“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
He pulls out to the tip and slams back in. Again. Again. Pounding into me hard enough to shake the partition, rattle the dispensers on their mounts, steal the air from my lungs.
“Sneaking into that booth. Sucking my cock. Making me watch you get fucked.” Every accusation is punctuated by a brutal thrust. “Was this your plan all along?”
“No,” I gasp, fingers scrabbling at the wall for purchase. “I swear. I didn’t plan any of this.”
“But you liked it, huh?” He slaps my ass. Hard. “Swallowing my load? Choking on it?”
“Damn right he did.” Hawk is right there, leaning against the wall, stroking that massive cock of his while he watches Jace plow into me. “Your boy’s got a throat on him.”
Jace snarls. He wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me backward, away from the wall, pulling me flush against his chest while still buried inside me. His other arm loops around my throat, a loose band of muscle. He uses the leverage to fuck up into me, short, vicious strokes.
“I asked you a question,” he breathes against my ear. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” I sob. “Yes. I loved it.”
“Let me fucking taste it.” Jace grabs my jaw and wrenches my head back, mashing our mouths together at an ugly angle. It’s a bruising, furious kiss. Open-mouthed, all teeth and tongue and spit, no finesse, just pure need while he keeps pounding into me. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, hunting for traces of himself, licking me clean from the inside. I kiss him back just as desperately, pouring everything I’ve discovered about myself into it.
Is it weird, I wonder while we’re devouring each other, that I had his cock in both my holes before I ever had his tongue in my mouth? Probably. But I guess that’s what happens when your sexual awakening takes place in a grimy sex shop. Not exactly a Hallmark movie.
When we finally break apart, we’re both panting, chests heaving. A string of saliva connects us before breaking. I reachback, fumbling for anything to hold onto, and Jace catches my wrist, pinning it against my lower back.
“Uh-uh,” he grunts. “You wanted this. You take it. No holding on.”
He kicks my feet wider with his own, forcing me to bend at the waist. I nearly topple, but his arm locks around my waist like a steel band, holding me up, keeping me pinned on his cock.
“Now open your mouth for him,” Jace says. “Show me what you learned.”
Hawk grins. He steps closer, peels the condom off and tosses it, then fists the base of his shaft and drags the slick head across my lips. I open greedily. He slides in, tasting of latex and cherry and precum. So thick that just having him in my mouth makes my jaw ache.
Clumsily, I try to give Hawk the same treatment I gave Jace through the hole. Sucking, bobbing, working my tongue. But with Jace pistoning into me from behind, coordination is impossible. It’s a lot of things, but pretty isn’t one of them. I’m mostly trying not to gag when Jace’s hips snap forward and shove Hawk’s cock deeper into my throat.
Hawk doesn’t seem to mind. He’s holding my head between those big, warm hands, fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me down until I’m drooling, pulling back just enough for me to breathe, then pushing in again.
“Your boy’s got a mouth made for this,” Hawk says to Jace over my head. “Those plush lips…Christ.”
“Tell me about it,” Jace growls.
“From virgin to spit-roast in under an hour. That’s gotta be some record.”
“Always been an overachiever, haven’t you, Luca?” Jace punctuates this with a brutal thrust that sends me stumbling forward.
I can’t answer. Not with Hawk’s cock filling my throat. But I try to make an affirmative sound around him, a little hum that earns me a groan from both ends.
“Fuck yeah, he is,” Hawk says. “Look at him go.”
I can only guess what I look like. Naked, covered in sweat, my own dick bouncing between my legs, stuffed from front and back. Jace behind me, balls slapping wet against mine with every thrust. Hawk in front of me, holding my head in both hands, feeding me that monster cock. I’m slobbering around him, body limp, head spinning. I let them move me, use me. A toy for them to play with.
And I love it. Every second of it. The fullness, the stretch, the taste, the burn. Two men inside me at once, and all I can think is, how did I ever believe I was straight? How did I spend two years of college chasing something that never once made my body feel like this? Every soft pair of tits that left me limp, every girl’s hand that couldn’t get me hard, every time I faked an excuse not to go all the way. It all makes sense now.
I love girls. I love hanging out with them, talking to them. But I don’t want to fuck them. I want this. A hardened body against mine, a man’s strength pinning me down while he takes what he wants. I want stubble burn, balls slapping against my ass, the musky taste of another guy’s load on my tongue. I want sweat and grit and the grunting, rutting heat of it.
And right now, I’m getting all of it at once. It’s a cock overdose. A sensory overload that’s melting my brain into soup. Every hole filled. Every nerve ending firing. I can’t tell where I end and they begin. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat and spit, a single writhing beast in the purple light.
And Jace… he’s so good at this. All those times he bragged about the girls he’d fucked, the things he’d made them do, I’d roll my eyes. Thought he was full of shit. He wasn’t. He knows exactly how to angle his hips to nail that spot, that fuckingspot…
I have to pull Hawk out of my mouth to scream. The sound that rips out of me is feral. Two stray cats fighting in an alley. Torn from somewhere deep in my gut, a noise I’ve never made in my life and probably couldn’t replicate if I tried.
