Matt leaned against the wall, grabbing a cigarette from where his pants lay on the floor. He watched with a sated grin as Cody ambled forward.
Cody appraised me with a coy smile, chewing gum that feathered the muscle in his jaw. He had a mess of dirty blond hair that fell almost to his piercing blue eyes. While on the leaner side, his body was still heavily defined and smooth.
He whistled low and I glanced at him over my shoulder, feeling the remains of Matt’s cum still dripping out of my hole.
“Look at you,” he said around the gum in his mouth, smacking my ass. I inhaled when he extended his finger, scooping up a bit of what Matt left behind and bringing it to my mouth. “Taste.”
I wasted no time sliding his forefinger between my lips and licking Matt’s seed onto my tongue, holding Cody’s massive hand between mine.
“So good,” I hummed.
Cody chuckled, stealing his hand away. The others made sounds of encouragement over the slick noise of their hands, wet with lube, sliding up and down on their cocks.
“You like that, slut?” Justin asked. He was staring at me through hungry eyes.
“I think he does,” Cody said.
“I love it,” I agreed, staring at Justin. He was half-hidden in shadow, making slow passes over his nine-inch, uncut cock. Justin was Latino, with honey-colored skin with several tattoos on his arm and one over his left pectoral. His eyes were dark chocolate, framed by wavy brown hair that curled and fell over his eyebrows and ears.
I winked at him. “But I need more.”
“Sit up on your knees,” Cody instructed.
Straightening, I rested on my knees while Cody stretched out underneath me, applying pressure underneath my thighs so I had to lift myself slightly.
“You smell so fucking good,” he commented, a whisper of his breath against me causing me to shiver. Framing his hands on either side of my hips, he brought his bow-shaped lips to my entrance, placing soft, lazy licks against me.
I moaned, lifting my arms and putting them behind my neck.
“Mm,” Cody said into my ass, his throaty pure vibrating his lips. “You’re fucking vile.”
“Fuck yeah, I am. Lick that ass clean so you can use me too.”
“Shit,” Cody said, his tongue becoming more aggressive. My used hole opened to him easily, allowing him more access to dig deeper. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and his arms wrapped possessively around my hips, forcing me further down.
My cock strained, begging to be touched and I rolled my hips against his mouth instinctively. I wanted desperately to see what Cody looked like under me, to catch his glistening eight-inch cock between my mouth—to let my hands explore his tight body and feel the coarse hair covering his thighs and calves.
I opened my eyes as Cody slurped my hole, tongue darting in and out, fucking me with his mouth. Wanting something under my hands, I urged Justin forward.
The corner of his mouth lifted as if tugged by an invisible string, but he waited, glancing at Matt for approval. A wordless exchange passed between them and Justin stepped on top of the bed until he was standing before me, gripping his dripping cock at the base and wagging it in front of my face. If Cody noticed the intrusion, he didn’t show it, still eagerly lapping at my abused hole.
“Is this what you wanted?” Justin asked in his slight accent, biting his bottom lip.
“Mm,” I groaned. “Yes, please.”
“Stick out your tongue.”
I acquiesced, extending my tongue, never taking my eyes off of him. “Can I touch you?” I asked, breathy with the pleasure at my ass and hungry for his cock and body.
He chuckled softly. “Impatient.”
I nodded.
With his right hand, he threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of my neck, still holding his cock at the base with his left. He guided me slowly to the head, but stopped me as I tried to wrap my mouth around it. I was going insane. My cock was thumping and Cody was driving me mad, teasing me with his tongue, devouring my ring that ached to be filled again.
Justin rested the head of his dick against my tongue, and left it there, slightly moving it left and then right.
“You want this cock?”
“So bad,” I pleaded. He smacked my tongue twice and huffed a laugh, before guiding me further. With a throaty groan, I opened my throat as he slid his cock to the base—his coarse, short pubes against my nose. I inhaled and looked at him with watery eyes.
“Such a good little slut,” he said. “You’re not even gagging.”
As if to prove a point, I pushed my head further and swallowed around his cock. He threw his head back.
“Fuck!”
When he pulled out, I was smiling.
Cody slapped my ass and I glanced over my shoulder. Justin's hand was still in my hair and I loved how his grip tightened. I felt the glistening head of his dick slide over my cheek when I looked at Cody.
He wiped his hand over his mouth with the back of his hand. The skin around his lips was bright red from friction.
“You ready for another load?” he asked, stroking himself. My mouth was watering watching him. His dick had a slight curve to it, and while it wasn’t as thick as Matt’s, I knew how good that curve was going to feel once he was inside me.
“Yes sir,” I said. “I need it so bad.”
He winked. “Stay where you are.”
Justin brought my head back around, giving my cheek a playful slap. “You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you?” He asked, gripping my chin beneath his fingers and lowering himself until we were at eye level.
“Fuck yes. I need to be used.”
He smiled, prying open my mouth and letting a drop of spit drip out his mouth and into mine. I hummed around it, letting it fall down my throat. He smacked me again.
Meanwhile, Cody stretched out under me and I looked down to see his face under us. I had just enough time to prepare myself before he lined his dick against my ass and bucked, sliding right past my stretched hole and filling me up.
“Ohhhh, fffff….” I didn’t get to finish. Justin buried his dick down my throat, muffling my response.
I was right about Cody’s dick. The way it curved stretched me out in ways I hadn’t thought of and I groaned around Justin's dick as it slipped in and out of my mouth. He wasn’t overly rough, more languid, letting me do most of the work and I rested my hands on his torso for support. Justin was also lean, though a little more bulky than Cody, and I let my fingers trace the stark line of his V, feeling his sharp hip bones.
“God damn, you feel so good,” Cody said under us—his dirty blonde hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead—breathless as he picked up the pace. I had to lift myself into a crouch, and he gripped my thighs, thrusting deeper, pushing his curved cock against me and causing my eyes to water from the way he stabbed against the lining of my intestines.
“Fuck yes,” I mumbled. “Give it to me, sir.”
Cody’s thighs slapped against me and Justin let his cock slide out of his mouth but only so that he could pull back the skin, exposing the shiny head. My tongue slipped out, tracing the most sensitive part. Justin hissed, putting an arm behind his head. My eyes traveled hungrily over his body, wishing I could bury my nose in his pit.
Justin made slow passes over his cock, the excess skin sliding back over his head and I sucked on his foreskin, nibbling on it and pressing my tongue up and under it while Cody pummeled my ass.
I looked down, focusing on his tight muscles and the veins protruding from his neck and biceps. It was no wonder they were athletes, I couldn’t imagine how he kept up the pace.
My cock bounced against Cody’s abdomen and I groaned. Justin took the opportunity to slip his cock back between my lips and gripped both sides of my face between his hands. Then there were only the sounds of slurping, wet suction as he thrust in and out. Spit ran from my mouth, falling in little droplets onto Cody’s chest as he huffed out.
I was making animal-like sounds, overcome with pleasure. I filled to overflowing, both holes ravaged unrelentingly. I squealed like a pig when Cody re-adjusted—the head of his cock plowing right into my prostate.
He huffed out a laugh. I couldn’t look at him, not with Justin’s hands holding my face in a vice grip. The back of my throat was sore, but I didn’t care. I could do this all day.
“Is that the spot?” Cody asked, bucking into me.
I nodded violently, crying and gagging. I was overcome.
“Good.”
Just when I thought he couldn’t go faster, he did. My body was like a punching back, taking hit after hit with such speed I almost blacked out. A moment later, I think I did. My orgasm came on so strong, that I lost all feeling in my legs and nearly collapsed.
My cock strained, rope after rope going everywhere. It was pure bliss.
“Oh fuck,” someone said. “Look at that little faggot, cumming without even touching himself.
“He loves that cock,” someone else, probably Cody, agreed.
“You ready for this load?” Cody asked, slamming in again.
“Breed me!” I begged, despite being in a post-orgasm daze and my mouth still being used by Justins mammoth cock. It shouldn’t be possible, but I was still hard.
Cody moaned as he bucked into me again, making me whimper. My prostate was incredibly sensitive and it was almost like torture. He was slower this time, more deliberate, but when I looked down I could see it all over his face.
“Oh fuck,” he cried. “Get ready.”
He slammed into me three more times and then he was howling, mewling as his cock pulsed inside me. I was instantly hot all over. Two loads swimming inside of me, filled to the brim.
“So fucking hot,” one of the guys said.
Cody’s head fell back against the mattress, breathing deeply as Justin let his cock slip out of my mouth. I pouted without realizing it.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Cody said, his arm resting on his forehead. My legs felt like jelly, but I didn’t dare move unless he told me to. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized how much I was using Justin for a brace until he moved back and I fell—half on Cody—the rest of me over the mattress.
Cody chuckled, slapping my side. When his dick left my ass, more cum streamed down my slit. I groaned, body too heavy to move and smiled.
“That’s a good slut,” Cody said as he ambled off.
A moment later, I felt strong hands flipping me onto my back. When I opened my eyes, Justin's face was a mask of determination as he lifted my legs, pinning my thighs against my stomach and guiding his cock right where Cody’s had just left me.
It burned so good as he filled me up to bursting.
“Shit!” I said, wincing.
Justin ignored me, immediately setting his own pace. He slid in and out, not in a hurry, torturously grazing my still-sensitive prostate.
My eyes swept down his body, slick with sweat. His honey-colored skin gleamed in the light. It was as if I could see every muscle and sinew on full display while he lazily pumped into me.
“That feels so good,” I whined. The others groaned, watching me with jealous eyes. Justin said nothing, however, watching as his cock split me open.
His hair fell into his eyes and I wished I could sweep it back.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, me mewling into my arm, alive with tantalizing pleasure while Justin kept up his steady pace—never fast, but not slow either. It was agonizing in the best possible way.
“Jesus, Justin,” someone finally said. “Hurry up and cum already.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Justin growled.
Sweat dripped into my eyes. It felt like my body was on fire.
He glanced at me. “Want one more?”
I nodded, frantic.
His head dipped down again, continuing to watch himself as he picked up speed. Slowly, he went wild, picking up pace until the beg was screaming, slamming into the wall with his thrusts. I had no words as my toes curled and my cock begged to be touched.
Eventually, he huffed, body seizing and I felt his cock erupt within me with a third load. I cried out loud, loving the way my body felt knowing I had three heavy loads stuffed deep in my ass.
When Justin finally stopped moving, he let out a sigh, slowly letting his cock fall out. I wondered how my ass looked right now.
When I was alone on the bed once more, I appraised the three remaining men. Who was next?
