Chapter 25 #3
“It’ll keep,” Danger groaned as Ocean dragged his tongue along the underside of his cock and nuzzled his balls.
When Pope shot a glance from Danger to the cocky smirk on Roan’s face, Danger had a good idea of what the rest of their meal was fixing to disintegrate into.
“You said we all suck,” Roan declared. “That means it’s my turn next.”
“Or it can be your turn right now,” Pope said, scooting his chair back.
He made a show of slowly undoing the drawstring on the AC/DC sleep pants he wore, cock springing into view the moment he let them drop.
When he kicked them aside, they came to rest beneath the counter beside the dog dishes, prompting Grunge to investigate and then claim them now that he’d licked his bowl clean.
It was almost surreal, seeing the big lab pluck them off the floor in his teeth and carry them over to the pillow he shared with Diesel, where he proceeded to rest his furry head on them with a huff.
That thick, heavy cock had drawn Roan’s complete and undivided attention; the tip of his tongue poking from between his lips as Pope stroked himself.
Watching Roan slide from his chair to crawl across the floor in a slow, graceful slink of muscle and cloth left Danger even harder, while Ocean was still teasing, mouthing at the head of his cock, nuzzling, and letting his tongue caress the shaft.
Pope’s eyes narrowed as he arranged the chair so Danger would have the perfect view of everything Roan did to him, starting with kissing the head of his cock when he reached Pope, who carded his fingers through Roan’s hair.
Ocean sucked one of his balls into his mouth; the press of his tongue against the underside of it, coupled with the soft moan he let out, sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through Danger, whose hand hit the table with a thud.
Gasping, he was just getting used to the sensation when Ocean released it to suck on the other one.
Already on the edge before the main event, Danger threw his head back and howled when Ocean finally sucked the head of his cock, while Roan was showing off for him by slowly, inch by inch, working to take more of Pope’s cock than Danger had ever seen anyone manage, including him.
And he wasn’t the only one who could deep throat.
Holy shit.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Danger groaned, both hands gripping the table now as he fought to keep his hips still when the urge to raise them and force the rest of his cock down Ocean’s throat began to drive him out of his mind.
“Got a talented tongue on him, doesn’t he?” Pope moaned.
“Talented everything,” Danger groaned when his dick hit the back of Ocean’s throat.
Instead of gagging, Ocean pulled off slightly and sucked in a ragged breath before gliding his lips along Danger’s shaft, sinking lower this time, until his nose was buried in Danger’s pubes, throat constricting.
The squeeze, holy shit, Danger was seeing stars by the time Ocean drew back with a low hum that sent vibrations straight to the pleasure receptors in his brain, prompting him into action.
Danger waited until Ocean had finished swirling his tongue around the head of his cock and began sucking to pry his fingers from the table and sink them in Ocean’s hair, groaning when Ocean moaned, causing even more vibrations.
While Roan’s head steadily bobbed up and down as he sucked Pope’s cock, Danger pressed Ocean’s head lower, wanting more, desperate for it.
“Ohh yeah, now this one here, he’s about to drive me out of my ever-loving mind,” Pope groaned, gasping when Roan sank lower and stole a trick from Ocean by humming too.
“Not gonna…last long,” Danger growled when Ocean deep throated him again, swallowing, humming, and bobbing just enough to give the sensation of shallow fucking, interspaced with long, deep thrusts each time he pulled off to catch his breath.
“Me either,” Pope hissed, his body growing rigid in the chair.
Danger bucked his hips, driving more of his cock past Ocean’s lips, pressing hard this time, orgasm hitting when Ocean let out a desperate whimper.
It was that sound that threw him over the edge, both hands gripping Ocean’s hair, keeping him right where he was as Danger spilled down his throat, forcing him to drink every drop.
When he finally let go, his dick popped free as Ocean pulled off, gasping for air, panting, warm breath hitting Danger’s supersensitive flesh as he lapped the last traces of release from his spent member.
Boneless in the chair, Danger barely managed to crack his eyes open enough to catch the moment Roan sent Pope tumbling headlong into bliss too, teeth gritted, eyes clench shut, while Roan sucked the cum right out of him.
He was glad he hadn’t missed it, or the moment that came next, when Ocean crawled out from underneath the table to share a filthy kiss with Roan.
Only one thought lingered at the edge of Danger’s mind. That those boys were going to be the death of him.
And what a beautiful end to a lifetime of debauchery it would be.