For a fleeting instant, he was ambushed by thoughts of his life after this place. Would this simply be an experience he put behind him and forgot about? Would Hallethim forget about it? Did he want to forget?
Before he could consider an answer, Garrett’s lips wrapped around his cock head and began sucking him in inch by inch.
“Uh!” Dylan clutched the comforter, his body trembling. “Oh…fuck…”
Garrett swallowed his dick and held him deep in his throat, his strong mouth and tongue sucking and working his hard flesh as he dragged Dylan’s pants off his hips.
“Uuh…god…”Pumping his hips, Dylan rocked his engorged shaft inside Garrett’s mouth, sliding it down his tight throat canal over and over. His balls tightened, a fierce sexual ache webbing through his full sack and creeping up the crack of his ass, puckering his hole. He willed Garrett to plunge his fingers inside him and seconds later his wish was granted. “Uuh! Fuck…”
The digits went deep—two of them—stroking and scissoring inside his ass. Garrett moaned around his cock and sucked him harder as he located that magic spot within and massaged the special gland until Dylan was practically bucking on the bed, his cries magnified in the large, spacious room. Outside of the sexual haze somewhere, he thought he heard the twins’ own moans and whimpers. Were they fucking in the chair?
Dylan found the thought startlingly stimulating and his orgasm surged closer to the surface.
•?•
“Uh!” Hal’s back smacked the wall as Lucas drove him to the head of the bed, his cock buried to the hilt in his ass, fucking him furiously. “Fuck!”he clawed Lucas’ back and drove his heels into the mattress and pillows, pumping wilding on the man’s thick, hard rod. “Holyfuck—fuck me—harder!”
Lucas grinned, his face flushed and glistening, and fucked him harder. He clutched Hal’s head and crushed his mouth in a kiss as he pounded Hal’s ass, bumping him against the wall. “Fuck yeah!” he panted heavily, grunting with each powerful thrust of his hips. “Think they’re keeping up with us?” He laughed and devoured Hal in another wild kiss.
Wedged between their scorching damp bodies, Hal’s hard cock leaked cum juice and his balls swelled painfully. He was so close to cumming…so fucking close…
The sounds from down the hall reached the free-for-all room and Dylan’s wails of ecstasy filled his head. Were they already fucking? His dick stretched at the memory of being with Dylan that other night. He squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly imagined it wasDylanfucking him so good and hard right now. The fantasy ignited him and he shoved Lucas down on the bed and straddled him, riding his cock vigorously.
“Yeah, baby!” Lucas howled and clamped his hips, drilling his ass as their raucous activity bounced them on the bed. “Ride that cock like a man!”
Hal dug his fingers into Lucas’ hard chest and rocked furiously up and down his shaft. “Uuh!”Dylan’s cries drove him on, propelling him toward the edge. This time, he imagined himself in the other room, doing all the things to his best friend that was making him shout out in raw ecstasy.
Was it a mistake bringing him here? Why hadn’t he just fucked Dylan himself—like he really wanted to?
•?•
“Oh fuck…fuck…I’m gonnacum…”Dylan gasped sharply and clawed fistfuls of the blanket, his hips arching stiffly as Garrett engulfed his cock and worked his fingers deep in his ass. His throat worked, and tears of ecstasy and emotion blurred his vision. “Oh my god…”
Garrett slowly pulled off him and out of him. He sat back on his heels and lightly stroked Dylan’s pulsing member. Milky juice bubbled at the tip. He was right there, ready to blow his wad as the well of cum churned in his balls, ready to surge up through his cock. Garrett smiled at him, his handsome face glossy with sweat and deeply flushed. “How is it so far?” he rasped. “Are you glad you’re here?”
The man was hazy visage perched between Dylan’s thighs. Again, images from the night with Hal formed in his head and he fleetingly imagined it was Hal sitting there stroking his cock, so ready to fuck him.
Garrett leaned over the top of him and rested on one arm. His other hand wrapped securely around Dylan’s shaft, very slowly sliding up and down his engorged flesh…squeezing out drop after drop of cum juice. He lowered just enough to kiss Dylan on the mouth. “Do you want to stop, or…” He tightened his grip just a fraction and stroked him a little harder, pulling a shuddered gasp from Dylan.
Do you want to stop?Dylan was too far gone to stop. He needed to cum. But he knew that wasn’t what Garrett was asking. Either way, Garrett would get him off. What he wanted to know was if Dylan was prepared to take it to the next level.
A couple rooms down, he could hear Lucas and Hal going at it like animals. That troubling pressure resurfaced, pinching his chest. He didn’t understand the cause or even what it meant. He stared into Garrett’s eyes while Hal’s frenzied cries of sexual pleasure bombarded his senses.
Garrett kissed him softly. “What do you want to do, Dylan?” he whispered. “It’s up to you?”
“I…” Dylan swallowed and blinked back the dampness in his eyes. “I…don’t want to stop.”
Garrett smiled. “Neither do I.” He kissed him again, then kissed down his trembling body. He sucked his cock for a few strokes then straightened up and removed his clothes. His member was rock hard and dripping cum juice. He covered Dylan’s body and rubbed his dick against Dylan’s cock, settling down on top of him. His arms went around Dylan and they kissed with deep passion as Garrett rolled his hips and stroked their members together.
It felt good. So fucking good. Dylan ran his hands up Garrett’s strong back then down again, cupping his hard ass. He opened his legs and lifted to the man. Garrett thrust against him with added urgency. “Oh, my god…”Dylan’s head went light as the porn star’s hard dick and full balls massaged Dylan toward orgasm. His hands shook, and fingers absently slipped between Garrett’s ass cheeks, his middle digit rimming the man’s hole.
“Mm,” Garrett moaned into his mouth and arched his ass a little, urging Dylan to penetrate him.
Dylan had never had his fingers inside anyone’s ass before but Garrett’s eagerness for Dylan to enter him brushed away his inhibitions. He circled the man’s hole a few more times then slowly squeezed his finger through the tight ring. His inner cave was like velvet and so fucking warm. Dylan shuddered as his cock grew a fraction harder.
“Yes.” Garrett shivered and panted into Dylan’s mouth. “Fuck, that feels good.” He kissed him. “Deeper.”
It shocked Dylan how much it thrilled him to pleasure Garrett. He’d been solely focused on what Garrett was doing to him that he hadn’t thought about returning the favor—or if he was even capable of bringing pleasure to a seasoned porn star. But Garrett’s reaction was genuine—or else he was one hell of a great actor. And maybe he was. He made his living performing on screen.
Acting or not, Garrett’s response to his finger was turning up the heat inside Dylan, urging him to plunge deeper in search of that coveted magic button.
