Finn groans, moving away and letting go of my hair. They’re all in my line of sight again, except Grant, and I wish I were staring at the ceiling because Finn’s horny face is kinda gross.
“Fuck, I wanna go again,” he says, staring at my mouth. It’s not a mystery what he’s thinking.
“Dude,” Miles says from the floor, smoking a joint. “You just drained your balls. Chill.”
“So?” He grips his obvious hard-on.
“That’s not normal, man.”
“Bro, don’t say that while you’re stroking your own meat,” Walker says.
“I’m not stroking,” Miles says, while stroking.
“Your hand is literally on your dick, bro.”
“I’m justfondlingit.”
“That’s stroking.”
“Whatever, man.”
Grant chooses that second to pull me completely off his cock and drop me back down with full force. The sound is nasty as hell, but not as nasty and loud as the sound Finn makes.
He grabs my hand.
“C’mon, Kit, I need—” Finn’s voice cracks, and then he’s shoving his cock into my limp palm. He wraps my fingers around his shaft and starts pumping, using my hand like it’s a cheap pocket pussy. “Just like that—fuck, yeah—”
His dick’s hard and slick again. Like, embarrassingly hard. Pathetically desperate.
“Bro,seriously?” Walker’s voice drips with disdain.
“He wasn’t using it,” Finn defends himself, like this is perfectly reasonable.
And he’s right. I wasn’t using it. My hand’s just hanging there, useless, five fingers attached to a doll, and Finn found a purpose for it. That’s within the spirit of the arrangement. So I let him fuck my loose grip while Grant keeps wrecking my ass.
“Fuck, I’m close—”
Walker snorts. “Such a fucking virgin.”
“I already said I’m not—”
“You blew in one minute the first time and now you’re humping his hand like a horny dog.”
“It’s been a stressful week,” Finn says with zero shame.
My other hand gets picked up about ten seconds later.
Walker wraps it around his own shaft, grumbling about how if the rookie gets a turn, he’s getting one too.
“Man, you such a hypocrite,” Finn says, his voice cracking on the last word.
I agree with Finn. I can feel how hard and throbbing Walker is, and every time he fucks into my hand I can feel his balls tighten up against my knuckles.
Miles exhales a lazy cloud of smoke, glasses slightly askew.
“Fucking animals, the lot of you,” he says while still working his own meat, eyes glued to where Grant’s cock keeps disappearing into me.
Walker turns to him, his hips rocking into my grip. “Says the guy who already filled him up and is still jerking to the show.”
