I’ve lived with Grant for two years. I know the loud version and the annoyed version and the mature version. I have never heardthisversion, though. This one is something that lives underneath all those others, and only comes out, apparently, when he’s fucking something tight and good.
“Such a perfect face-slit,” he says, rubbing his cockhead against my tongue. “Gonna fill your whole airway with this hard cock. You want that, you dirty cocksucker? You want me to clog this pretty mouth with my meat?”
He obviously doesn’t wait for an answer.
Grant shoves his cock all the way down my throat and stays there, his balls pressing into my nose, smothering me. The stretch burns, my throat fluttering wildly, but he doesn’t pull back, just keeps grinding deeper like he’s trying to bury himself in my fucking esophagus.
“You’re close, aren’t you, doll? So fucking close to realizing you’re nothing but a hole for men to dump their grease in.”
Finn’s dick throbs inside my ass when my body instinctively clenches, air-starved, desperate andso fucking turned on.
“Fuck, man—keep him like that,” Finn groans, his thrusts turning sloppy as my insides tighten around him. “Holy shit—fuck, fuuuck...”
Fingers suddenly curl around my throat from somewhere above, a thumb pressing into the bulge where Grant’s cock stretches me wide.
“Holy shit,” Miles murmurs, dragging his thumb down the line of my throat, tracing Grant’s shaft through my skin. “You can see his dick pulsing inside.”
Grant grunts, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck—do that again.”
“It’s gross, man. Feels like I’m jerking you off through his neck.” But he still does it, his fingers working my throat in slow strokes that have Grant cursing above me and his cock jumping like crazy. “How the fuck he’s not gagging?”
“Because he was born to be a cocksucker.” Grant says, conversationally. My hole clenches. “Filthy little doll, just taking meat like a good whore because that’s all it’s useful for. What a dirty fucking cockslut.”
Walker laughs. “Yeah, yeah, man, but he’s gonna start choking soon.”
“Bet his ass will feel fucking incredible when he’s choking,” Finn groans.
Grant’s nuts are pressed on my nose; Miles is working Grant through my throat; and Finn is making sounds that suggest he’s losing his fucking mind. I am so far gone that the part of me that usually runs a thousand thoughts has gone completely quiet.
Like Grant said, there’s nothing up there.
Just this.
Just me being a useful set of holes.
My cock throbs hard, and I leak so much pre-cum that for a second I think I’m pissing myself.
I’m so gone that even that would be a turn-on.
“Look at this pathetic fucking thing,” Grant says, flicking the head of my dick. “You’re so hard from doing nothing, you lazy cumslut.”
Finn slams into me, really losing it now, his hips snapping forward like he’s trying to drill through the couch and into the floor.
“He’s gonna be so loose from that,” Walker says, smacking my ass. “Come on, bro, ruin that tight little hole more.”
“You hear that, doll?” Grant asks, his dick still pulsing inside my throat with no hurry to leave. “They wanna wreck your tight little cunt. You gonna be a good toy and take it?”
I almost nod.
Finn, apparently inspired by it all, says: “Yeah, take that—take my dong in your pussy, whore.”
And that’s how I find out that wanting to laugh in the middle of being face-fucked works as a turn off because you’ll fucking choke half to death. Grant finally pulls out and lets me catch a breath for a split second before stuffing my mouth again.
“Finn, man,” Miles says, sounding annoyed.
“I’m talking dirty—”
“Just fuck him and shut up.”
