6
I stood up, and my legs felt like they belonged to someone else—heavy as lead and weightless at the same time, moving on a signal my brain hadn't consciously sent.
And then I did it: I crossed around the fire. Eight feet of dirt and pine needles and flickering shadow. The longest eight feet of my life.
I sat down on the log right next to Chase, close enough that our bare shoulders almost touched, and I could hear everything now—Josh's wet, rhythmic slurping, the soft gag each time Chase's fat head hit the back of his throat, Chase's breathing, ragged and shallow.
The sounds were filthy and intimate and unbearably hot.
And that was the moment I lost all resistance. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer trunks, and pulled them down.
My cock swung free—all of it—the full, heavy length slapping against my stomach before settling between my splayed thighs, thick and rigid, the head flushed almost purple and shining with the pre-cum that had been leaking for the better part of an hour.
Chase looked down. His eyes went wide.
"Holy fuck, bro. That thing is fucking huge. So it wasn’t a fake dick after all…"
Josh pulled off Chase's cock with a wet pop and turned. Spit and pre-cum glossed his chin, and he wiped it with the back of his hand as he followed Chase's gaze to my lap.
His mouth fell open—and then, slowly, curved into a grin. "Fuck, Dyl. That thing needs its own zip code. Holy shit."
I felt a surge of pride so intense it was almost physical—a hot flush that spread from my chest to my face and settled between my legs.
I wasn’t just eight and a half inches—I was also six inches around, with a pair of balls so heavy and low-hanging they rested against whatever surface I was sitting on. It was the kind of size that had made every girl I'd been with pause, recalculate, and proceed with caution.
And now, seeing it through Chase and Josh’s eyes—their genuine shock, the open hunger in their stares—I felt like I was seeing it for the first time too.
Knowing they weren’t just admiring it as platonic friends who envied me, but actually wanted to do things with my big dick, made me almost too horny to think straight.
I wrapped my hand around the base and gave it a slow stroke, watching their faces as I did.
"This is so fucking crazy," I laughed, and I meant it.
Josh slid over between my legs. His bare knees settled in the dirt, and his hands came up to rest on my thighs—warm, slightly trembling, his slim fingers pressing into the muscle.
He looked up at me with those big blue eyes, firelight dancing in them, and asked, "Want me to suck it?"
I laughed. Not because it was funny—because the question was so surreal that laughter was the only sound my body knew how to make. "You'd actually suck it?"
"Uh, yeah, bro,” Josh said. “Probably never going to have a chance to try sucking a huge one like this, again,” he laughed.
"This is so fucking crazy, though,” I said.
I couldn’t believe it. This was the guy I knew better than anyone—the guy who knew me better than my own parents did.
I’d seen him nearly every day for the past four years, and never in a million years had I imagined him on his knees in front of me, looking up and licking his lips, practically drooling for the chance to give me head.
But knowing Chase and Josh so well was also what made this possible.
I trusted them with something that left me completely vulnerable.
Really, I trusted only them. And because of that, I could stop thinking about everything else and focus entirely on how badly I wanted to feel Josh’s throat around my cock.
Chase leaned in from beside me, his shoulder pressing against mine. "But you want to do it, don't you? So just fucking do it already. Let Josh give you the best head of your life."
I chewed my lip.
I appreciated what they were doing—pushing me, giving me the cover of having been talked into it rather than having begged for it.
I could hide behind that. I could tell myself later that they'd insisted, that I'd been reluctant, that I'd only said yes because they wouldn't stop asking. Even though none of that was true.
"Fine," I said. "Just to see what it's like. But this stays between us."
Josh wrapped his fingers around my shaft, and the moment his warm, balmy grip closed around me, I knew.
I knew this was right.
I knew I'd been starving for this without realizing what the hunger was.
His hand was softer than any girl's had been—smaller, tighter, more deliberate—and the way he squeezed as he stroked sent a pulse of heat straight through my core.
He grinned up at me. Then he lowered his head, parted his lips, and slid his mouth over the head of my cock.
“Oh, fuck…Josh…”
I groaned so loud the sound startled me. Deep, guttural, ripped from somewhere primal—a sound I'd never made during sex, not with any girl, not ever.
Josh's mouth was unbelievable; wet velvet that sucked and clung and pulled, his tongue swirling beneath the head, finding every nerve ending with an instinct that no amount of coaching could teach.
It had been months since I'd gotten a blowjob—girls never really wanted to give them, and when they did, it always felt like a chore they were suffering through.
But this? This was something else entirely.
Josh sucked my cock like he was savoring it, like the act itself was giving him as much pleasure as it was giving me.
And he was fucking amazing at it. Maybe Chase’s fat dick had helped him train for this moment over the past month.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. He was sucking me so good it left no room for my heterosexuality to deny it.
And then, somehow, he took more. Inch by inch, his lips stretching around my girth, his throat opening, his eyes watering as the head pushed deeper.
I watched my long, downward shaft disappear between his lips—watched the ring of his mouth slide down the veined, slick surface—and the visual combined with the sensation was so overwhelming I had to grip the edge of the log to keep from bucking my hips and prematurely shooting my load down his
throat without warning!
After a few minutes of this, Josh pulled off, gasping.
A thick strand of spit connected his swollen lower lip to my cockhead.
"Fuck, you're big," he panted, grinning. "I can get Chase’s dick to the base, but I can't get more than half of you, you fucking horse."
He then ducked lower. His lips found my balls—hanging heavy and low between my thighs—and he sucked one into his mouth with a tenderness that made my vision blur.
He rolled it on his tongue, then let it slide free and took the other, his hand still stroking the base of my shaft in slow, slick pulls.
Then Chase surprised me.
I felt a hand close around my cock from a different angle—thicker fingers, a firmer grip—and looked down to see Chase leaning across my thigh, his green eyes locked on my shaft like it was something he'd been thinking about touching all night.
He stroked twice, his thumb smearing pre-cum across the head, and then he bent down and wrapped his lips around me. Now, somehow, Chase was sucking my cock.
“Guys… holy shit…”
The moan that tore out of me echoed off the mountain.
Josh on my balls. Chase on my cock. Two mouths, two tongues, two sets of lips working me simultaneously—and the dual sensation dismantled me from the inside out.
Chase's technique was different from Josh's—less finesse, bobbing fast and sloppy with a suction that made my toes curl in the dirt.
Below him, Josh's tongue slid lower, past the base of my sack, dragging through the coarse hair behind it until the warm, wet tip grazed my asshole.
My legs instinctively opened wider apart.
I didn't decide to do it—my body decided for me, opening up like a door I didn't know had hinges.
Josh's tongue pressed against my hole with such intent that I knew this was not an accident, and I growled—a raw, animal sound that vibrated in my chest—as the sensation lit up nerves I'd never known existed.
He licked in slow, flat strokes, teasing the tight ring, and the combined feeling of Chase's mouth swallowing my cock and Josh's tongue circling my ass was so violently good that my hips thrust upward on their own.
"I'm gonna cum if you guys don't stop," I gasped, my voice cracking. "Fuck…oh, fuck…"
They pulled off. Both of them. At the same time, as if they'd rehearsed it.
Meanwhile, I sat there heaving, my cock throbbing in the open air, the orgasm retreating from the edge in slow, agonizing pulses.
Chase grinned at me. Josh wiped his mouth. They exchanged a look—that private, secret look—and then both of them started laughing.
"Bro liked that," Josh said.
"He loved that," Chase corrected.
Something shifted in me.
The teasing flipped a switch—competitive, territorial, the alpha instinct that had been dormant all night surging back to life.
I was the biggest guy here. I was the captain. And I was done being the one on the receiving end.
"Bend over the log," I said. "Both of you. Side by side. I want to see those asses out and up."
They looked at each other. Then they turned, knelt on the ground, and draped their torsos over the big log, their asses side by side in the firelight—two small, round, perfect targets, the rosy blotches on their cheeks glowing warm where the heat of the flames kissed their skin.
I didn’t know what I was doing—or planning to do. I only knew I was horny to somehow return the favor.
I grabbed a handful of each ass. One in each palm—Chase's on the left, Josh's on the right—squeezing the firm, tight muscle, feeling the cheeks flex beneath my fingers.
Josh's was smoother, rounder, the skin almost impossibly soft. Chase's was harder, more muscular, dusted with fine dark hair.
Both of them fit perfectly in my hands, and I squeezed until they both gasped, and the sound of their gasps together made my cock jump.
I dropped to a squat behind Josh first. Pulled his cheeks apart with both thumbs.
And there it was—his asshole. Small, pink, hairless, clenched tight in the orange light of the campfire. Clean and smooth and beautiful in a way I never would've associated with that part of a guy’s body before tonight.
I leaned in and, happy to surprise him, pressed my tongue flat against his taint and dragged it upward in one long, slow stroke, right across the center of his hole.
“Oh, fuck!” Josh gasped, as his whole body jerked.
"He's eating my ass, bro," he moaned to Chase, and the disbelief in his voice was half-laugh, half-cry.
Chase grabbed Josh's face and pulled him into a kiss, and I watched my two best friends make out over the log while I buried my tongue in Josh's ass, tasting clean, almost sweet skin and sweat and something faintly metallic,
feeling the tight ring pulse and soften against my tongue as Josh moaned into Chase's mouth.
Again, I didn't know what had come over me. I only knew I was hungry—ravenous—for whatever this was.
I'd spent eighteen years being the straight-laced captain, the honor-roll king, the guy who followed the playbook and did what was expected.
And now?
I was on my knees in the dirt atop a mountain, eating my best friend's asshole under the stars, and every second of it felt like breaking free. It felt so fucking good, and so fucking right.
I shoved my tongue a few more times against Josh’s quivering asshole and pulled back.
I spanked Josh's ass—hard, a full-palm crack that echoed off the trees and left a pink welt rising on his pale cheek. Josh yelped and pushed his ass back toward me, asking for more.
I moved to Chase. Spread his cheeks. His hole was different—slightly darker, ringed with a faint dusting of dark hair, tighter-looking, clenched with anticipation.
I pressed my tongue against it and the taste was stronger—earthier, muskier, the concentrated scent of a guy's body after a long, hot day.
I thought about every practice we'd shared, every bus ride, every postgame meal, and the absolute impossibility that any of those moments could have led to this one.
My tongue pushed against his asshole and Chase's body shook, his moan muffled by Josh's mouth as they kissed, their hands reaching beneath themselves to jerk their stiff, dripping dicks.
I ate Chase's ass until his thighs were trembling, then pulled off and spanked him too—the same hard crack, the same pink welt blooming on his skin.
I was marking them. Branding them. Claiming the alpha position I'd always held in this trio and extending it into territory none of us had ever mapped.