Chapter Sixteen #2
Dylan snickered. He wasn’t as big as Rus, but he’d certainly been complimented on his thick dick plenty.
While Rus easily had an inch or two on Dylan, who sat somewhere between six and a quarter to six and a half if he stretched the measurement, Dylan’s dick was much wider in circumference.
So much so, Kaiden seemed to use his hand to gauge the size.
Each slow stroke helped take the width of the beast into account.
Kaiden soon shifted his position, sprawling on his stomach and lying between Dylan’s legs as he went to take the dick into his mouth. Just the head for now. Dylan tensed, taking in a shaky breath as Kaiden wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around the head.
“Argh,” Dylan groaned, running a hand over the back of Kaiden’s head and encouraging him to take in just a bit more.
Dylan wanted to feel the warmth of Kaiden’s mouth, but he knew from previous experiences that few mouths could accommodate his girth.
Kaiden took in another two inches, holding there as he slurped. Spit ran down the base of Dylan’s dick, and Kaiden used his hand to stroke the full shaft. Dylan was in heaven. Kaiden focused his efforts on teasing the tip while jerking the rest of the dick.
Rus had moved up on the bed in the few moments that’d passed.
He stayed on his knees, still standing taller than anyone else, since Dylan had slipped lower into the bed on his back.
Rus grabbed two pillows and propped them behind Dylan, angling him upward ever so as Kaiden continued sucking him off.
“Open up,” Rus demanded, setting his beast of a cock directly in front of Dylan’s mouth.
Obediently, he opened his mouth to take in Rus. Whether because he’d already warmed up with Kaiden or simply had a more aggressive stance on oral, Rus slammed in fast and hard. Dylan gurgled and gagged but found himself locked in place.
Between the intense pleasure of Kaiden working him over and the hot control of Rus ramming his dick all the way down his throat, Dylan lost himself. He choked on the dick, taking it barely halfway down. Rus gripped Dylan’s head, easing him further as he thrusted into him.
Dylan panted, gasping as he took Rus in further each time. He bucked, partly because he couldn’t wriggle loose from this position, and partly because Kaiden’s warm mouth stole his attention.
Rus continued face fucking Dylan, finding a rhythm he really liked, and taking full control of Dylan’s head as he satisfied himself.
Soon, Dylan lost himself to it, lost himself to his own pleasures because all he could fixate on was the haggard, excited breaths Rus released.
Dylan pressed his hands to Rus’ hips, steadying his thrusts and taking back just enough control to handle the beast reaming his throat.
Dylan soon found himself in a steady motion, bucking to push a bit further into Kaiden’s mouth and relish the sensation while managing to maintain a strong hold on Rus.
He continued choking on Rus’ cock, willing himself to go deeper each time to satisfy him.
Rus’ movements became a bit erratic the more he pounded into Dylan’s throat.
Eventually, he cupped his hands around Rus’ ass, guiding him into taking more control.
Rus didn’t question Dylan’s adventitious offer.
He mounted Dylan’s chest, riding his face, and ramming his cock all the way to the base.
Dylan gurgled, unable to handle it for long, but incapable of protesting, of moving. He lay there lost in Rus’ assertion, taking each inch to the fullest, and panting with relief when Rus pulled out long enough for Dylan to steal a breath before choking him on the entirety again and again.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Rus snatched Dylan by the hair, holding his head in place. “You ready for this?”
Rus looked down at Dylan with his mouth open as he took wispy breaths. Dylan merely gagged in response, adjusting himself ever so to take Rus deeper.
“Argh,” Rus groaned, his body convulsing atop Dylan.
A warm spatter hit the back of Dylan’s throat, and he swallowed. Rus’ thighs trembled. Dylan relished the sensation and missed the pressure as Rus climbed off him. But he found himself renewed by Kaiden’s oral. Dylan lay there, taking tight breaths as he got closer and closer to climaxing.
Rus brushed Dylan’s sweaty bangs back and leaned in for a kiss. Dylan lost himself to the moment, savoring every second.
“I’m going to…” Dylan wheezed, then bit down on Rus’ lower lip. “Fuuuck.”
Kaiden continued working his hand up and down Dylan’s throbbing shaft, holding the head in his mouth as he swallowed each explosive burst of Dylan’s climax. His hips bucked as his body twitched with excitement.
“Goddamn,” Kaiden said as he massaged his fingers under his chin for a moment. “That thing could break my jaw.”
Dylan chuckled, pulling Kaiden up and closer to him.
Kaiden lay in Dylan’s embrace while Rus rested beside them, sitting up.
Unlike Dylan, who still lay there fully exposed, Rus had pulled up his boxer briefs but allowed his pants to slip past his knees before taking them off and tossing them to the floor.
“Now, you gotta decide which one of us you plan to face fuck,” Rus said to Kaiden, who merely grinned in response.
“Oh, yeah,” Dylan added. “I want a piece, but I also want to see what Rus’ head game looks like.”
Rus snorted in response.
“I’m good right now,” Kaiden replied.
“Seriously?” Dylan quirked a brow.
“Yeah, I’ve always been more of a pleaser anyway.”
“Okay, but just so we’re clear,” Dylan said, squeezing Kaiden into a tighter hug. “It would please me a lot to suck you off.”
“Okay, okay,” Kaiden replied, trying to squirm loose until Rus joined in, piling on top of them both and pinning Kaiden to the bed.
It didn’t take long for Dylan’s exhaustion to wash away as he lost himself in this play-fighting meant to wrestle Kaiden into submission on the mattress while he wheezed for mercy between his giggle fits.