“I don’t care about your ass-shaving schedule, bro,” Finn laughs, throwing a couch cushion at him.
Walker rolls his eyes and looks back down at me. “Later you’re gonna wreck my ass, okay? Promise me.”
I smile around Walker’s shaft, and I swirl my tongue around his cockhead to collect his leaking pre-cum even when I shouldn’t move. I think to myself that yes, I’m going to absolutely destroy Walker’s hole later tonight, exactly the way he likes it.
Walker grins down at me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he fucks gently into my mouth. He shifts his weight, adjusting his stance on the mattress, and decides to just get rid of his shorts completely—Finn lets out a disgusted groan—and slams his bare ass straight down onto my face.
Because Grant is between my legs plowing me on my back, Walker dropping his weight over my face puts the two of them nose-to-nose.
“Whoa, hold the fuck up,” Grant barks, his hips stuttering for a second. “I’m trying to drain my meat in peace, man. I didn’t sign up to look at your ugly mug from two inches away while I do it. Back up.”
“Shut up, bro,” Walker grunts, his thighs flexing around my head. “Just pretend I’m not here.”
“Oh, come on, Grant,” Finn calls out from the couch, practically choking on his beer. “Don’t be shy, bro. You two are practically breathing the same air right now. Why don’t you make out a little bit? Keep the team spirit alive.”
“Fuck off,” Grant growls, slamming his pelvis back into my ass to emphasize the point.
“Reid and Miles swap spit like this all the time while they’re double-teaming,” Walker informs the room, shifting his weight so his rim presses harder against my lips.
From somewhere in the couch, two separate, aggressive gagging sounds echo. Neither Miles nor Reid says a word, but the sheer disgust in their synced noises makes it clear that they hate the idea of kissing each other. (They kiss each other a lot.)
“Yeah, well, I’m not them,” Grant mutters, fisting my hips and picking up the pace until his nuts are slapping loudly against my taint. “I’m just here to drain my meat inside this tight little fuckmeat pocket. Look at her, Walker. Just taking both of us at the same time like a good little whore.”
I know that as the doll, I’m technically supposed to stay completely frozen, but the smell of cock, ass-sweat and jizz in the room, and the absolutely filthy dirty talk has my horniness completely redlined. I break character again, just a little, shoving my tongue deep into Walker’s asshole.
As my tongue drills deeper into his rim, I can hear Walker’s breath hitch. His crack starts pulsing erratically, his walls twitching. Even with Grant slamming into my ass from behind, I can hear the wet sound of him furiously beating his meat. Walker’s body is very responsive, so I know he is absolutely loving the dirty talk, completely bricked up by Grant calling me a whore while I work on his hole.
I love eating Walker out, by the way. We’ve even built a routine lately—Reid usually slides up behind me to tongue-fuck my ass at the exact same time I’m burying my face in Walker’s crack. Miles used to bitch about getting left out of the rotation during these pile-ups, but we fixed that problem, too. One day, while rimming Walker’s hole, I convinced him to suck Miles’ cock. Walker will never admit it, but he absolutely loves sucking dick now. It’s completely obvious by how aggressively he drains a hard, leaking cock whenever he gets the chance. Lately, I’ve been trying to get Miles to let Walker eat his ass, too. My dream is getting a full circle, but far be the day Miles will eat Reid’s ass without killing himself after.
Walker’s hips start jerking frantically against my nose, his breath turning into broken gasps as my tongue continues to fuck him. He hits the edge first, his entire body going completely rigid as he blasts his warm cream straight across my chest. He lifts his hips just enough to slip his leaking meat into my mouth, and I swallow his jizz down, nursing his tip until he’s completely empty.
Right on cue, Grant hits the edge too. He lets out a groan, locking his hips tight against my cheeks as he drives his cock all the way to the root.
“Yeah, take my nut, you little bitch,” he says, his entire upper body shaking as he pulses rope after rope of hot jizz deep inside my ass.
The game hasn’t even kicked off yet, and I am already completely drenched.
I snap out of doll mode when no one else reaches for me, my muscles instantly unlocking as the adrenaline floods my system. My ass is completely loose and leaking a heavy mixture of Grant and Finn’s jizz, and my mouth is still coated in Walker’s cream.
I crawl across the mattress on all fours and climb onto Miles’ lap on the couch. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling his face in, and feed him Walker’s load through a filthy make-out session.
Miles is completely addicted to this kind of depraved shit—eating cum, I mean. He lets out a groan, his tongue sweeping my mouth to drink down the secondhand fluid. The only rule we have is that Miles refuses to swallow anyone else’s juice unless it comes directly from my cock or Walker’s.
While I’m wrapped around Miles, completely focused on devouring his mouth, I feel Reid’s fingers sliding into my leaky opening. One. Two. Three. Four.
Then his entire fist pushes cleanly inside my walls.
While Miles has a fixation on my nipples and now on eating cum, Reid is absolutely obsessed with fisting my ass, especially when I’m already stretched out and lubricated by everyone else’s nut. I arch my spine, angling my cheeks to give him total access so he can work his knuckles deep into my guts.
It hurts like an absolute motherfucker sometimes, but it’s that perfect, heavy kind of hurt that goes straight to my brain.
Reid drives his wrist in deep, pressing hard against my lower abdomen from the inside out. I look down at my own stomach, and I can see the distinct shape of Reid’s knuckles shifting underneath my abs.
It’s the freakiest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at this greedy little fuckhole,” Reid mutters against the small of my back, his lips brushing the curve of my ass as his fingers curl deeper inside me. “Stretched out so wide for me, leaking everyone’s cum all over the couch. Look at the mess you are making, babe. Such a slut.”
Miles whines against my neck, his hips jerking helplessly against my thigh. I can feel his cock hot and leaking, twitching every time Reid’s knuckles shift inside me.
