I think I’m crying too.
I think I’m saying a thousand things.
But I’m not sure about shit, just that my cock’s spilling over Grant’s fist in waves, and waves, and more waves. That my hole’s clenching around him rhythmically. And that somewhere in the middle of it all, Grant goes rigid underneath me.
“Fuuuck—” He bottoms out, burying himself to the hilt, and then he’s coming inside me. I’m being flooded, his cock pulsing with hard throbs while I’m still spurting in his fist.
Neither of us stops for a whole eternity. Grant goes back to pumping into my ass in these short grinding thrusts, riding it out. His fist keeps working my cock even though I’m spent and losing my mind from how sensitive I am.
“Dude,” Walker says, watching Grant’s hand on my cock. “Bro. He’s done.”
Grant doesn’t stop.
He keeps milking me, wringing every last twitch out of my oversensitive dick while he empties his balls. I’m leaking onto his fingers, twitching, my body locked up, shaking and about to fucking die.
Finally, when the last pulse fades, his hand stills.
But he’s still holding my cock. He’s still buried in my ass. I can feel things to a degree I was never able to feel before.
The room is dead silent except for Grant breathing hard against my neck and my own jagged gasps.
“Yo, Miles,” he says, after a second. “You close?”
“Very.”
“You wanna—”
“Nah, man, he’s done,” Miles says. “Just lift him up. Let me see his ass. I want to see what we did to it.”
“Dude’s gonna nut looking at a guy’s ass,” Finn says, grinning.
“Hell yeah, I am,” Miles says, completely unbothered, standing up and walking over. “That’s a top-tier fuckhole.”
Grant lifts me off his cock, dragging out the wet slide of his dick pulling through my loose walls. My rim tries to suck him back in, clenches on nothing, and hangs open. He folds me, my spine curving, my back pressed against his abs. My legs are yanked up and my ruined hole is put on display.
I’ve never felt more like a thing. Like a slab of meat on a table. Like something bought and paid for and used up.
Miles’ eyes lock onto the sloppy mess of me. Spread wide. Ruined. A hole that’s been used and used and used until it doesn’t even try to close anymore.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, stroking his cock harder. “Look at that hole. It’s fucking ruined.”
He’s right. I can feel the way my rim is puffy, swollen and loose. The way Grant’s cum is dripping out of me, sliding down my taint and pooling on the floor. The way my hole keeps twitching and fluttering, like it’s still trying to milk a cock that’s already gone.
Walker and Finn crowd in closer.
“Dude. His ass is straight-up broken,” Walker says, sounding way too delighted about it.
Finn whistles low. “Factory defect or performance upgrade?”
“Upgrade,” Grant rumbles, giving my thigh a rough smack. He digs his fingers into the meat of my ass, prying me open even wider. “This is what a perfect fuckhole looks like.”
Miles steps up and presses the wet tip of his cockhead right against my gape, hovering right there on the doorstep without pushing in. Letting me feel the heat of his meat without giving me a single inch of it.
That’s the most degrading fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, because Miles isn’t even bothering to fuck me. He isn’t even treating me like a fleshlight anymore. A fleshlight you fuck. A fleshlight you thrust into. I’m not even worth that.
He’s treating me like a dirty cumrag that doesn’t deserve his cock.
My asshole blinks against the smooth crown of his dick,so hungryfor it, clenching on air as it practically begs him to stuff me full.
