Chapter 13
TOBY
The sight before me is a total mindfuck.
My friend and teammate, this slender guy I took under my wing, hangs there with his feet in the air and a stream of cum trickling from his stretched, gaping hole.
Micah’s curls are a tousled mess, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his lips parted as he takes these long, heavy breaths.
He looks thoroughly and utterly wrecked.
I always had a soft spot for him. He has that whole guy-next-door look, with his dimpled chin and big, soulful eyes. But damn, seeing him like this, all used and desperate for more, makes me want to fuck his brains out.
“So... my turn?”
Micah reaches out and squeezes my hard cock. “Your turn,” he says in that breathy voice.
Fuck, the heat coming from him. He could light a fire.
I step between his legs, the same spot where Cole was pounding into him moments ago, and line my dick up with his puffy hole. Using the cum leaking out of him as lube, I rub my head over his rim while the others watch.
Micah squirms, the chains clinking. His hands move up and down his abs and thighs, like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
When he can’t take my teasing anymore, he grabs my ass and tries to pull me closer.
“Toby, please... put it in.”
Jesus. My name has never sounded sexier.
“Patience, Micah,” I say, pushing against him a little, testing the resistance. “I feel a little hurt, you know?”
He looks at me through hooded eyes. “What do you mean?”
“That you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about this side of you.”
I push a little harder, the head of my cock breaking through, and we both gasp.
“I was scared,” he pants. “Scared it would change things between us.”
“We’re a team, Micah,” I say, giving him another inch. “Teammates look out for each other.”
“Toby…” he whimpers, his whole body trembling.
I sink into him slowly, watching his hole opening up for me. He’s still insanely tight, even after three other guys have had their turn.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my fingers digging into his thighs. “We just have some catching up to do, that’s all.”
With a final push, I enter him fully, and holy shit. Nothing has ever felt this good. His scorching hot channel massages me from base to tip, gripping my shaft with a slick, velvet-like pressure.
Micah moans, a broken, needy sound, and looks up at me with those big puppy dog eyes.
Fuck.
How did I not realize how desperate he was for this? How could I miss that we wanted the same thing?
My hands glide over his smooth skin, tracing the outline of his muscles. The body I saw so many times in the locker room, the chest I helped tape up after tough games.
I start to rock into him gently, letting his hole get used to my size.
But the urge to pound him senseless grows stronger, and the rocking turns into thrusting, my hips snapping forward as I chase that perfect friction.
Cole’s cum makes a wet squelching sound with every thrust, and knowing that my friend couldn’t even last two minutes in this ass only fuels me further.
A stream of curses slips from my mouth, and I grip Micah tightly, plunging my cock in and out of him with deep, hard thrusts.
Micah is reduced to a moaning, writhing mess, his hole fluttering and clenching around my dick. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, and the muscles of his thighs flex every time I bottom out.
The guys murmur their approval, egging me on, but their voices are a distant echo. The only thing I can focus on is the incredible feeling of this hot, tight hole sucking me in.
The tiger in me awakens, a feral, primal beast ruled by instinct, free of all restraint. He growls, bares his teeth, and unleashes his hunger.
When Micah gasps from my savage thrusts, Diesel uses the opportunity to slide his cock into his open mouth.
Now he’s stuffed on both ends, a thick, meaty cock sliding in and out of each of his holes.
Diesel cups his head, his fingers threading through the brown curls, and starts fucking his mouth with the same relentless rhythm as I fuck his ass.
I can tell Micah likes the roughness. I can see it in his face, hear it in his moans.
So I give him more. I lean into him and really drive it home.
My muscles are burning, my heart pumping at double speed, sweat pouring off me, but I don’t let up. That curiosity I’ve always had about what it’s like to have sex with a guy is finally being fed. And goddamn, is it better than I ever imagined.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I hear whispered in my ear.
It’s Hawk, standing behind me, his hand gripping my shoulder.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur. “So fucking good.”
“Just listen to that hole, man,” he says, his breath hot against my skin. “Hear how it sucks you in? See the way it stretches around your big cock? How did you ever think you were straight, my friend?”
“I have no idea,” I pant, my eyes locked on the spot where Micah and I meet.
“Can I…” Hawk asks, his fingers sliding down my back. “Can I try something, Toby?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Don’t stop fucking him,” Hawk says, his hand cupping my ass. “Keep going, just like this.”
I nod, and then feel his hard, lubed-up cock press against my sweaty ass. He grips my hips and grinds against me, matching my rhythm as I fuck Micah.
“This alright, Toby?”
“Mmhm.”
He keeps grinding, his thick length sliding up and down the cleft between my cheeks. There’s a lot of pressure, a brief stab of pain, and then his head pops in.
I let out a low, guttural sound, and the rhythm of my thrusts falters.
Diesel, still face-fucking Micah, glances at us. “Whoa. Are you two…?”
I nod, overwhelmed by the tsunami of sensations crashing over me.
“You guys wanted to learn tonight,” Hawk grunts, slowly pushing forward. “I’m teaching.”
“How’s that feel, Tobs?” Diesel says, his hand sliding over Micah’s moving throat.
I don’t even know. It hurts. It burns. It feels weird. But at the same time, it doesn’t. Because when the head of Hawk’s cock pushes through, it sparks a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The tiger inside me roars.
I push back against Hawk, my ass swallowing more of him as I keep thrusting into Micah. He slides deeper, deeper, until his whole cock is buried inside me.
My mind blanks out. I have no idea what to focus on.
Hawk’s sweaty chest presses against my back, his arm snakes around my torso, and we start moving together, me pumping into Micah while Hawk pounds into me.
But as much as I want this to last, as good as it feels, the double stimulation is too much.
I try to hold back, to fight the wave, but my balls tighten and that familiar tingle races up the shaft of my cock.
Hawk leans close and murmurs, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, Toby.”
“I... I can’t…”
“You don’t want to?”
“N-no, I do... I’m just…”
“Is it too much?”
“Fuck, Hawk, I can’t hold back anymore…”
He slams in deep just as my hips jerk forward, and that does it. The rest of the world melts away, and I start to spurt, shooting rope after rope into Micah’s guts.
My body shakes uncontrollably, and the roar that escapes me isn’t a tiger anymore. It’s a dragon. A fierce, mythical beast that’s been sleeping inside me, now awakened by this whirlwind of sensations, fire spewing from its open mouth.
My orgasm sets off a chain reaction.
“Oh, Jesus fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of me,” Hawk growls behind me, and then I feel his cock twitch inside me, followed by the warmth of his cum filling me up.
Diesel isn’t far behind. He looks at us, jaw tight, and pumps faster and faster until his cock erupts in a fountain of white, spilling into Micah’s open mouth.
Micah can barely handle the double load filling him, his throat muscles convulsing as he struggles to swallow everything Diesel gives him.
Cum spills from both ends, a milky-white stream leaking from the seams where Diesel and I are buried inside him.
His legs tremble, his toes curl, and his hips jerk as he starts shooting over himself, untouched, like a fountain.
He shoots all over his abs, the sticky, pearly fluid pooling in the dips and crevices of his six-pack.
Cole is furiously jacking himself off, his fist a blur. His body quakes, his mouth opens, and with a hoarse shout, he shoots for a second time, his release landing in long ropes across Micah’s heaving chest.
We all moan and gasp and grunt, the sounds echoing through the cavernous space until there’s nothing left to give.
My legs are jelly as Hawk’s spent cock slides from my ass. Diesel withdraws next, a thin strand of saliva connecting his tip with Micah’s lips. Then I pull out, leaving Micah gaping wide, cum dripping from his red, puffy hole onto the leather beneath him.
There’s only Omar left now, standing off to the side. He hasn’t been able to look away the whole time, and though he’s kept his hands off himself, his cock looks ready to burst.
“Don’t you wanna come, too?” Hawk asks him.
Omar doesn’t say a word.
Hawk slaps him on the shoulder. “You know you do, man.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I do. But it’s too late now, anyway.”
“Hell no,” Micah says, catching his breath. “We’re a team, Omar. We don’t leave anyone behind.”
“Especially our captain,” Diesel grins. “You’re not gay, bro, we all know that. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Look at you, dude. Your dick is literally begging for it.”
Omar looks down at his painfully hard erection, then back up at us. “Never in a million years did I think…”
“Fuck me, Omar,” Micah interrupts. “Dump that load deep inside of me.”
“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” Diesel says, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Micah gives a tired grin. His whole body glistens with sweat and cum, his voice hoarse from all the moaning, yet he still manages a shrug and says, “What can I say? You guys brought out the beast in me tonight.”
Omar takes my spot between Micah’s legs, his brown eyes scanning his teammate’s flushed, cum-stained body. Then he grabs Micah’s ankles, spreads his legs wide, and plunges his cock deep into his loose hole.
That grin on Micah’s face gets wiped right off.
Omar drives into him with an intense, animalistic fury from the get-go. No holding back. No testing the waters. Just straight-up pounding. Using all the cum we left inside Micah as lube, his heavy balls smack against Micah’s ass, his dark skin a stark contrast to the pale body beneath him.
Micah is helpless to do anything but take it. He hangs there, his hands clutching the chains, his body rocked by the force of Omar’s powerful thrusts.
I’m getting worked up again just from watching it.
“Oh god... oh god...” Micah chokes, his cock springing back to life.
Omar is merciless. He doesn’t even blink. With his jaw set, his hands clamped on Micah’s ankles, he pounds away, his muscles bulging, the veins in his neck and arms standing out.
His cock disappears into that puffy, cum-soaked hole over and over, the obscene squelching sounds mingling with Micah’s cries of pleasure.
I glance around, and I can tell the other guys are getting worked up too. Their cocks are slowly hardening again, like a bunch of magic wands reacting to the same spell.
There are even a few other spectators gathered around now, drawn by the noise, watching our wide receiver receive his captain. Their hands fly over their hard cocks at a rapid pace. I’ve never seen so many dicks in my life.
Micah looks like a human Jell-O shot. Sweaty. Jiggly. His whole body quivering as Omar fucks him into oblivion.
It’s an intense, brutal scene, and we all watch, mesmerized, as this big, imposing guy ruts away, grunting and growling like a wild animal. Our team captain, always so cool and collected, finally lets his most primal urges take over.
I had no idea Omar could be so... savage.
“Where did you want that load, hmm?” he asks through gritted teeth.
Micah can barely speak, but he manages to stammer, “I-in-inside. P-please.”
“I can’t hear you,” Omar growls.
“Dump it in me!”
“Yeah? Where the other guys put theirs, huh? In this used-up, sloppy hole of yours?”
“Y-yehess, please, Omar.”
“You like that, don’t you? Being passed around by your teammates. Having us fill that hungry little ass one after the other.”
Micah is too far gone to speak. He just nods, his curls bouncing, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Omar hooks his elbows under Micah’s knees and leans forward, folding him in half.
And then he goes full throttle.
Like a machine, he powers into him with deep, punishing thrusts, his hips a blur, his hairy balls smacking against Micah’s ass hard enough to leave marks.
We all finish one after another.
Omar opens his mouth in a silent scream, his entire body tensing as he unloads himself deep into Micah.
Micah spurts all over himself for a second time, the thick, white fluid shooting so high it splatters his chin and cheek.
Diesel, Hawk, and a few random other guys step forward to empty their balls on him too. But I barely notice, because I’m shooting my own load, adding to the river already flowing over Micah’s abs and chest.
For a few seconds, all I can see is a white wall—a vast, infinite expanse. My ears ring, my legs wobble, and the only thing I feel is the sweet, blissful relief of letting go.
Never in my life have I come twice in such a short time. But I guess this evening is a first in many ways.
When I blink and come back to my senses, Omar has pulled out, leaving Micah with his hole gaping wide, his legs hanging limp, his eyes glazed over.
His whole body is covered in cum. Not an inch of his smooth skin is free of the sticky, white mess. It pools in his navel, drips from his pecs, coats his arms and thighs. Even his face is completely soaked.
But somehow, there’s still a huge smile plastered across his lips.
He’s completely fucked out, yet he looks so damn happy.
It’s a beautiful sight.
“How was your night, boys?” Meredith asks as we pass the front desk.
We’re all fully dressed again—sweats, hoodies, sneakers—looking like we just came from any normal Saturday night hangout instead of an orgy in the depths of Lumen.
“It was... educational,” Diesel says with a big grin, his snapback flipped backward on his head.
Meredith’s red lips curve into a knowing smile. “I bet it was, sugar.”
Micah and I share a look, smiling at each other.
This whole evening has been one hell of an eye-opener. About ourselves. About each other. About what it means to be a team. There probably aren’t many football teams that take bonding to the level we just did, but hey, to each their own, right?
And now that I’ve got a taste of it, I realize what I was missing.
It was right there in front of me the whole time.
I just never let myself see it.
I look over my shoulder at the woman with the strawberry-blonde hair who still doesn’t seem done filing her nails and call out,
“See you next time, Meredith.”