Katt had never thought of porn stars being in relationships. He supposed it could work if both, or however many, parties wereallporn stars. But if one of them wasn’t? He couldn’t imagine that working out so well, unless thenon-porn star wasvery understanding and didn’t possess a jealous bone in their body.
Why are you thinking about relationships between porn stars when you’re holding a giant cock in your hands?
“Go on, rub it,” Marcus urged, his soft, innocent voice vastly contrasting with the words coming out of his mouth. “Don’t be scared, it won’t bite.” He and Mickey giggled. Katt wasn’t so sure about that. He half-expected the tip to flare open and produceteeth.
Katt rubbed his palms tentatively along the shaft. The veins swelled like snakes beneath his touch, and the pulses rolling from root to tip made it feel like the thing was a living entity of its own. He squeezed slightly, and it caused the dick to jump. Katt’s pulse spiked a fraction; why did helikethat?
“No need to be so gentle,” Samson murmured, the deep baritone igniting Katt’s nerve endings. “He’s tough.”
“He is.” Marcus’s eyes flashed hotly. “You should see howhardwe ride him.Allof us.”
Mickey nodded. “You can’t hurt him.”
“The boy speaks true,” Lucas said. “And trust me, we put it to the test. That thing isinvincible.”
All the other guys backed him up.
“I…” Katt stared at thebeastin his grip. “… believe you.” He put more energy into his strokes, shocked when the shaft swelled even thicker in his grip, the girth straining his fingers apart. The stiff, controlled breaths sifting from Samson had a strange effect on Katt. His focus shifted downward, to the man’s lower stomach, where his defined abs clenched hard with each stroke, a shallow bead of sweat tracking the deep groove between them, tiny veins rising across the planes of muscle and branching toward his pelvis with each flex.
Katt tried with all his might to deny how much it turned him on toexcitethis colossus of a man, but the growing erection tightening his shorts made it difficult to ignore.
“You wanna know what hereallylikes?” Marcus went to his knees, slipping between Katt and Samson, and tugged Samson’s pants further down his thighs, freeing the full weight of him. He dragged his palms slowly up the man’s muscular inner thighs, fingers spreading as the skin grew warmer and softer toward the crease, until his hands met the heavy sack hanging beneath Samson’s cock. He cradled it carefully, feeling its dense warmth, the taut skin shifting under his thumbs as he rolled it gently in his palms. “He likes to have hisgoodieslicked and sucked while he’s getting jerked or blown.”
“Shit,” Royal snorted. “Don’t we all?”
Even Lucas had to agree with him on that.
Marcus giggled, thengulpedhalf the sack into his mouth. Samson’s breath caught sharply in his throat, and his lower abs clenched violently. His cock twitched hard in Katt’s fists and spat out more precum.
Pressing against Samson, Mickey’s left hand disappeared behind the man. Samson grunted, tensing even more. Katt stroked his cock with growing enthusiasm, only half aware of his own actions as Mickey’s left arm flexed repeatedly with whatever his hand was doing out of sight.
What do you think he’s doing? He’s fingering his ass!
The back of Marcus’s head lightly bumped Katt’s hard crotch as he sucked Samson’s balls, tugging them with his mouth. He slipped one of his hands between the man’s thighs and joined Mickey in his backdoor activity.
Samson gripped the edge of the pool table. His jaw locked as his facial muscles flexed, his face straining. The other men seemed content to watch, some groaning, and others whispering profanities as they jerked their own cocks with more vigor.
Theatmospherein the rec room crackled with sexual tension, and Katt was no more immune to it than the other men. He realized he was pressing his crotch against Marcus’s head, almostrubbingon the boy, as his hands worked desperately on Samson’s cock.
Katt’s body flushed as he gripped the thick, pulsating shaft, the heat of it searing his hands. He surrendered to the urge to roll his palms over the engorged, purple tip, slicking the pulsing flesh with ropes of glistening precum that clung to his fingers like webs. He smeared the viscous fluid down the thick shaft, feeling every throbbing vein as the beastly cock throbbed and swelled in his grip.
Samson craned his head back, jaw locked, tendons straining in his throat as low, strangled growls tore out of him with each breath. His powerful hips drove forward in a hard, rolling rhythm, fucking Katt’s fists with the full, slick weight of him—slow at first, then faster, more urgent, the thick shaft sliding hot and wet through Katt’s grip with every thrust.
The twins intensified their rear work, and Samson’s whole body surged forward with a sharp grunt, his cock forcing through Katt’s grip and dragging its slippery, leaking head up the front of his shirt, smearing a hot, translucent streak across the cotton, soaking through to the skin beneath.
Down between them, Marcus pushed his head back into Katt’s crotch,rollingagainst his throbbing erection. Samson’s cockhead snagged on the hem of Katt’s T-shirt, tugging it upward with each powerful thrust, the fabric peeling back like a second skin until the hot, slick length of him was gliding against Katt’s bare abdomen.
Katt’s stomach muscles clenched at the slippery friction, his eyes squeezing shut as he stroked Samson’s thick shaft, the copious precum coating his flesh like warm oil. The slick sounds of Samson’s cock sliding against his skin filled his ears, a filthysymphony that sent waves of heat pulsing through his groin. He was only vaguely aware of Marcus shifting between his legs until the sudden heat of the boy’s mouth engulfed his cock through his jeans, the wetness soaking through the denim as Marcus began to suck him in earnest, the moist friction igniting sparks of pleasure that jolted through his body.
Oh fuck… fuck…
His loins burned like lava. Katt helplessly pushed against Marcus’s talented mouth and jerked on Samson’s cock, knowing without consciously admitting it, that he desperately wanted tocumwith the man.
“Fuck…” Samson grunted and started to pull out of Katt’s grip.
“No…”Katt gasped with a tremor, his head light and fuzzy.“Don’t… stop…”He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus on was the burning in his loins and the sheer need tocum.
Samson took him at his word and drove his hips, forcing his cock through Katt’s fists, the slick shaft gliding against his bare stomach, leaving trails of hot precum. Through the fog of lust, Katt registered the sharp rasp of a zipper, and then Marcus’s mouth was on him, the wet heat of it searing through the thin cotton of his underwear. The fabric was barely a barrier as Marcus’s tongue pressed against his hard length, the suction drawing the cotton tight against his dick, outlining every throbbing vein.
