He lines himself up.
“Hi there,” he says, to my hole specifically, I think.
“Dude,” Miles says.
“What? I’m a gentleman.” Finn says, and then he shoves in with one rough thrust, bottoming out so fast I choke around Grant’s cockhead for the first time. “Fuck, dude. You’re still tight as hell.”
And that’s when he starts rabbit-fucking me like he’s trying to break a speed record.
It’s a lot.A fucking lot.
His shaft is shorter than Walker’s and not as thick, but he’s going at a pace that makesno sense, his hips snapping into my ass rapid-fire. He’s straight-up jackhammering my hole to pieces, no joke.
Man, did I say it’s a lot?
“Bro, what the fuck?” Walker says from somewhere on my left now.
“What?”
“What do you mean what, you’re pounding him like a dog, man.”
“I—this is how I fuck—”
“Like adog?” Grant says, from above my head, still rocking into my mouth.
Miles snorts. “Pretty sure he was a virgin ten seconds ago.”
“Fuck off,” Finn grunts, not slowing down, but his voice is tight like he’s about to blow already.
“There’s no way he’s had sex before. No woman has ever let him do that to her.”
“I’ve had plenty of—I’ve hadplenty—”
“Name one, bro,” Walker says.
“Sarah.”
“You talked to her twice.”
“We talked more than—you know what? This is not the time for this conversation.”
Walker laughs. “Bro goons to those anime girls with the tits bigger than their heads. He’s got no time for real women.”
“I like anime,” Finn says, with great dignity. “It doesn’t mean I’m a loser.”
The guys laugh because yeah, he totally is. Finn tells them all to go to hell and speeds up, which somehow makes it better because the angle shifts and those fast, shallow strokes drag against my rim in a way that makes my dick really happy.
Walker reaches over and takes my legs from Grant. “Got you, bro.”
“Thanks, man.” And now Grant’s got both hands free to cradle my head, tilting it more so he can shove his dick deeper down my throat.
There’s something based about this position—I can’t see anything anymore, and they can’t see my face. Grant’s massive thighs are clamped around my skull, his heavy, low-hanging nuts smothering my eyes and dragging wetly across my nose every single time he rocks forward. The ceiling is gone, Idaho is gone, there’s just his sack plastering my face, the suffocating musk of his sweat, and the stretch of his cock boring down my throat.
I don’t feel like a person anymore.
Grant shoves both his thumbs into the corners of my mouth, hooking the skin and stretching my lips apart like a piece ofrubber until the corners sting and threaten to rip. He holds me open like this, stretching my face into a permanent gaping hole so he can work his length in slow strokes that are nothing like the frantic pace Finn is setting.
“Look at this fuck-doll,” he says, low and rough and completely unlike his normal voice. “Not a single thought in that empty, dumb skull, huh? But you don’t need a brain when you’re just a communal meat-socket, do you?”
