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Maison bucks against the rack, twisting his head the best he can to glare at Travis. “Don’t! Don’t fucking touch him! For fuck’s sake, please! Leave the poor boy alone!”
“I’ll just tell him you say hi,” Travis says with a smirk. Then he nods at the men in the hallway. “Have fun, gentlemen.”
Men filter in, Chris at the front of them all. He’s coating his cock with lube, apparently deciding he’s first. He’s not the only one with their cock already in hand.
My breath catches as reality hits me square in the chest. We never thought of prep. All of the careful planning, all of the back and forth on what we’re willing to do and what would be realistic, and three gay men never fucking thought about prep.
They’ll rip Maison apart. Just enough lube to keep themselves from experiencing pain, but nothing more. If they use him like that, he might never fully recover.
“Me first,” I blurt just before Chris reaches him.
Chris’s shoulders drop, but he understands the hierarchy. If I want first, it's mine to take.
Thankfully, I have lube in my pocket, always keeping a packet or two handy just in case. I squeeze way too much onto my hand as I sidle up behind Maison, pretending to be struggling with my belt as I quickly press two slick fingers between his ass cheeks.
"Push out and breathe," I whisper in his ear, fully aware of how shaky and choked my voice sounds. "You're going to be alright, buddy."
Maison presses back against me even as he growls a string of angry curses, his hole fluttering as I push globs of lube into him. I scissor my fingers quickly, trying to loosen the muscles the best I can as Maison pretends to fight. I can hear the men behind us laughing and spitting insults. Someone mentions Carter as I unzip my pants with my free hand. A broken, awful sound escapes Maison as he's told how well his baby brother takes their boss’s cock.
I try to ignore it all as I frantically tug at my cock, trying to get it hard enough to penetrate him. I should have borrowed one of Travis’s pills. I was naïve thinking I could avoid doing this tonight. I fucked up.
I close my eyes as I add more lube to my cock. The men haven't noticed the delay yet, but they will any second now.
“Please,” Maison whispers, his head hung. “Please do it.”
Get it the fuck together, Jake.
Desperate to give him what he needs - what he’s begging for- I shamelessly let my mind go to my newest fantasy.
We’re not on the lounge chair anymore. We’re in our room. I have Casey pinned to the wall, unable to wait a second longer after getting teased by his fingers down by the pool. He’s naked and keeping his hands on the wall like a good boy, panting in excited anticipation, his ass pushed out like a desperate plea to be fucked.
I push forward as I picture that beautiful body naked and ready for me. I've seen the curve of Casey's ass. With the proper nutrition - which he'd of course have in the fantasy because I would take such good care of him - his ass would be fucking perfect. Just as plump and tight as the ass my hands grab now.
The body in front of me is trembling. I pretend it's Casey, the boy overwhelmed with how badly he needs his daddy's cock.
I'll give it to you, little one, I tell the fantasy boy in my head as I bury my cock inside his hot, wet hole. I let my head fall back, a moan slipping from my lips as I bottom out. Fuck, that's tight. But you take daddy's cock so good, don't you, baby?
Casey would moan and whimper and nod, agreeing that he's a good boy, agreeing that he's perfect for his daddy's cock.
I take the boy hard and fast, relishing in the soft, broken sounds he makes.
More, daddy, he'd beg. Harder. Please.
It's been so fucking long since I've buried myself inside of someone. It's been years.
I can't be blamed for how quickly my orgasm comes barreling forward.
Come inside me, daddy. Please. I need your cum.
I toss my head back and come, tensing the moment my eyes fall open to see it's Maison in front of me. Reality rips its way through my chest as my body shudders. It's the most unsatisfying orgasm of my fucking life, but it doesn't matter because my cock continues to pulse waves of cum into Maison's hole regardless, making him even slicker for the next guy. I use the time to rotate my hips, dragging my cock along Maison's walls to stretch him out the best I can. Bile burns my throat, the taste of it at the back of my tongue, but I swallow over and over and force myself to continue moving until every ounce of my cum is inside my friend and his rim has been thoroughly stretched.
"It’s okay," Maison whispers when I press my face into his neck, such a good leader that he’s fucking comforting me instead of focusing on himself. “Thank you, J.”
I’m only able to manage a strangled sort of sound before stumbling away from him and shoving my still-wet cock back into my pants. Chris pushes past me, already lining himself up with Maison’s hole.
Maison makes a sound like he's been punched in the gut, but it's not a scream or a sob, and when I peek at Chris's cock as he pulls back out, there's no blood on it.
It doesn't make me feel better.
