“Yeah, for being best dressed.”
“You really should’ve entered that costume contest,” Dylan said with a mouthful of pizza, and his eyes locked on the TV screen. “Bet you’d have at least placed.”
Rus boasted, puffing his chest out and running his hands over the fine fabric of his top.
“So what kind of prize are you thinking?” Dylan asked, completely oblivious to Kaiden, who slowly unfastened Rus’ slacks.
“One where you’ll definitely wish you put a bit more effort into your costume,” Kaiden said, flinging his pink cowboy hat off and at the TV.
“I don’t know.” Dylan shrugged. “Seems like a lot of work for—”
“Oh fuck,” Rus groaned as Kaiden wrapped his lips around his cock.
“Well, damn.” Dylan turned back.
“You just going to sit there, darling?” Rus asked in character, running his fingers through Kaiden’s hair.
His head bobbed up and down, taking in a bit more of Rus each time.
“Absolutely not.” Dylan tossed the control aside and rolled off the edge of the bed.
As he crawled over to them, Rus half expected Dylan to pull off Kaiden’s jeans, tossing them next to the pink boots he’d already set in the corner. However, instead of working Kaiden’s cock over, Dylan crawled behind Rus and played with his ass.
“Hell,” Rus whimpered at the suddenness of Dylan’s tongue tickling his hole. “I’ve never, uh…fuck…”
His legs trembled as he stood there with Kaiden sucking him off and Dylan teasing and tasting his hole.
The wobble in his stance didn’t go unnoticed. Rus felt Kaiden shift just enough to wrap his arms around Rus’ sides, offering a bit of reinforcement. Dylan didn’t help, though, merely playing with Rus’ cheeks like putty as he dove in, licking his ass.
Rus had never had a rim job before, let alone a rim job while getting a blow job. He’d only eaten ass a handful of times himself, and truthfully, he didn’t grasp the appeal. That all changed with Dylan’s technique, the way his hands kneaded his butt, the way his tongue moved with precision. There was a gentleness with how he lathered his hole with long licks, and an aggressiveness with how he poked his tongue just enough to enter Rus.
At first, the sensation consumed him in the best way, warming his entire body and leaving his muscles weak. But whether from the alertness of standing at attention or the way Dylan’s tongue pushed in deeper, Rus nearly jumped from the startling sensation.
“Whoa, was that your tongue, or are you using fingers now?”
Dylan pulled back but still kept his hands on Rus’ cheeks. “No hands, promise. If you’re not cool with a little prodding, I can stop, though.”
“No, no, you’re good,” Rus panted. “Just unexpected.”
“Trust me. Ride the wave, sweetie.”
Rus had been very forward about his lack of bottoming experience, and as far as Dylan and Kaiden knew, Rus held no interest in bottoming. Not entirely true. There was a small curiosity, the tiniest of desires, but he’d always assumed the top role. Staying strictly top came easier.
Plus, much like now, there was a certain vulnerability that came with surrendering control. All the same, he rather enjoyed handing the reins over to Dylan and Kaiden, allowing them to dictate his pleasures, work him over to full satisfaction.
They continued for some time, the muscles in Rus’ legs grew tired, but he found himself floating at the same time. He couldn’t explain it or comprehend it. Part of him would much rather lieback and bask in these vibrant sensations. But the longer he stood there, the more minutes that passed, the more Rus found himself lost to the pleasures. Time didn’t slow, despite finding himself lost in this moment, Rus noticed nearly fifteen minutes had gone by.
Electrifying tingles trailed along his skin. Pulses of excitement sent his mind surging far and wide. Every time he took a deep breath to bite back the exhilaration, his body stirred. Restless and quivering and on the verge of…
“Fuuuck.” Rus bit his lip. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”
Between the way his body quaked from Dylan’s mouth, to the stimulation of Kaiden’s very strong head game, Rus knew he’d cum any moment. Kaiden stroked the full length of Rus’ shaft, focusing on the head of his cock by rotating his tongue.
Rus bucked a bit erratically, unable to help it as he came closer and closer to climaxing. Dylan didn’t relent, merely grabbed hold of Rus’ hips and shoved his face in deeper to continue eating Rus’ ass.
It was intoxicating.
Rus’ little thrusts must’ve been Kaiden’s cue because he did his damnest to deep throat the entirety of Rus’ cock—nearly taking in the whole thing.
