Chapter 11 #4
“I’m full of surprises,” I mutter, spreading the rest of Kit’s cum over my dick, mixing it with my own juice until I’m glistening.
The guys are staring—at my cock, at Kit’s ass, at the mess I’m about to make—and it’s absolutely hilarious. A bunch of straight bros, beers in hand, getting hard watching me prep to rail their bro doll.
“That’s a nice dick, bro,” Walker says with what I can only assume to be locker-room honesty.
I snort. “Thank you?”
“I’m not— I’m just—”
“I know.”
I pull my shirt off with my clean hand, and line my cock up with Kit’s taint, dragging the head through his crack and painting him with my pre-cum.
It’s a fucking great sight.
His broad shoulders taper down to a genuinely absurd tight waist before swelling out into those two round globes. Between them, that ruined hole, still fluttering and failing to close, all flushed and soaking wet. And then my cock, thick and dark against his skin, about to claim it all.
The lube bottle’s nowhere in sight, so I glance at Walker—he’s already got his dick out, jacking it with a glazed-over look.
“Where’s the lube?” I ask. Walker reaches behind him without looking and tosses it to me with a grin.
“Bro, it’s already soaked,” Finn says, laughing around the mouth of his beer. “You trying to drown it?”
I pop the cap off with my teeth, and press the opening right against Kit’s hole, squeezing until the lube spills over his rim, dripping down his crack in thick streaks.
Kit makes a tiny sound.
The tiniest thing, barely a breath. But I hear it.
“Ohhh,” I croon, smearing the slick mess until his hole is glistening. “You felt that, didn’t you?” I lean down over him, pressing my cock against his crack. “You’ve got a real pretty ass, you know that?”
The guys behind me are quieter now—trying to listen, I bet.
“How much can it take, huh?” I ask. Kit doesn’t answer. He’s never going to answer, and I love that the question goes into that stillness and just stays there. I work three fingers back inside him. “Want to find out?”
Kit doesn’t move, but his hole sucks my fingers in, and fuck if that isn’t answer enough.
“Such a good doll for me,” I mutter, adding a fourth finger, twisting them deep until Kit’s breathing goes shallow. “A sloppy little sleeve for my dick.”
“Bro, he’s so into it,” Finn says, under his breath.
Yeah, I’m into it.
I’m so fucking into it.
“Fuck, look at this,” I groan, leaning back so I can watch Kit’s rim stretch around my hand. “Think you can handle all five, baby? Think you can take my whole fist?”
Kit’s hole clenches around my fingers, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
I tuck my thumb in and drive the whole mass of my hand forward, slow and relentless. His rim pales, stretching until the skin looks paper-thin, but it just keeps giving.
I get my entire hand inside.
“Holy fuck,” Grant pants. I glance up to see him palming his cock through his sweats, his eyes locked on my wrist disappearing into Kit’s ass.
Finn makes a choked noise, and when I look over, his dick is firing a massive load all over his own stomach and the floor. He’s shaking, his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck... sorry. That was—yeah. That happened. Don’t look at me.”
Grant laughs. Someone throws something at Finn.
I grin, turning back to Kit.
“See that? Finn just blew his load watching me wreck your ass. That’s how good you are.
” I pull my hand out, slicking my knuckles in the grease before balling my fingers into a tight fist and forcing the whole blunt shape back into him.
I grind my knuckles against his prostate, and Kit’s whole body shudders.
“Yeah, you like being my little showpiece.”
I work my fist slowly, dragging my knuckles along his inner walls just to feel the way they spasm. It’s the most perfect ass I’ve ever fisted.
I pull out and drive my fist back into Kit’s ass, burying it to the wrist. The muscle is already blown out, but I want it sloppy and completely ruined, stretched so wide he won’t be able to walk straight for a week.
“How often you guys use this hole for it to be this loose?” I ask, twisting my wrist to watch his rim stretch white and paper-thin around my arm.
“Uh,” Finn says, scratching his head. “Depends?”
Walker shrugs. “I hit it every morning before gym. I mean, I used to, but those last weeks with you here… Anyways, Mondays, Wednesday and Friday mornings for me for sure. Thursday’s usually Miles’ priority because it’s his free day. Weekends we run it together.”
“So basically,” I say, yanking my hand out just to punch it back in even deeper, “you guys wrecked it to this point.”
Kit’s breath hitches. His dick’s hard again, leaking all over the sheets, and suddenly I realize how lucky I’m for having this pretty jock taking my entire fist in his asshole, knowing I have free reign to use him whenever I want.
High school me would be in shock.
The guys crowd closer, their cocks out, jerking off as they watch me destroy Kit’s ass. Grant’s got a look in his eye like he’s about to take charge. He won’t, though, because they gifted this to me and, right now, Kit’s mine.
“Fuck,” Walker groans, pumping his dick. “Reid’s hollowing the doll out.”
I am. I’m hollowing him out so he’ll never forget the feel of my knuckles in his guts.
I pull my hand out, pour a massive puddle of lube into his gaping hole and ram my fist back in, pushing my arm to the limit his ass allows, and a little more.
It’s insane how he just takes it without a single whine.
It’s a massive turn-on.
“Who’s next after me?” I ask, looking at the guys. “Who still wants to fuck this sloppy mess?”
Grant grins, all teeth, rubbing his fat dick with a hard stroke. “Me. Gonna wreck that ass for good.”
I glance at his cock and smirk. “I’ll make sure it’s nice and loose for you, then.”
I pull my fist out, and let them all see the way Kit’s rim stays locked open.
Finn whistles. “Bro, you could fit a baseball bat in there.”
“No, it can’t,” Walker laughs, but he’s staring too.
“Should we try?”
I ignore their talk and line my cock up, not even bothering with a slow slide. I’m too hard, too fucking worked up, and I know his hole is loose enough, so I shove in balls-deep with one hard thrust.
He just takes it, his ass swallowing me like a loose glove. The noise is slick and sloppy, the sound of a hole well stretched and drenching and just how I like it. I pull out and slam back in, my balls slapping deliciously against his taint.
“Fuck, yeah,” Finn says, stroking himself again. “That’s savage, bro.”
I lean over Kit’s back, gripping his limp hips.
“You feel how open you are?” I groan in his ear, my hips pounding into him. “My cock is barely even stretching you now. You’re just a gaping wreck.”
I pull out almost all the way, just the tip kissing his rim, and look down at the mess I’ve made of him. His hole’s slack, gaping, dripping. I shove back in so hard his whole body jerks forward.
“Look at this pathetic little hole,” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else. “Can’t even close up anymore. Just stays open and ready, like it knows it’s only good for one thing.”
“What about guys who like it sloppy and dirty talk, man?”
“Grant’s the king of that nasty shit,” Finn adds. “His mouth’s as filthy as that log in his hand.”
“Fuck off, bro,” Grant says, but there’s no heat in it. I glance back and see his thick fist wrapped around his even thicker cock, stroking slowly. His eyes are glued to Kit’s hole. “My girl likes nasty talk.”
I chuckle, remembering Grant highlighting his book.
“You gonna fill it up after me?” I ask, my hips picking up speed. “Gonna make this pretty little hole take that horse cock of yours? Stretch it out even more?”
“Damn right,” Grant says. His free hand comes down on Kit’s ass. The smack echoes off the walls, and a bright red handprint blooms across Kit’s pale skin. “Gonna breed this slut. Look at how it gapes for it. Pathetic fuck-toy.”
The guys start arguing about what counts as “acceptable” dirty talk while I fuck Kit senseless, their voices overlapping. Grant’s talk is “vile” according to Finn, but Miles, stroking his long cock lazily, argues that “vile” is subjective. Also, according to them, I’m low level.
I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is the way Kit’s ass grips me, hot and tight despite how wrecked he is, the way his breath hitches when I angle my hips just right, the way his hole flutters around me.
I feel my orgasm building, hot and urgent, and I don’t fight it.
I bury myself balls-deep and cum with a groan, pumping my load into his guts in thick spurts.
Kit’s hole milks me through it, clenching and releasing and trying to get every single drop out of me.
I give it to him. All of it. I want him full.
Then I collapse onto the bed next to him, panting.
Kit’s face is inches from mine, his mouth slack, drool pooling on the mattress under his cheek. There’s also a huge, sticky puddle of pre under his dick, soaking through the sheets. My bed’s gonna smell like him for weeks. Like sex, sweat and jock fluids. It makes me want to laugh.
Grant shoves between his thighs before I’ve even caught my breath, his thick cock nudging the ruined hole.
“Finally,” he grunts, and rams his dick in without care.
I watch Kit’s face.
The way his eyelashes flutter when Grant bottoms out, and the way his lips part when Grant’s thrusts push him up the mattress. I watch the way his eyes roll back, showing nothing but white, and the way he drools. The way he bites his lip to avoid making a sound, and the way he sometimes fails.
Walker is next, then Finn, then Miles. Each of them takes a turn on Kit’s gaping hole, pulling his hips higher or arching his back more, using him like he’s nothing but a toy.
Kit comes twice—once when Walker’s drilling into him so hard it shakes the whole bed, and once when Miles jerks him off during his turn—and I watch his face the whole time.
And the whole fucking time I’m thinking, not for the first time, that he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.