretched. Positioning myself, I felt an intense mix of anticipation and dread as I slowly descended. My body protested first and then yielded to the massive intrusion. The power, the stretch, and the way it hit every sensitive spot inside me was pure ecstasy. I relished every moment, each bounce sending waves of pleasure through me, making me feel like I was on the edge of something wild and untamed.
Rex, with a grin of determination, took the 11-incher, his eyes wide with the challenge. As he sat down, his breath hitched, his face contorting into a mask of pleasure mixed with pain, his body adjusting to the significant size, each inch making him moan louder than the last.
Malik, meanwhile, opted for the smallest of the three, the 8-incher. He positioned himself with a knowing smirk, his body already familiar with pleasure but eager for the change. As he lowered himself, there was a softness to his groans. The dildo slid in with a bit more ease, his body welcoming the familiar yet still exhilarating sensation.
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We switched again, this time in what felt like an escalation of our depraved game. Rex, with a mix of bravado and lust in his eyes, took the largest dildo, the 14-incher. As he positioned himself over it, his face was a mix of anticipation and challenge. "Fuck, this thing's gonna split me in two," he growled, his voice thick with arousal as he began to lower himself. His body visibly tensed with the effort. "Oh, you beautiful bastard," he moaned, the vulgarity of his words only amplifying the pleasures of the moment as he took it inch by inch.
Malik, now with the 11-incher dildo, seemed almost eager for the challenge, his movements fluid as he sat down, his breath hitching with the familiar yet intensified sensation.
For me, taking the 8-inch toy felt like a relief after the beast I had just ridden. But it was still a pleasure in its own right, my body easily adapting to the size, the stretch now more of a comforting fullness than a challenge. We were all lost in our own worlds of sensation. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, each of us embracing the vulgar beauty of our shared experience.
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Malik, with a devilish grin, lifted his arms, exposing his damped hairy armpits. He commanded us to do the same. Rex and I complied. As we fucked ourselves with these toys, we each lifted our arms, cupping them behind our heads, exposing our sweaty, hairy armpits to the others. The air was thick with our musky aroma, a potent mix of sweat and arousal. The smell was intimate, a raw testament to our aroused testosterones. Rex's and Malik's armpits, with their deep, manly scent, hit me like a drug, driving me wild. My body reacted by riding the dildo with increased fervour, the pace quickening with each breath of that intoxicating scent.
As I inhaled deeply, I reached out, my hands finding their way to Malik's and Rex's nipples. Their sensitivity was evident; my fingers brushed and pinched, sending shivers through their bodies. Both of them moaned, the stimulation adding to the pleasure of riding their dildos, the sensations intertwining. Their nipples hardened under my touch. Each tweak and twist drew out louder groans, their bodies bucking in response.
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After what felt like an eternity of riding the dildos in our final round, Malik, with authority in his voice, commanded us to release the toys from our asses. We complied, feeling the sudden emptiness as we pulled them out, our bodies still tingling from the stretch.
Malik then knelt in front of the dildo he had just used, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it with an aggressive, almost desperate pace. We all knew what was coming next. Following his lead, Rex and I knelt before our respective dildos, and our hands started to work our own cocks with similar urgency.
The air was charged with the anticipation of release. Malik was the first to reach his climax, his moans filling the room as he aimed his cock at the dildo, shooting his load onto the toy in thick, white ropes. Seeing this, my own orgasm was triggered; I aimed my cock at the dildo I had been riding, painting the toy with my essence. Rex wasn't far behind, his grunts deep and primal as he added his load to the toy he had just vacated. Our climaxes synchronized in this dirty act.
Then, in a circle, we switched positions. Each of us now kneeling before a dildo that was glistening with the cum of one of the others. The idea was as crazy as it was arousing. We used this shared cum as lube, the slickness and warmth of it added an intensely personal layer to the act. The sensation of sliding down onto a dildo coated in another's cum was mind-bending; it was like we were not just sharing toys but sharing our very essence. The cum provided a slippery, intimate connection. Each movement was amplified by the knowledge of whose cum we were using, making the ride both physically and mentally thrilling. It was filthy and utterly action-packed, pushing the boundaries of our play into new uncharted territories of pleasure.
We continued riding the dildos for another few minutes, the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, our bodies moving in a rhythm driven by the slippery, shared cum. The sensation was unique, each thrust and withdrawal a reminder of our connection, the physical and emotional intimacy of the act pushing us towards another peak.
Finally, with our bodies spent, we collapsed onto the floor, a tangle of sweaty, satisfied limbs. The air was thick with the scent of sex, our sweat mingling with the cum that had lubricated our play. We stayed there, bodies pressed against each other. The post-sex euphoria enveloped us, our skin touching, hands lazily exploring, the closeness now a comforting, shared afterglow.
