Continued from the last chapter..
Malik’s hands were gentle as he untied the ropes from my wrists, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent little sparks of electricity through me. The room was still heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, the musk lingering like a thick fog. I stretched my arms, feeling the faint ache in my muscles from being restrained for so long. But it was a good ache—a reminder of the pleasure that had come before.
We laid on the bed together, our bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets. Malik’s chest rose and fell steadily, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. My dad was on his other side, one arm draped lazily over Malik’s broad shoulders. We all smelled like him, like us, and it was intoxicating. I buried my face in the crook of Malik’s neck, inhaling deeply. His manly scent was earthy, masculine, and utterly irresistible. It made me want to bury myself in him all over again.
We slept there for what felt like hours, the kind of deep, dreamless sleep. But then, slowly, I began to stir. The room was still dark, barely illuminated by the faint glow of the moonlight slipping through the curtains. Malik shifted beside me, his body warm and solid, and I felt my dad move too, his hand sliding down Malik’s chest.
The next thing I knew, Malik’s lips were on mine, soft but insistent. I kissed him back eagerly, my body responding almost instantly. My dad joined in, his mouth finding Malik’s neck as his fingers traced patterns along my thigh. The air between us was charged and electric, and I could feel the tension building again even though we’d just spent hours exploring each other’s bodies.
“I have something,” Malik murmured between kisses, his voice low and rough. He pulled away, leaving me cold for just a moment before the heat of his absence was replaced by anticipation. He stood, his naked body glistening faintly in the moonlight, and left the room. My dad and I exchanged a glance, both of us curious but not daring to speak. When Malik returned, he turned on the lights, he was holding something in his hand—a double-ended dildo, sleek and gleaming under the dim light.
I raised an eyebrow, my heart skipping a beat. “You’ve been hiding this from me?” I asked, my voice teasing but laced with curiosity.
Malik smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “You didn’t think your dad and I screamed like that on some nights for no reason, did you?”
My cheeks flushed at the implication, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me. He knelt on the bed, positioning himself behind my dad, who was already on all fours. Malik lubed up the toy, his movements deliberate, and I watched, transfixed, as he slid one end into my dad while guiding the other into himself.
The sight was mesmerizing. They moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync, and the sounds that filled the room were enough to make my cock harden again. My dad’s moans were low and guttural, while Malik’s breathing grew more ragged with every thrust. I reached for my own cock, stroking myself as I watched them, unable to tear my eyes away.
After a few minutes, Malik paused, his chest heaving. “Your turn,” he said, looking at me with those piercing eyes.
I hesitated for just a second before nodding, eager to try something new. I switched places with my dad, positioning myself behind Malik. The toy was slick with lube and their combined heat, and I guided it into myself before pressing the other end into Malik. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt—stretching and filling me completely while also feeling the resistance of Malik’s tightness against me.
We started slow, each of us adjusting to the rhythm, but it wasn’t long before we found a steady pace. My dad watched us, his hand absently stroking his cock as he took in the sight of his son and husband connected in such an intimate way. “You two look so fucking hot,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust.
Malik grunted in response, his hips pushing back against me, urging me deeper. The toy hit a spot inside me that made my legs tremble, and I let out a shaky moan. “Fuck Malik, this feels so good..” I muttered, my grip tightening on his hips as I drove the toy harder into him. Our moans synced up as we thrust back and forth. The sensation of him moving against me, pushing that thick toy deeper, had me dripping wet, my ass gripping it like it was begging for more. We were both lost in the filth of it, our bodies joined by this greedy piece of silicone, chasing that raw, primal ecstasy.
When we finally pulled apart, both of us panting and trembling, my dad was quick to take his turn. He positioned himself behind me, and soon we were moving together, the toy connecting us in ways I hadn’t even imagined possible. The sensations were overwhelming, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
But Malik wasn’t done. As my dad and I continued to fuck each other with the toy, Malik moved closer, his hand wrapping around my cock. He leaned down, his tongue flicking against the tip of my dick before taking me fully into his mouth. I groaned, my hips bucking instinctively as his lips worked me over. His mouth was like a damn vacuum, pulling me deep into that warm, wet paradise. Every slurp, every moan he let out vibrated through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. I could feel him enjoying it, the eagerness in how he sucked harder, how his hands gripped my thighs to keep me close. My body was trembling, his experienced mouth drawing me closer to that edge.
At the same time, my dad was pushing the double dildo behind me to tease my entrance. The combination of sensations was almost too much to handle, and I had to dig my fingers into the sheets to keep from cumming right then and there.
“Malik, you promised me something,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled off my cock with a slick pop, his eyes meeting mine. “I did,” he said, his tone was full of promise. He positioned himself on his hands and knees in doggy style, presenting his sexy hot ass to me. "You ready?" My dad moved aside, giving me space, and I couldn’t help but stare at Malik’s perfect, muscular hairy ass and his beautiful hairy hole. Rimming Malik was intense but in a good way. The moment my lips dive deep into his hairy hole, his moans filled the room, deep and desperate. I loved how he reacted, his body tensing and then relaxing into the pleasure. And the taste of his hole was something else - musky, raw, and utterly intoxicating. I couldn't get enough, my tongue diving in, exploring every inch, feeling him shudder with each lick. His sounds were like music, spurring me on, making me want to taste more, to hear more of those needy animalistic groans.
The hair around Malik's ass was so hot. It was like a dark, inviting forest, framing that perfect, round ass in a way that just screamed 'sexy'. Each strand was coarse under my fingers, tickling my nose as I got closer, adding this raw masculine edge to the whole experience. It made his ass not just something to look at but something to feel and something to explore. The way it contrasted with his skin, guiding my eyes and hands where I wanted to go, turned me on even more.
My hands trembled as I grabbed the lube, coating myself generously before pressing against his entrance. The first push was slow and careful, but once I was inside, Malik pushed back against me, forcing me deeper. “Fuck me bud..” he growled, his voice raw with need.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped his hips, driving into him with a force that made him groan loudly. My dad watched, his hand moving over his own cock as he took in the sight of me claiming his husband in a way I never had before. “Fuck yeah, keep going, kiddo..” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “Fuck him hard, take him.”
I lost myself in the rhythm, my hips slamming into Malik’s ass as he pushed back against me, meeting every thrust with equal intensity. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. I bent over him, my chest pressed against his back as I whispered filthy things into his ear, telling him how good he felt and how much I needed this. "You feel so fucking good, Malik. Your ass against me like this, I can’t get enough.."
My hips slammed against his ass, each thrust deep and deliberate, claiming him. The sound of our skin slapping together, mixed with his heavy breathing and my own grunts, filled the room. I could feel him pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts, his body begging for more. This sweaty, passionate fuck left us both panting, lost in the heat of the moment.
Dad decides to join the party. He stepped up, his cock already hard and ready, and without a word, he shoved it into Malik's eager mouth. Now, Malik got two dicks working him over, one in his ass stretching him wide as I thrust, and another dick sliding down his throat. The room was filled with the sounds of our grunts, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, and Malik's muffled moans as he serviced us both.
It was like a fucking symphony, watching Malik take it from both ends, rocking between us. His body rocked seamlessly in this perfect, dirty dance. His skin glistened with sweat, and the way his eyes rolled back when he hit that sweet spot of submission and pleasure was pure art. His body was a testament to how much he could take, how much he wanted, and how fucking good it looked to see him surrender to the double pleasure. His every movement was a blend of desperation and ecstasy. I felt him getting closer, his ass clenching around my cock, his breaths more desperate around dad's. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of this hot, sweaty, dirty fuck session, I felt Malik's body tense up beneath me. His orgasm hit like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum all over the sheets, his body shuddering in ecstasy.
The sight of him cumming, knowing it was because of me, because of us, pushed me right over the edge. My vision blurred as I slammed into him one last time, my own climax ripping through me, filling him up with my warm seed. It was raw, it was intense, and it was fucking beautiful watching him unravel like that. His body and mine both trembled in the aftermath of such a brutal, shared release.
When I finally pulled out, we both collapsed onto the bed. I was breathless, my body spent and weak. Our chests heaved, our skin slick with sweat, and in that moment of recovery, our lips met. We kissed with a hunger that was still there despite our exhaustion. It was a deep, lustful kiss, our tongues dancing, tasting each other's pleasure.
Just then, my dad, still hard and dripping with anticipation, brought his cock closer to our faces. Without hesitation, we both turned our attention to his rigid cock. Our tongues met at the tip of his cock, licking up and down the shaft, sharing the salty taste of him. Malik and I took turns sucking him, our mouths working in unison, one lapping at the base while the other engulfed the head. Our movements synchronized in this lustful and beautiful act.
Dad's moans grew louder, his body tensing with each dual assault of our mouths. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a deep, shuddering groan, he came. His cum shot out in thick warm ropes across both our faces. It was like a shared prize, his salty, tasteful cum marking us, dripping down our cheeks, over our lips, and mingling with our own flavours. We looked at each other, faces glazed, both tasting the end of this wild night, a messy finale to our passionate and no-holds-barred session.
After dad had come all over us, Malik and I decided to clean up in the most delicious way possible. We started licking dad's cum off each other's faces, our tongues tracing over cheeks, along jawlines, and across lips. Each lick was slow, savouring the salty, tangy taste of dad's load. I could feel Malik's tongue on my skin, warm and eager, collecting every drop while I did the same to him. Our faces became a shared canvas of pleasure. Our kisses became even more passionate, tasting not just each other, but the shared essence of dad's climax, turning the cleanup into another layer of our intimate connection.
Then we all collapsed together, utterly spent and content, lying in a heap where the air was thick with the heady scent of masculinity—musk, sweat, and the raw essence of our cum filling the room. Our bodies tangled in a warm embrace. We revelled in the post-climactic bliss, each breath a reminder of the profound connections we had just deepened.
