“Fuck,” Walker pants. “Fuck, it’s so—fuck.”
That’s an eloquent way to put it, yes, because…fuck!I’ve never felt anything like this kind of good pain.
Does that make me a masochist or something?
Seriously, though. Am I a masochist? Because this feelsincredible.It’s insane that it feels this good. Under the burn, the stretch, and the physical shock of a dick forcing my insides open for the first time—it feels good. My body is embarrassingly into it all.
And I’m obviously not the only one into it, because Walker groans like he’s fucking dying. “Oh my God. Oh my God, bro, I’m about to blow!”
“Premature much?” Finn snorts from somewhere near my left knee. “Dude hasn’t even bottomed out and he’s already tapping out.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Walker pants, but he’s grinning, sweat dripping off his nose onto my stomach. “It’s his fault for having a—I don’t know, a world-class ass.”
“You’re a two pump loser,” Miles says. “That’s what you are.”
“I’m not, I just—give me a second!”
“Bro, you better not bust inside,” Finn warns.
“I know, I’m not—” Walker lunges deeper and his groan cuts off into something that’s barely human. “Holy shit!”
Walker buries the rest of the way in, slow and fucking merciless, until he’s balls-deep inside me. It is pure agony, this massive log of meat ramming into places that have never seen the light of day. I feel every single veiny ridge of him stretching my walls to the absolute limit, and it feels like my body is being split right down the middle, but the trauma of it is sending the most fucked-up waves of pleasure straight to my brain. Call me stubborn for staying offline when every nerve in my body is telling me to start screaming.
“Kit’s dick went soft,” Miles observes.
He’s not wrong. My cock has flagged against my stomach, the burn in my ass temporarily overriding everything else. But honestly, it’s because 100% of my brain abandoned the rest of my body to focus only on my reamed-out hole, leaving my junk completely useless and dead while my insides melt around Walker’s cock.
Finn snorts. “Can’t believe you’re this bad at nailing ass, bro.”
“Not my fault,” Walker grunts, pulling out slowly just to slam-fuck back in, making my vision whiten at the edges. “His hole is just too tight.”
“And his dick is soft, bro. That’s a performance review.”
“Is it good?” Grant asks, sounding genuinely curious.
“Good don’t cut it, man,” Walker says, rolling his hips and rubbing something inside me that feelsreallygood. Once again, he pulls out to slam back inside without a single care in the world.
“Man, can you not wreck those cheeks before I have a go?” Finn asks.
Walker laughs, breathless, hips jerking like he’s fighting not to bust. “Then maybe he shouldn’t feel so good,” he grits out, and then he’s slamming into me full-force, balls-deep in one brutal shove.
“You guys sound like animals,” Grant says, like he isn’t grinding his bulge against my forehead right now.
My dick twitches, half-hard again despite the ache. Yeah, there’s somethingwrongwith me.
Walker finds a rhythm, rough and fast as expected of him, using my hips like handles, his thumbs digging into the divots of my pelvis. I bite my tongue, refusing to make a sound even when he hits that spot that makes my brain go static, his nuts slapping against me again and again.
It hurts so much, but it’s alsoso delicious.
Finn’s stroking himself over his sweatpants, his fingers working circles around the head of his cock while he watches Walker nail me.
“This is the most hardcore shit I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, half to himself.
Grant’s dick drags across my forehead again, and I think about tilting my head just enough to get his bulge in my mouth,but I don’t. Because I’d need to move to do that, and I don’t want to. Also, I want to see if Grant will get there on his own.
So I stay still. Let them use me.
And fuck, if that isn’t the best feeling in the world.
