Much as expected, Dylan took his time fingering Kaiden, lubing his hole, and readying him. Kaiden leaned forward, almost bending entirely over despite Rus being directly in frontof him. Not that Rus protested, in fact, he stared down at Kaiden with quite the voracious appetite.
“Well, well.” Rus unfastened his belt and fished out his dick, lightly slapping Kaiden with the head. Kaiden opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as Rus continued stroking his semi-erect cock and smacking Kaiden with it. Kaiden groaned from Dylan’s sudden withdrawal, and that prompted Rus to shove his cock into his mouth.
Kaiden gagged and gurgled and allowed Rus to take immediate control over his head as he attempted to bob fast enough to keep up with the insatiable desires. Meanwhile, the girth of Dylan’s cock rubbed against Kaiden’s exposed crack, the lube warming as their skin buzzed from the contact.
It wouldn’t be long. Kaiden knew any second, Dylan would push in, and the mere thought excited and terrified him—so much so, his throat tightened. It made it impossible for him to take Rus’ dick any further. Choking more than anticipated, he spit out Rus’ dick and panted.
“Sorry, I just need a second.”
“No worries, baby.” Rus ran the length of his dick along Kaiden’s face, teasing him with the head.
He’d bring the tip close to Kaiden’s lips, then pull it away.
“You ready?” Dylan asked, running his hand up Kaiden’s back until he reached about midway.
Kaiden arched, not an easy feat with his corset vest, even if he’d loosened it a bit when he stepped out earlier.
Dylan followed Kaiden’s prompting and pushed the head of his cock inside him. The immediate burn sent a shiver of pain surging through him. Kaiden let out a whimper.
“Relax.” Dylan trailed his hand over Kaiden’s lower back, holding him steady as he kept his cock in place.
It sat inside Kaiden, merely an inch or two, but enough for Kaiden to ache already.
“Focus on Rus and just relax your body,” Dylan instructed, moving his hands down to Kaiden’s hips and rocking forward ever so.
Kaiden groaned, opening his mouth in the process, and gratefully accepting Rus’ dick. The giant member constricting his throat muscles definitely distracted him from the massive shaft shoving its way inside him.
“And we’re in,” Dylan growled.
He rested a hand on the back of Kaiden’s head, his body stretched out on top of Kaiden entirely.
“You hear that, baby?” Rus asked, tilting Kaiden’s head just enough to look up at him.
Kaiden’s eyes watered from how deep Rus had shoved his dick.
Soon, Dylan began to thrust, taking slow strokes to ease his way deeper into Kaiden. Each pump came with a rhythmic grunt of satisfaction as Dylan quickly increased his pace. The further he pushed his cock into Kaiden, the more he believed it’d rip him open any second. Pain consumed him; even as he worked on Rus’ dick, the distraction became impossible.
The carpet offered the briefest of distractions, rubbing awkwardly against his knees and palms as he tried to stay firmly planted. Still, the ebb and flow of being spit-roasted jostled him in place.
Just when Kaiden thought he couldn’t endure anymore, just when he thought he’d buckle, when he’d need to pause, hisbody warmed in an entirely new way. The pain that’d radiated throughout every cell of his being had washed away, now replaced by this euphoric pressure. It struck everywhere, gliding across his skin and melding deep within his muscles.
Rus pulled out of Kaiden’s mouth as he moaned with pleasure. Dylan pressed his chest on Kaiden’s back and clasped his hand underneath Kaiden’s chin, turning his head to the side. Kaiden’s lips met Dylan’s, and the pair lost themselves in each other’s thrusts. Kaiden groaned into Dylan’s mouth, and Dylan growled right back at Kaiden. Each pump made Kaiden’s dick grow harder. Each buck of Dylan’s hips slapping against his skin sent an electric shiver of excitement. Each smack of their lips drew Kaiden deeper into the bliss of ecstasy.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dylan panted, gently grinding against Kaiden, and pushing his cock in and out at a steady rhythm.
“Probably the best boy,” Rus said, grabbing Kaiden on either side of his head and returning his gaze directly ahead.
Rus pushed his dick up to Kaiden’s mouth, and he greedily accepted, struggling to swallow as much as possible while Dylan continued ramming him from behind.
Kaiden lost himself in that second, stretching his jaw to further accommodate Rus, who bucked faster and harder. Dylan’s skin smacked against Kaiden, Rus’ fingers gripped a fistful of Kaiden’s hair. It seemed they both moved in unison, slamming as deep into Kaiden as they could from either end.
As Kaiden tilted his head to the side to make room for Rus’ curved cock continuing to slam hard into the back of his throat, he glimpsed the guys in the corner of his eye. They’d lifted one of their arms each, extending their hands to each other, and interlocking their fingers.
They grunted; eyes locked onto each other as they rammed into Kaiden. They were gods to him, glorious and triumphant. Kaiden let out muffled groans as Dylan thrust into him harder, his gurgles difficult to hear with Rus shoving in and out of his mouth.
Dylan took his free hand, slowly sliding it down Kaiden’s back and wrapping his fingers through the loops of his corset vest. He pushed Kaiden into a deeper arch and then seemed to tug on the strings. The pulls were commanding, guiding Kaiden, who remained in place but still attempted to follow Dylan’s unspoken instructions.
Rus wrapped a hand underneath Kaiden’s chin, encouraging him to take in more of his dick. As he fought to wedge his dick in deeper, Kaiden gagged.
