by K. C. Wells
Tate stroked my hair as I rocked back and forth on his girth, keeping up a constant litany of how fucking good it felt, and how he was going to feed me his hot load.
“Oh, nice. Look at this.” Jake’s tone held appreciation. Seconds later, I groaned around Tate’s dick as someone pulled on my butt plug, before my body sucked it back into my hole. Then the plug was gone, and a slick cock pressed against the loosened ring. “Fuck, this is going to feel so good,” Jake moaned.
“Here.” Tate shoved a small brown bottle under my nose, and I helped myself to a hit. It didn’t take long to feel the effects, and I shuddered as Jake drove his bare dick into me without preamble. Not that I could say a word, as another bare cock filled my mouth. Stuffed at both ends by raw dick. That was a first right there. Then all such thoughts vanished as Jake proceeded to fuck me, slamming his body against my ass.
“Oh my God, the way it fucking slides right in.” He grabbed hold of my jock and held on as he thrust into me, while Tate held onto my head and pumped his dick down my throat. They got into a rhythm, aided by the thump of the music, and I rocked between them, loving the sensations.
Damon knelt beside me, his hand on my shaft, stroking it gently, working it. “That feel good?” His eyes were focused on me.
I couldn’t reply. My mouth was full. Instead I moaned enthusiastically, and tried to nod my head. Damon grinned. “Me next.” He got to his feet, pumping his meaty dick.
“Oh no you don’t,” RD called out. One moment I was full to the hilt with Jake’s cock, the next, RD was plowing into me, his fingers digging into my hips. “Oh my fucking God. You get to fuck this ass all the time? When did you sell your soul, Damon? Boy’s got a hole that was made to be fucked.” He drove his shaft all the way home, and I cried out with sheer fucking joy. Oh my fucking God, that Prince Albert… It was like being rubbed on the inside in just the right way.
Jake was at my head, gently pushing Tate aside before he brushed his dick against my lips. “Wanna taste of your ass?” Then he pushed deep, and there were no more cries as I was filled again and again.
“Say you want it harder,” RD demanded, thrusting into me.
“Harder, sir,” I gasped out, as Jake freed my mouth.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
“Harder, sir!” Then his hands were on my shoulders, and he was yanking me back onto that thick cock, over and over, as Jake bent down to kiss me, his tongue doing deep, while the music pumped through the air, the floor, our bodies, pushing us on with a relentless pulse.
One cock began to blur into another, as they all took turns impaling me. I moaned when Damon sank all the way into me, his hands on my waist as he filled me with his meaty shaft. “That’s it, boy. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I pushed back hard, rocking onto it, loving the way he slid into me in one long glide, before spearing me with a series of short, quick thrusts. When he stopped, I moaned in frustration, until a hot tongue lapped over my hole. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” I straddled the bench, spreading my legs as wide as I could, thankful for the respite.
“You like that?” RD asked. “Tate’s tongue in your ass?”
Damon chuckled. “That’s one thing you’ll never hear—Pete complaining about getting rimmed. He’d have me eat his ass all day if he could.”
I didn’t laugh. I was too busy relishing Tate’s talented tongue. “That feels… amazing.” Hands spread my cheeks, giving him more access.
“You should see it from our viewpoint,” Jake said with a snicker. “Tate on his back, his face pressed into your crack, Damon spreading you, stretching you wide for Tate’s tongue…”
“Ready for my cock again,” RD announced. “Tate, you stay put.”
Seconds later I arched my back and groaned as RD thrust into me, slick and hot. I could still feel Tate’s tongue, lapping over my balls and taint. That wasn’t all he was doing.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Lick my shaft before I stick it inside him,” RD moaned. “God, yeah, keep doing that.” The dual assault on my sac and hole felt exquisite.
Damon was at my side, gripping the back of my neck as Jake thrust his cock into my mouth, all the way to the root.
The combination of sounds, smells and sensations was too much. I knew I wasn’t that far from coming. When Jake pulled free of me, I shuddered out one word. “Close!”
To my horror, everything stopped, and the men stepped away from me.
Damon helped me to my feet. “Oh no. You’re not to cum. We’re not done with you yet. We haven’t even gotten to the finale.”
I gaped at him.
There’s a finale?
Finale
Damon
I lay on my back on the bench, holding my dick around the base. “Climb aboard,” I said with a grin. Tate threw me the bottle of lube, and I applied a liberal coating. Pete gazed down at me, obviously perplexed. “You’ll find all the answers you seek when you sit on this cock,” I assured him, trying to keep my face straight. God, that was corny.
Pete apparently felt the same way. He laughed and straddled me, reaching back to guide me into his hole. He sank down with a satisfied groan, until I was balls deep inside him. No sooner was my dick buried to the hilt, than I began fucking up into him, loving the shudders that coursed through him, the way he grabbed hold of my pecs and squeezed.
“That’s it. You love riding this dick, don’t you?”
The look on his face was answer enough. “I can never get tired… of this dick…” He leaned back, his hands on my thighs, shuddering as I drove into him.
Too far away.
“Come here,” I said softly, pausing, and Pete bent over to kiss me, his hands on my face, my neck, my chest. Then he sat upright, rocking back and forth, his own cock rigid and pointing up into the air, slick with pre-cum.
I gave Jake the nod, and he stepped forward to pour yet more lube down Pete’s crease, making sure it coated my shaft too. Pete rolled his hips, his eyes closed, looking as gorgeous as he always did when he let go and just… felt. RD straddled my head and held out his cock.
“Eyes open, boy, and take what I give you.”
Pete obeyed instantly, his head bobbing as he worshiped RD’s cock, appreciative noises falling from his lips. He licked around the piercing, flicking it with his tongue, and RD’s groans echoed around the basement.
I met Tate’s gaze, and he nodded, stepping between my legs. I grabbed onto Pete’s waist. “Get ready,” I ground out, stilling as I waited for Tate to get into position.
Pete pulled free of RD’s dick and stared at me. “Ready for—Jesus fucking Christ!” He hunched over, his eyes huge, and Jake was there with the bottle again, holding it out for Pete. He took a hit from it, then shivered. “Oh fuck. Two dicks.”
I reached up and caressed his cheek. “You said you wanted to try it. I didn’t forget.” Fuck, the effort it took not to move, but I lay there, letting Tate do all the work as he slowly pushed into Pete’s body, Tate’s dick sliding against mine. “You okay?”
God, his eyes were enormous. “Feels… full. God, it’s…”
“Breathe. And as soon as you give the word, he’s out. Okay?”
Pete drew in a deep breath. “Tate?”
Tate’s hand was on Pete’s shoulder, rubbing gently. “Yeah?”
“You can move now.”
Tate grinned at me over Pete’s shoulder. “Have I mentioned, I really like this boy?” Then he started to move, leisurely at first, a gentle rolling of his hips, but each slight thrust forced a groan from Pete’s lips. “You still okay?”
Pete nodded.
Like that would be enough for me. “Words, Pete. Tell me how it feels.”
His face was inches from mine. “Oh fuck. The feeling is… huge… and I don’t just mean the dicks.” He shuddered again. “It’s like… being caught up… in some giant wave… one minute it’s so fucking good… the next…” His eyes never left mine. “Don’t think it’ll be much longer now.” He gazed down at me and mouthed
That nearly undid me right there. “I think you just gave me my gift, boy,” I said softly, stroking his cheek. Pete closed his eyes, and I knew he was focusing on the sensations. “Does it feel good, having two dicks inside you?”
“Feels… stretched. Like they shouldn’t fit.” Pete panted. “Oh fuck, but they feel so good.” Then his face tightened, and I knew he’d reached his limit.
“Not so good now? Want to stop?”
“Yes, sir.”
Tate eased out of him, and Pete stood, my dick sliding out of his hot hole. I got to my feet, helped him onto his back on the bench, then grinned at the others. “Time for Pete to wear his new coat of cum.”
They laughed, and soon there were four of us, pumping our dicks, standing over him while he jerked his own cock faster and faster.
RD signaled to Jake. “Grab his ankles.” Jake did as instructed, and RD pushed down with his hands on Pete’s thighs, before driving his cock into Pete’s body. “Gotta love a hot, slick hole,” he said with a groan.
“That’s one long dick.” Pete rolled his eyes back. “Fuck, you’re deep.”
RD grinned. “Which is where my load is going. Any… second… now.” He froze, his thighs shaking as he cried out. Then he pulled out, wiping the last drops of cum over Pete’s taint. He straightened, slowly pumping his cock. “Let’s see if I can find you a bit more.”
“Sounds a bit ambitious, if you ask me,” Jake said with a cackle.
Pete’s gaze met mine. “Come inside me, sir?”
Like I could refuse that. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders, rolling his ass up off the bench, and slid home. Pete moaned with pleasure, his hand a blur on his dick, and the others sped up their movements. It was a race to the finish as to who would be the first to shoot their load.
Jake groaned as his cum spattered across Pete’s face and neck. He shook as he squeezed out the last drop. RD scooped some up with his fingers and fed it to Pete, thrusting them between his lips.
Tate was next, his body jolting as ropes of creamy white decorated Pete’s abs. The last drops he saved for Pete’s mouth, coating his lips with them. Then he dragged his fingers through the cum and held them out to Pete, who cleaned them with his tongue.
RD stood beside me, his breathing rapid as he worked his shaft. “I’m not done yet.”
When he stiffened, I pulled nearly all the way out of Pete. “There. Cover my cock with it.”
RD moaned as drops of cum landed on my dick and Pete’s sac, and I slid into Pete with ease, balls tingling as my own orgasm hit. I thrust deep into him, stilling as my cock throbbed inside him, filling him with my load.
Pete squeezed his shaft, cum pulsing out of him, filling his navel and pooling beneath the head of his dick. He closed his eyes and lay there, the odd tremor rippling through him as the remnants of his climax ebbed away.
I eased out of him, my dick still half-hard and glistening. “Now, boy. Show me that cum.”
Pete grabbed hold of his legs, displaying his hole, from which a clear fluid pulsed out of him in a slow trickle. I gently pushed my middle finger inside him, releasing another rush of cum, his hole red and gaping before it shrank back to a tight pucker. “Beautiful,” I said in a whisper, before scooping up the remnants and feeding it to Pete. “Here, boy.”
Pete licked my fingers cleaned, sucking on them, his gaze locked on mine. Then he let go of his legs, his eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping him.
I laughed. “I think, gentlemen, we’ve fucked all the words right out of the boy.” The others chuckled. When Pete opened his eyes, I grinned. “Got nothing to say?”
Pete slowly sat up, glancing down at his cum-covered torso and wiping his face free of its traces. “Only one thing, really.” He lifted his chin and looked me in the eye. “Marry me?”
The world just… stopped.
I stared at him, my mind a blank. He asked me… to marry him.
Jake broke the awkward silence first. “I get it. It’s a joke, right? There was that porn studio recently, where they were filming a group scene. And at the end of it, one of the guys proposed. Remember?”
Pete smiled and reached for his bag that I’d deposited on the floor.
“It’s not a joke,” I whispered, as Pete removed a small black velvet box from beneath his towel. I watched, transfixed, as he got up from the bench, came over to where I stood, and knelt before me.
“No, it’s not.” Pete didn’t break eye contact. “I know we’ve only been together a short while, but… well… when you know, you know. I’m your boy, and nothing will ever change that… but it suddenly occurred to me that, while that may be enough for you… it’s not for me. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this is what I want. To be your husband. For you to be mine. And fuck, this is the scariest thing I’ve ever done, because you could just look me in the eye and say—”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“See? That’s what I was—what did you say?”
“I said yes.” I tilted my head to one side. “Did all that cum affect your hearing?” I smirked.
“But… you never mentioned wanting to get married.” Pete was still staring at me.
“You never asked me.” I said with a shrug. “And I never mentioned it before because I thought you were perfectly content with our life the way it was. Well… obviously you’re not, so we have to do something about that. And if this is what you want… then this is what we’ll do.” It all made perfect sense to me.
“But not if it’s something you don’t want,” Pete protested. “You can’t just go along with it because it’s what I want. We both have to want this.”
I was conscious of the guys, watching us, so quiet.
I took a breath, and bared my soul. “There was a time, yes, when I wanted to get married. I really did. But… it was not to be. And I decided the best way not to screw anything up was… not to talk about it.”
“Forgive me if I sound like a mindless idiot,” Jake said suddenly. “But if Pete wants this, and deep down, it seems like you really want this too… then what is the problem? He asked, you said yes… you’re getting hitched. End of.”
Pete blinked. “When you put it like that…” A moment later, I had my arms full of cum-covered male. “I love you,” he said quietly.
I kissed him on the lips. “I love you too. But now I think we all need to go upstairs and get cleaned up.”
“Don’t you want to see your engagement ring?” RD asked with a frown. Pete snickered.
Fair point. “Yes, please.”
Pete opened the box to reveal a chunky yellow gold band, simple and elegant. “Do you like it?”
How could I not? It was perfect for me. “I love it.” Then I chuckled. “But I am not putting it on until after we’ve had a shower.”
“I suppose a group shower is out of the question,” Tate asked innocently.
I pointed toward the yard. “If you three want to go have a cold shower, you’re more than welcome to use the one outside by the back porch. I prefer a hot shower myself.” I followed Pete to the stairs.
“We’re coming too!” Tate called out.
I smiled as Pete climbed the stairs in front of me, that tight bare ass jiggling. “Fine,” I yelled back. “You get the bathroom after we’re done with it.”
And as for what my boy—fiancé—and I might get up to in the shower, that was no one’s business but ours.
Keeping Everyone Happy
Damon
May
“I’ve never seen you in a suit,” I mused, staring at Pete’s reflection in the full-length mirror.
He paused in mid-adjustment of his tie and met my gaze, his eyes bright. “Liar. You saw me in this suit, the day we went to try them on. In fact, you saw me in several suits.” He went back to getting his tie knotted perfectly.
“Yes, but that wasn’t the same thing.”
Pete turned around and walked over to where I sat on the bed. “I know what you mean,” he said quietly. “Now it feels… real.” He glanced down. “Will I do?”
“I think you look amazing.” When he reached up to touch the tie yet again, I knew there was a problem. “What’s the matter?”
For a moment he said nothing. Then he sighed. “Look, I’m glad we’re having two celebrations. One for your family and our friends, and another at the Eagle, but… it feels weird not to be wearing my collar. I know I’ll be wearing it tonight. And I know I don’t wear it every day, but—”
“But you wanted to wear it today.”
He nodded, and the light went out of his eyes. “It’s important to me.”
I got to my feet, reached into the pocket of my jacket, and brought out a tied leather pouch. “Here. Mom was on at me last week, asking if I had something old, something new… You know. Well, I got this as the something new part.” I handed it to him.
Pete’s nimble fingers made short work of the knotted thread, and he opened it, removing the brown braided cord, both its ends covered in a copper-colored metal that snapped together.
“It’s magnetic, so it’s easily removed. But it’s slim enough to be worn under your shirt. And if anyone does see it, it passes as a nice piece of jewelry.” I undid his tie, popped the top buttons on his shirt, and looped the braid around his neck, clicking the ends together at the front. The cord nestled snugly against the base of his neck.
Pete touched it, before hurrying back to the mirror. “Leather,” he said with a smile. “Nice touch. Thank you.”
I stepped up behind him and admired the view. “Now fasten your shirt and tie, and you’ll be ready.” I smirked. “We can’t be late for our own wedding.”
Pete gave me an inquiring glance in the mirror. “What about the rest of it? Where’s the something old?”
I grinned. “You’re marrying it. We’re going to the venue in RD’s car, so that’s the borrowed bit covered. And as for the blue, you’ll have to wait until tonight.” That was my idea of a joke. I intended putting him in chastity, then pointing out that hey, there ya go, blue balls. I quickly discounted that idea. That kind of joke might not go down so well on our wedding night.
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