“Guess he likes the taste of dirty bro-cock,” Finn says, cracking a grin.
Grant groans at that, his cock pulsing hard. “Gonna shove it straight down his neck, then. Make this little cocksucker choke on my meat.”
I don’t. I won’t. Even when he shoves deeper, even when my eyes water and my throat clenches, I stay pliant, let him use me. Let them all use me.
Miles fists my length, anchoring his thumb right beneath the flared head to give me a sticky tug. “He’s leaking so much. Are you guys wrecking him that good?”
“Can’t help it, man,” Walker grunts, his breath rattling in his throat as his balls hit wetly against my taint. “His ass is just fucking perfect.”
“He really looks like a fuck-doll,” Finn says, still palming his own dick.
It’s funny, honestly, watching these guys gawk at me. I might be the one pinned down, but they’re the ones completely losing their grip, practically tripping over their own dicks just to get a look at my junk.
Then Grant puts the cherry on top.
“Fuck—his mouth, man,” he groans, fucking slowly into my mouth. “Who knew he had a face-pussy this good?”
Finn snorts and Walker laughs, reaching over me to high-five Grant.
“Tonight I’m learning shit I didn’t want to learn,” Miles says while still playing with my rock-hard cock.
He’s correct as always.
Well, mostly.
I never pegged Grant for a dirty talker. I didn’t think he had a degrading bone in his massive body, let alone a mouth that filthy. But the real shocker is how completely unfazed he is. There’s zero awkwardness in turning a bro into a total hoe right here on the cushion. And the absolute mind-fuck is how my dick is reacting to the view from the bottom. Hearing him talk that nasty has my shaft jabbing hard against Miles’ palm, pulsing and throwing off a fresh, heavy leak—because apparently, being face-fucked and having Grant call my mouth apussyis exactly what my dong likes.
He feeds me another inch of monster cock, my spit dripping down my face now that my mouth is full of man meat. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back at an angle that straightens my throat and lines everything up perfectly to fuck smooth and deep, treating my face exactly how he described it. A pussy.
I don’t gag when the swollen cockhead is forced inside.
And that’s weird as hell.
Every girl who’s ever gone down on me has gagged, like immediately. Grant is significantly bigger than I am and he’s throat-fucking me now. My eyes are watering and my jaw aches and there’s drool everywhere, but my throat is just opening for him.
This is a wild thing to discover about yourself on a Friday night. And I feel a hot rush of something that’s embarrassingly close to pride as more of his cock fills my throat and I just take it.
“Damn,” Finn says. “That’s a lot of meat going down.”
“Fuck, yeah—keep his throat filled, bro. It makes him tighter,” Walker agrees.
“Fuck!” Grant grunts, his balls resting against my nose as he bottoms out. “Fuck, his throat’s gripping me so good, man!”
Miles licks my chest, twisting my nipple. “Think he’s gonna cum like this?”
Finn laughs. “Bet he does.”
Walker’s hips stutter. “Fuck, I knowIam.”
His rhythm gets stronger, his hips slamming into me with so much force it makes my whole body rock, forcing me to take Grant’s cock even deeper down my gullet with every single hit.
“Fuck, yeah—fuck,” Walker grunts. His hands dig into my hips, his balls slapping against my ass in a much more desperate rhythm now. Fuck me, the impact is hitting so hard I’m starting to wonder if I’d like it if they just started spanking me too. “Fuck yeah… fuck, fuck, gonna cum…”
“Don’t dump inside, bro,” Finn says, sounding way too casual for how wrecked I feel. “We don’t wanna deal with a sloppy hole after.”
Walker curses under his breath but listens, pulling out at the last second. He beats off in two rough strokes and then he’s blasting, hot streaks painting my skin as he rides his orgasm, shoving his cock back into me halfway just to milk himself through the finish. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, still hard but losing rhythm, makes my own dick twitch like crazy.
Finn and Miles start arguing over who’s next, but Finn’s already got his pants shoved down to his thighs before Miles can even finish saying “rock-paper-scissors.” Finn wins by default, grinning like he planned it that way, and climbs onto the couch.
