For a quiet moment, Marcus just watched them, his hand between his legs, working himself slowly, eyes aglow with eagerness.
“Marcus…” Mickey whimpered breathlessly. “Suck me, Marcus…”
Hal quivered all over when Marcus swallowed his boyfriend’s dick and both he and Hal pleasured Mickey inside and out.
“Uh—uuhh!”Mickey wailed, urgently riding Hal’s cock. “Yes—yeesss! Fuck me, Hal! Fuck me so hard!”
Hal couldn’t have gone easy if he’d tried. His hands clamped the boy’s waist and he bounced him on his shaft, pumping Mickey’s rod down Marcus’ throat. “Ohfuck!”Hal cried out shakily. “Oh, my god—you’re gonna make mecum.”
Marcus sucked up the other boy’s shaft and pulled off him—then climbed onto his lap. He grinned at Hal, his face glistening and flushed, and sat down on Mickey’s dick.
Holy fucking shit!
The three of them went at it, fucking furiously as Hal wrapped both boys in his arms. He could feel all eyes on them—especiallyDylan’s.
•?•
Jack backed off Garrett and the two men sat up. “What the hell?” Garrett laughed, a perplexed look on his face. “They’re stealing our show?”
“Leave it to them to steal the spotlight.” Jack grinned.
Seconds later, Rich got the main camera rolling again, calling foractionfrom Dylan, Garrett, and Jack.
“All right.” Jack nodded. “Here we go. I guess we’re still in it.”
The two men remained upright. Jack rubbed Garrett’s back and kissed all across his shoulders, then slid his cock inside his boyfriend again. Garrett shuddered, sucked his fingers, and squeezed two of them into Dylan’s ass. A third digit quickly followed as Garrett worked them around, loosening up Dylan’s anal canal.
“Mm.” Jack peered over Garrett’s shoulder, his blue eyes growing hazy with lust. “Get him nice and ready, baby.” Jack pushed his cock deep inside Garrett, pulling a hard groan out of him.
“Fuck.”Garrett shuddered again, his breath uneven. Jack lubed up Garrett’s shaft as Garrett withdrew his fingers, then applied lube to Dylan’s ass as well. Garrett stared down at Dylan. “Ready?”
Across the room, Hal and the twins were going at it. Hal’s grunts and shouts engulfed Dylan, stimulating his body and mind. Dylan looked at Garrett, heart racing, and nodded.
Garrett smiled and gripped Dylan’s thighs, drawing Dylan to him. He touched the tip of his dick to Dylan’s greased hole and pushed in. His cock was thick and long, taking Dylan’s breath away as it squeezed in one slow inch at a time, stretching Dylan’s ass.
“Uuhh…uuuhhh…”Dylan gasped, his throat working and face pinching. Breath exploded out of him suddenly as Garrett pushed in a little deeper. He twisted his head and was immediately seized by Hal’s intense stare as the man furiously drove his cock into Mickey’s ass. Caught in his stare, a mental link seemed to form between them. Dylan swore he could literally feel the sexual ecstasy coursing through Hal’s body. Garrett’s cock became Hal’s as the two men matched rhythm, and with each thrust of Hal’s dick—Dylan felt it through Garrett’s cock.
Jack fucked Garrett, driving him into Dylan.
Hal fucked Mickey harder, eyes boring into Dylan.
He knew Hal felt it, too—they were fuckingeach other…by proxy.
Dylan trembled beneath Garrett, his emotions on overload. Garrett leaned down and kissed his lips, his hot breath puffing into Dylan’s mouth, pulling his stare from Hal.
“Oh fuck, Dylan…” Garrett panted against his mouth. “Fuck…you feel so good…”
Dylan grabbed onto Garrett’s hips and lifted to him, thrusting himself on the man’s cock. He looked at Hal, caught his eyes, and fused with him again—fuckedwith him again.
•?•
Hal couldn’t look away from Dylan. His eyes told him that Garrett was fucking Dylan, but the sensations coursing through his body and his cock insistedhewas the one fucking his friend—and that Dylan felt it, too.
Mickey swiveled his ass around and up and down on Hal’s dick, bouncing wildly in his lap as Marcus fucked him just as wildly. Hal clutched the boys desperately, pumping harder, faster—feeling his cock gliding in and out of Dylan’s ass.
It should’ve been me. I should be fucking him right now—for real—not Garrett.
He remained locked in Dylan’s stare and even from across the room, saw the truth in his best friend’s eyes; Dylan wanted it to be him. In his mind, itwasHal—he could see it on Dylan’s face.
