“What? Gay?” Miles asks against my skin, which makes Finn laugh.
“So gay, man. Let me try it, too.”
And then he leans his head down next to Miles, forcing his way under Grant’s arms, and puts his mouth on my other nipple, sucking hard.
I am doing so well. I am doinggenuinely so well.
“Hole’s ready,” Walker declares, and I can hear the smugness dripping off him. “I’m nailing him first.”
“Hold on,” Grant interjects.
“Bro—!”
“I said hold on.” Grant shifts above me, still gripping my legs. He looks at Miles. “Check if he’s actually there. For all we know he’s cooked from Finn’s edibles.”
“He’s not cooked. Come on,” Finn says. “I don’t think he even had any.”
“Check anyway.”
Miles leans over my face, looks at me for a second, and says: “We’re not stopping if you don’t call it. But if you’re really in there, blink twice.”
I blink twice.
The room absolutely erupts.
“Holy shit—!”
“Yo—”
“He’s actually—bro, he’sinthere—”
Grant’s dick twitches against my head through his jeans, rigid and involuntary, and he makes a sound that definitely came from somewhere he didn’t plan to open.
“Bro,” Finn says, looking at Grant with a wicked grin. I want to grin too.
“Shut up, man.”
“Okay,” Walker says. “Moving on.”
He shoves his shorts down and his cock jumps out, and it is… Okay, maybe Walker’s junk is asituation. It’s a veiny log of meat, curving slightly under the weight of a fat, flared head that’s already turning purple, leaking slime all over the place. And he’sso hard.
“Shut up, Finn,” Walker says, stroking his dick and making it all wet.
“I didn’t sayanything,” Finn defends.
“You’re thinking out loud.”
“I’m thinking that’s a lot of dick to put in someone’s ass for the first time, yeah.”
I’m pretty sure that’s the smartest thing Finn said all night.
“He can take it,” Walker declares.
Walker spits into his palm, slicks his shaft up, then presses the fat cockhead against my entrance. His thumb digs in beside the tip, trying to force the head inside even though I’m tight as hell. My hole resists, clamping down, and Walker has to work for every inch—pressing in, easing back, and lunging again.
It burns like a bitch. Like,holy shit, call an ambulancebad.Like,can someone die from getting fuckedbad.
But then there’s this final stretch, a give, and suddenly the fat crown is popping inside me, pulsing with his heartbeat while I clench around him.
