Chapter 2 #4
Grant rolls his hips forward, feeding me another inch. “Dolls don’t need to breathe.”
Walker laughs, burying himself deeper into my ass, throbbing like crazy. “Damn, Grant’s already thinking only with the head below.”
Pre-cum spills over my tongue, and I swallow, my throat working reflexively. It’s a wild feeling. Because it’s thick like too much spit pooled at the back of your throat, except it’s not spit. It’s warmer and slimy, and the taste lingers long after it goes down.
Grant rocks his hips and leaks more onto my tongue and I swallow that too. My dick throbs like it has opinions about this.
It does, apparently. My cock has a lot of opinions tonight.
Walker’s pace stutters. “Fuck, his hole is clamping down even tighter.”
“Guess he likes the taste of dirty bro-cock,” Finn says, cracking a grin.
Grant groans at that, his cock pulsing hard. “Gonna shove it straight down his neck, then. Make this little cocksucker choke on my meat.”
I don’t. I won’t. Even when he shoves deeper, even when my eyes water and my throat clenches, I stay pliant, let him use me. Let them all use me.
Miles fists my length, anchoring his thumb right beneath the flared head to give me a sticky tug. “He’s leaking so much. Are you guys wrecking him that good?”
“Can’t help it, man,” Walker grunts, his breath rattling in his throat as his balls hit wetly against my taint. “His ass is just fucking perfect.”
“He really looks like a fuck-doll,” Finn says, still palming his own dick.
It’s funny, honestly, watching these guys gawk at me. I might be the one pinned down, but they’re the ones completely losing their grip, practically tripping over their own dicks just to get a look at my junk.
Then Grant puts the cherry on top.
“Fuck—his mouth, man,” he groans, fucking slowly into my mouth. “Who knew he had a face-pussy this good?”
Finn snorts and Walker laughs, reaching over me to high-five Grant.
“Tonight I’m learning shit I didn’t want to learn,” Miles says while still playing with my rock-hard cock.
He’s correct as always.
Well, mostly.
I never pegged Grant for a dirty talker.
I didn’t think he had a degrading bone in his massive body, let alone a mouth that filthy.
But the real shocker is how completely unfazed he is.
There’s zero awkwardness in turning a bro into a total hoe right here on the cushion.
And the absolute mind-fuck is how my dick is reacting to the view from the bottom.
Hearing him talk that nasty has my shaft jabbing hard against Miles’ palm, pulsing and throwing off a fresh, heavy leak—because apparently, being face-fucked and having Grant call my mouth a pussy is exactly what my dong likes.
He feeds me another inch of monster cock, my spit dripping down my face now that my mouth is full of man meat.
His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back at an angle that straightens my throat and lines everything up perfectly to fuck smooth and deep, treating my face exactly how he described it. A pussy.
I don’t gag when the swollen cockhead is forced inside.
And that’s weird as hell.
Every girl who’s ever gone down on me has gagged, like immediately. Grant is significantly bigger than I am and he’s throat-fucking me now. My eyes are watering and my jaw aches and there’s drool everywhere, but my throat is just opening for him.
This is a wild thing to discover about yourself on a Friday night. And I feel a hot rush of something that’s embarrassingly close to pride as more of his cock fills my throat and I just take it.
“Damn,” Finn says. “That’s a lot of meat going down.”
“Fuck, yeah—keep his throat filled, bro. It makes him tighter,” Walker agrees.
“Fuck!” Grant grunts, his balls resting against my nose as he bottoms out. “Fuck, his throat’s gripping me so good, man!”
Miles licks my chest, twisting my nipple. “Think he’s gonna cum like this?”
Finn laughs. “Bet he does.”
Walker’s hips stutter. “Fuck, I know I am.”
His rhythm gets stronger, his hips slamming into me with so much force it makes my whole body rock, forcing me to take Grant’s cock even deeper down my gullet with every single hit.
“Fuck, yeah—fuck,” Walker grunts. His hands dig into my hips, his balls slapping against my ass in a much more desperate rhythm now. Fuck me, the impact is hitting so hard I’m starting to wonder if I’d like it if they just started spanking me too. “Fuck yeah… fuck, fuck, gonna cum…”
“Don’t dump inside, bro,” Finn says, sounding way too casual for how wrecked I feel. “We don’t wanna deal with a sloppy hole after.”
Walker curses under his breath but listens, pulling out at the last second.
He beats off in two rough strokes and then he’s blasting, hot streaks painting my skin as he rides his orgasm, shoving his cock back into me halfway just to milk himself through the finish.
The feeling of him pulsing inside me, still hard but losing rhythm, makes my own dick twitch like crazy.
Finn and Miles start arguing over who’s next, but Finn’s already got his pants shoved down to his thighs before Miles can even finish saying “rock-paper-scissors.” Finn wins by default, grinning like he planned it that way, and climbs onto the couch.
He lines himself up.
“Hi there,” he says, to my hole specifically, I think.
“Dude,” Miles says.
“What? I’m a gentleman.” Finn says, and then he shoves in with one rough thrust, bottoming out so fast I choke around Grant’s cockhead for the first time. “Fuck, dude. You’re still tight as hell.”
And that’s when he starts rabbit-fucking me like he’s trying to break a speed record.
It’s a lot. A fucking lot.
His shaft is shorter than Walker’s and not as thick, but he’s going at a pace that makes no sense, his hips snapping into my ass rapid-fire. He’s straight-up jackhammering my hole to pieces, no joke.
Man, did I say it’s a lot?
“Bro, what the fuck?” Walker says from somewhere on my left now.
“What?”
“What do you mean what, you’re pounding him like a dog, man.”
“I—this is how I fuck—”
“Like a dog?” Grant says, from above my head, still rocking into my mouth.
Miles snorts. “Pretty sure he was a virgin ten seconds ago.”
“Fuck off,” Finn grunts, not slowing down, but his voice is tight like he’s about to blow already.
“There’s no way he’s had sex before. No woman has ever let him do that to her.”
“I’ve had plenty of—I’ve had plenty—”
“Name one, bro,” Walker says.
“Sarah.”
“You talked to her twice.”
“We talked more than—you know what? This is not the time for this conversation.”
Walker laughs. “Bro goons to those anime girls with the tits bigger than their heads. He’s got no time for real women.”
“I like anime,” Finn says, with great dignity. “It doesn’t mean I’m a loser.”
The guys laugh because yeah, he totally is. Finn tells them all to go to hell and speeds up, which somehow makes it better because the angle shifts and those fast, shallow strokes drag against my rim in a way that makes my dick really happy.
Walker reaches over and takes my legs from Grant. “Got you, bro.”
“Thanks, man.” And now Grant’s got both hands free to cradle my head, tilting it more so he can shove his dick deeper down my throat.
There’s something based about this position—I can’t see anything anymore, and they can’t see my face.
Grant’s massive thighs are clamped around my skull, his heavy, low-hanging nuts smothering my eyes and dragging wetly across my nose every single time he rocks forward.
The ceiling is gone, Idaho is gone, there’s just his sack plastering my face, the suffocating musk of his sweat, and the stretch of his cock boring down my throat.
I don’t feel like a person anymore.
Grant shoves both his thumbs into the corners of my mouth, hooking the skin and stretching my lips apart like a piece of rubber until the corners sting and threaten to rip.
He holds me open like this, stretching my face into a permanent gaping hole so he can work his length in slow strokes that are nothing like the frantic pace Finn is setting.
“Look at this fuck-doll,” he says, low and rough and completely unlike his normal voice. “Not a single thought in that empty, dumb skull, huh? But you don’t need a brain when you’re just a communal meat-socket, do you?”
I’ve lived with Grant for two years. I know the loud version and the annoyed version and the mature version. I have never heard this version, though. This one is something that lives underneath all those others, and only comes out, apparently, when he’s fucking something tight and good.
“Such a perfect face-slit,” he says, rubbing his cockhead against my tongue. “Gonna fill your whole airway with this hard cock. You want that, you dirty cocksucker? You want me to clog this pretty mouth with my meat?”
He obviously doesn’t wait for an answer.
Grant shoves his cock all the way down my throat and stays there, his balls pressing into my nose, smothering me. The stretch burns, my throat fluttering wildly, but he doesn’t pull back, just keeps grinding deeper like he’s trying to bury himself in my fucking esophagus.
“You’re close, aren’t you, doll? So fucking close to realizing you’re nothing but a hole for men to dump their grease in.”
Finn’s dick throbs inside my ass when my body instinctively clenches, air-starved, desperate and so fucking turned on.
“Fuck, man—keep him like that,” Finn groans, his thrusts turning sloppy as my insides tighten around him. “Holy shit—fuck, fuuuck...”
Fingers suddenly curl around my throat from somewhere above, a thumb pressing into the bulge where Grant’s cock stretches me wide.
“Holy shit,” Miles murmurs, dragging his thumb down the line of my throat, tracing Grant’s shaft through my skin. “You can see his dick pulsing inside.”
Grant grunts, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck—do that again.”