Kit playing doll doesn’t change his biological responses. He can’t shut his body off. His ass is clenching rhythmically around my tongue like his body sayingyeswithout his consent or input. His thighs are trembling. His dick is twitching so hard I know he’s grinding the head on the mattress every time his body bucks.
Judging by how hard he’s twitching, I’d bet money nobody’s ever eaten him out like this, so I’ll make sure I ruin him for anything else.
I scope his cock through his thighs, drag my fingers through all that pre he leaked, and ram them back into his hole.
Then I bury my face between his cheeks again.
Somewhere above me the guys are passing a beer, making commentary, and at least one of them is audibly stroking already. But that’s their business. I’m busy.
I reach under Kit again, but this time I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so hard it’d be like grabbing a rock if it weren’t pulsing so bad. I stroke him fast, tongue-fucking his hole in sync, and the guys go quiet because they know what’s coming.
Kit doesn’t make a sound when he comes, but his body betrays his doll mode—his ass clenches around my tongue, his dick pulses in my fist, and his hips fuck forward into my grip once like he can’t help it. I milk him through it, spitting another glob of saliva into his used hole just to watch it drip out of him.
Then I pull back.
I smear my hand through the cum he just painted on the sheet and ram three fingers right back into his raw hole. His ass spasms around my digits, his body twitching from his orgasm, and I groan at the way his rim sucks me in.
“Holy shit, dude,” Finn wheezes, his voice cracking. “You’re not really gonna—?”
“Fuck him with his own load?” I finish, twisting my fingers deeper until I can hear his ass squelching with spit and cum. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
I pop my fingers out, watching his rim flutter around nothing, and finally yank my jeans open. My cock springs free, leaking pre-cum all over, and the guys erupt into a chorus of groans and half-laughs.
“Man, he’s just like Grant.”
“I don’t dothat!”
“Didn’t peg you for the sloppy seconds type, bro.”
“I’m full of surprises,” I mutter, spreading the rest of Kit’s cum over my dick, mixing it with my own juice until I’m glistening.
The guys are staring—at my cock, at Kit’s ass, at the mess I’m about to make—and it’s absolutelyhilarious.A bunch of straight bros, beers in hand, getting hard watching me prep to rail their bro doll.
“That’s a nice dick, bro,” Walker says with what I can only assume to be locker-room honesty.
I snort. “Thank you?”
“I’m not— I’m just—”
“I know.”
I pull my shirt off with my clean hand, and line my cock up with Kit’s taint, dragging the head through his crack and painting him with my pre-cum.
It’s a fucking great sight.
His broad shoulders taper down to a genuinely absurd tight waist before swelling out into those two round globes. Between them, that ruined hole, still fluttering and failing to close, all flushed and soaking wet. And then my cock, thick and dark against his skin, about to claim it all.
The lube bottle’s nowhere in sight, so I glance at Walker—he’s already got his dick out, jacking it with a glazed-over look.
“Where’s the lube?” I ask. Walker reaches behind him without looking and tosses it to me with a grin.
“Bro, it’s already soaked,” Finn says, laughing around the mouth of his beer. “You trying to drown it?”
I pop the cap off with my teeth, and press the opening right against Kit’s hole, squeezing until the lube spills over his rim, dripping down his crack in thick streaks.
Kit makes a tiny sound.
The tiniest thing, barely a breath. But I hear it.
