Walker sinks his finger inside.
I fight the noise—I fight it hard. I win, but it costs something, and what it costs is I have to close my eyes for a second. That probably counts as a reaction but I don’t think anyone notices it because Walker is groaning and everyone’s attention is on his finger in my hole.
“He’s—” Walker shakes his head. “Holy shit.”
“Good or bad?” Miles asks.
“Good, man.Reallygood.” He fucks his finger in and out, and I focus very hard on Idaho and on not making a single sound. Grant’s cock is right above my face straining against his jeans and I’m not thinking about that either. “We need lube.”
“Just spit on it,” Finn says.
“This is not hentai, man,” Walker scoffs. “We’re not tearing his ass.”
“He’s fine.”
“Youdon’t knowthat.”
“He would move if he wasn’t fine.”
Am I fine, or just really,reallyhorny?
Fuck if I know.
“I want to try,” Finn says, and then his finger is there too, pushing alongside Walker’s.
Walker goes “Bro—” and Finn is like “It’ll fit, it’ll fit, it’s fine.” I lose the thread of it because there are two fingers reaming me now. How wild is that?
And it hurts, too. It’s uncomfortable as fuck. But it’s also insanely good.Insanely.
I still don’t make any sound.
I’m very proud of myself.
Distantly, I realize that Miles has left. It’s weird that I even notice his absence with all this happening to my body, but I guess I was actively waiting for him to step up. Miles has the longest fingers out of all of us, and a part of me was genuinely looking forward to feeling them stretch my hole out.
He comes back into my line of sight a minute later, dropping down on his knees with a white bottle that I recognize as the oil Walker uses for massages.
He passes it to Walker without a word.
“Good call, bro.”
Walker and Finn pull their fingers out, and then there’s slick against my entrance. Walker’s finger pushes in again, much easier now, and he stretches me out properly. There’s a debate I’m only half-listening to about how many fingers and how long and whether this is enough. Apparently none of them would know since nobody in this house has ever fucked an ass in their life.
“We’re all virgins,” Grant mutters, sounding faintly stunned.
Walker snorts, working his fingers deeper into my hole and doing something unhinged inside. “Virgin ass-men. New low.”
“Newhigh,” Finn corrects, watching Walker’s fingers work. “Look at what we get to work with, man.”
Miles reaches over, his hand wrapping around my cock.
“It’s so weird,” he says, stroking me slowly and spreading all that thick pre.
“What?”
“I didn’t think dicks could be so different.” He turns his wrist slightly. “His foreskin moves different than mine.” He presses his thumb against the swollen tip. “His pisshole is bigger.”
“Okay, I didn’t need to know that,” Grant complains.
