“Pass the doll over, bro. I’m about to blow my fucking load.”
Grant’s voice cuts straight through the pre-game coverage blasting from the TV, loud and impatient.
“Wait your turn, man,” Finn says, buried balls-deep in my asshole, his sweaty chest slamming hard against my back as he pounds away.
“Unbelievable,” Walker chirps from somewhere behind us. “Look at that. Finn’s managed to stay inside that hole for a whole fucking minute. New personal record, bro.”
Finn lets out a ragged gasp, completely ignoring the trash talk. He hits his limit, though, his hips giving one final, desperate twitch as he dumps his entire load deep inside my guts. He groans, pulling his leaking cock out with a wet squelch, and stumbles backward to give Grant the floor.
“My turn to wreck the slut,” Grant grunts, stepping up to the edge of the mattress we dragged into the center of the living room floor. It’s basically a designated dumping ground—the doll just stays face-up on the foam, ready for anyone to step over, unzip, and drain their nuts while the rest of the house watches the game from the couch.
Grant, as always, isn’t gentle and goes full savage. He grabs my ankles, flips me straight onto my back, and pins my knees back toward my chest so my stretched, leaking hole is gaping right at his face.
“Look at this nasty fuckmeat,” he mutters, his voice dropping into that vile tone he always uses to talk down to me. “Already stretched out and dripping jizz. You like getting filled up like a good little whore, don’t you, doll?”
He lines his thick rod up and drives straight in, bottoming out immediately. A half choked groan escapes my lips, but I swallow the rest of the sound and lock into doll mode, keeping my body dead still while he violently pounds my ass.
Grant, man. It’s always heaven and hell with him.
No, scratch that, this is total heaven.
Staying home with these guys on a massive game night is a million times better than hitting some crowded sports bar. This is the new normal. Just five guys hanging out, drinking beer, and using my body as a community cumrag whenever they need a release.
Railing the doll these days actually carries a lot less guilt for Grant, too. Ever since I officially started dating Miles and Reid (and Walker), it opened Grant’s eyes to the fact that using the doll was technically cheating on his girlfriend.
But instead of just pulling his dick out of the rotation, Grant manned up and confessed the whole setup to his girl. Surprisingly, she didn’t lose her mind. In fact, she was really intrigued and told him she’d be cool with it as long as she got to watch him use me firsthand.
I made them both swear on their lives it would be a one-time deal. Reid went full psycho and drafted a full-ass contract with boundaries and clauses and all that shit for her to sign. “To avoid any future drama,” he had said. When the night came, Grant put on a massive show, absolutely tearing my ass apart while she watched. A few days later, Grant bragged to us that his girl has been soaked and ready to go constantly ever since.
Happily for me, he still has the energy to use the doll every so often.
I almost moan when Grant gives another brutal shove, his nuts slamming hard against my taint.
Walker slides onto the mattress right next to my face. He doesn’t care that Grant is currently rail-fucking my ass. He drops down low, cradling my jaw in his palm, and crushes his mouth straight against mine.
He shoves his tongue deep into my mouth, claiming my lips with that hungry intensity he always brings, and I let him, completely unresponsive.
Over the last few months, I’ve found out just how much Walker absolutely loves kissing. Like,lovesit. We make out so much, my lips are constantly swollen now. He also completely commits to his role as my third boyfriend, and he doesn’t care who sees it.
I honestly feel like an idiot for ever doubting him in the beginning. I used to think he was just playing along or usingthe relationship as an excuse to keep getting his dick wet, but Walker turned out to be an incredible boyfriend.
Take, for example, the first time he actually kissed me in public.
It was a Tuesday morning, and I didn’t have any early classes, so I hit the campus gym early to get a pump in. Walker was already there, benching heavy weight surrounded by a massive crowd of his gym bros.
The second he spotted me walking through the doors, he dropped the barbell onto the rack, wiped his forehead with his shirt, and walked straight across the weight room. I remember how insane it felt because hedidn’t hesitate at all. He walked right up to me, muttered, “Hey babe,” and planted a wet kiss dead on my mouth right in front of everybody.
My heart was hammering against my ribs, expecting some kind of locker-room chirping, but none of his lifting buddies even batted an eye. They just nodded and went right back to their sets. That’s when I realized Walker had already outed himself to his entire circle. He was proud to be dating me, freak settings and all.
That’s when I realized that he, in fact, won the long game.
Walker pulls back from the kiss, and yanks his gray sweatpants down to free his throbbing cock. He lines the head up and feeds his meat straight into my mouth, letting out a low grunt as he bottoms out into my throat.
“Man, this is so unfair,” he complains, talking over my head to the rest of the room. “Why won’t you guys let me take the doll’s dildo right now?”
“Hell no, man,” Finn chimes in from the couch, cracking open another beer. “I don’t wanna watch a man’s hairy asshole get wrecked in the middle of the living room right before kickoff.”
“I’m not even hairy, dickhead! And I’ve been shaving weekly. My ass is completely smooth.”
