Chapter 13
Reid’s got a thing for sleeping inside me.
No, he’s not hammering away all night. He uses me as a straight-up cockwarmer on Standby night—cock buried in me, one arm around my waist, face pressed into the back of my neck, and we’ll sleep like that.
Being a human cockwarmer is actually top-tier comfort. I don’t know the science of it—I’m an engineer, not a biologist, and even if I was, I don’t think there’s a peer-reviewed study on why sleeping with a dude’s log parked in your ass makes your whole body feel good.
The whole thing barely feels real.
It started maybe a week after the welcome party.
He used the doll one night and just stayed plugged in when I expected him to pull out and go to his own bed.
I was offline so I didn’t react, but deep under the doll act, a part of me went oh, and then stayed very still for a completely different reason.
He does it almost every Standby night now. I fall asleep full of him, his arm heavy across my waist, his breathing evening out against my shoulder, and it’s good. I like it a lot. I actually sleep better those nights.
Most mornings, Reid’s still half asleep when Walker comes in for his usual routine, and they have the most surreal low-voice conversations over my body while I’m technically awake and technically not supposed to be acknowledging any of it.
Walker’s gotten used to it, though. He’ll see Reid there, pull his shirt off, stretch his shoulders, and just wait. Reid slips out, Walker rams right in, and the day begins. It’s a handoff. The other guys would find this completely normal, because for us it is.
This morning starts the same way.
Reid’s inside me, arm heavy over my waist. The early light’s coming through the gap in the curtain, and I’m in that warm half-place of not quite asleep, but not awakened either.
The door opens.
Walker steps in, already shirtless, stretching his arms overhead. His eyes flick to Reid still buried inside me.
“Morning,” he says, yawning.
Reid grunts, shifting. I can feel him stirring inside me, half-hard but still snug. “Mm.”
Walker rolls his shoulders, popping his neck, and I can already see the thick outline of his dick straining against his sweats. He’s zero-subtle about being ready to go.
“How’s the doll holding up?” Walker asks, nodding at me.
Reid exhales, nuzzling the back of my neck. “Tight.”
“After you stayed parked in there all night?” Walker grins, scratching his stomach. “Dude, how does its ass even handle all this? We’re not exactly packing small gear.”
Reid’s fingers flex against my hip. “I think it’d take more than this to break him.”
“Yeah? Would you say it’s a… ‘good quality hole?’”
Reid snorts, and Walker laughs, stepping closer. His knee bumps against the bedframe, and I can feel the mattress dip under his weight.
“Yo, for real though, dude. You think he actually likes it? Getting fucked like this? I know the doll digs the whole act. But like. Taking a fat dick in the ass specifically. Does that even feel good for a guy?”
Reid hums, shifting again, I feel him thickening inside me, his cock swelling until it’s pressing against all the right places.
“You ever stick a finger up there while jerking off?”
“Bro—hell no. Fuck that.”
“Liar.” Reid chuckles. “Every guy’s done it at least once.”
“Okay, maybe. Like, once. Just to see what the hype was about.”
“And?”
Walker shrugs, avoiding eye contact, his cheeks going pink. “Felt weird as fuck. But like… not bad.”
Reid hums, nuzzling the back of my neck. “So imagine that, but with a dick.”
Walker’s quiet for a second, his eyes dropping to my dick.
“That’s different.”
“Try it.”
“What?”
“The doll comes with a dildo attachment,” Reid says, his hand sliding from my hip to the front to clamp onto my dick and wag it at the Walker. I see some of my juice flying and landing right on his bulge, darkening his sweats.
“Bro, what the fuck?”
“Seriously, man,” Reid says, swiping his thumb over my piss-slit. “It’s just a tool. You’ve been using the doll’s ass for weeks, you might as well see how the dick works. You have no problem rubbing your hole all over his mouth when you’re jacking off. How is sitting on his dick any different?”
Walker grunts, his eyes locked on my dick. I can’t stop leaking an absolute pool of pre-cum on Reid’s fingers.
“Man, that’s just...?”
“It’s just a doll, man,” Reid says. “With a self-lubricating joystick.”
“Bro, I don’t know.”
Reid exhales against the back of my neck, his cock twitching inside me. It feels like he’s mentally breaking Walker and getting a massive rush out of the corruption.
“You’re the one who asked if it feels good. Just try it.”
Walker scoffs. “Yeah, and what? You gonna watch?”
“Wouldn’t be the weirdest shit we’ve done.”
“Dude, that’s—no,” he says, offering zero actual resistance. “That’s… that’s gay.”
Reid snorts. “You’re balls-deep in a guy every morning, man. Pretty sure the gay ship already sailed.”
“That’s different,” Walker insists, but his voice cracks on the last word.
“How?”
“Because—fuck, I don’t know. Because it’s him.” He gestures vaguely at me. “And he’s the doll. It’s not the same.”
Reid gives my dick a little squeeze and lets go, his hand coming up to play with my nipple.
“I didn’t think you’d be scared of something so dumb.”
Walker hesitates. I can practically hear the gears grinding in his thick head.
“You’ve… had something in your—I mean, didn’t ever…?”
“Yeah.”
“With the… doll’s, hm, attachment?”
“No, dumbass. With my fingers.” Reid chuckles. “Every guy’s got a good spot up there, man. Doesn’t mean you’re into dudes.”
Walker exhales sharply, scrubbing a hand over his face, his cheeks flushing darker.
“Fuck, man. Fine. But you swear to God you won’t tell the guys? If they find out I used the doll’s meat, I’m never hearing the end of it.”
“It stays in the room, I swear,” Reid says, his voice level, but his dick throbs hard inside me again. “It’s your business.”
Walker huffs, but reaches toward the dresser where we keep the lube.
Reid shifts behind me, both arms locked around my ribs.
He sits up against the headboard and drags me with him until I’m sitting on his lap, his cock still buried balls-deep in my ass.
The angle makes his meat grind right against my prostate, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from breaking character.
“C’mon, man,” Reid says, nodding at Walker. “Show the doll what he’s been missing.”
Walker freezes with the lube bottle in his hand.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Reid palms my leaking dick. “You’ve seen his hole a hundred times. The doll spent hours with your ass mashed against his nose, but he’s never actually seen the view.”
“That’s—” Walker’s throat bobs. “Now that’s too gay, man.”
“And jacking off with a dildo up your ass isn’t?” Reid counters, squeezing my cockhead until more prefuck smears across his fingers. “It’s just a tool, man. Use it to get off.”
Walker mutters something that sounds like “fuck my life,” but he still pours a slick glob of lube into his palm. He hesitates for half a second before shoving his sweats down, freeing his veiny cock and the heavy set of balls beneath it. He’s rocking a massive, throbbing boner.
Reid leans forward, biting my ear. “Watch him, doll. You’ll see how tight a jock hole looks.”
Walker glares over his shoulder, but he still spreads his legs wider, one hand braced against the wall as the other circles his hole with two lubed-up fingers.
“Fuck, this is weird,” he grumbles, but his dick is jumping very enthusiastically.
“You’re the one who’s curious about a dick up your ass.
” Reid’s fingers drag along my shaft, smearing slick down my length, his other arm locked around my waist to keep me pinned against his chest. “Besides, it’s just a doll.
It doesn’t care if you use its meat to jack off with.
And you’re lucky because this dildo is also high quality. ”
Hell yeah.
That’s what I am. A set of holes and a dick that happens to be attached to a body. It’s always a turn-on getting praised for being such a good little nothing.
“Holy fuck,” Walker groans, circling his rim like he’s testing the water.
“Keep going,” Reid murmurs, his hand sliding up to palm my pec. “The doll’s watching. Bet it’s never seen a jock hole being opened before.” He pinches my nipple. “Jock holes are the best, aren’t they, doll? All that tight muscle just waiting to be split open and ruined.”
He’s right.
I’ve had Walker’s sweaty ass-crack plastered against my mouth a hundred times after he hits the rack.
I’ve swallowed his musk and felt every twitch of those cheeks while he used me as a seat, but I’ve never actually scoped the opening like this.
Not his thick finger pressing into it, exposing the puckered skin I’ve only ever felt with my lips. It’s absolutely insane.
Fuck. My dick jerks in Reid’s grip, more and more pre-cum leaking onto his fingers.
“Look at it stretch,” Reid whispers in my ear, his cock pulsing inside me. “Nothing feels better than breaking a hole like that, doll. Watching a jock realize he’s just a warm place to park a hard cock.”
I wonder what kind of freak-tier fantasies Reid is actually running in his head right now.
If I had to bet my scholarship on it, I’d say he spent high school getting bullied by guys who look exactly like Walker and me, and now he’s getting his revenge by watching one jock finger himself while he’s balls-deep in another.
Walker curses under his breath when his finger sinks knuckle-deep. “Fuck, fuck—!”
Reid’s cock swells even more inside me.
“Good?”
Walker’s breathing turns ragged, his finger working in and out of himself at a clumsy pace.
“Dude, this is—fuck—weird!”
“You keep saying that.” Reid chuckles, his hips shifting under me, grinding his tool deeper. “Weird because you are touching there? Or weird because we’re watching?”
“Shit. That’s—fuck, I don’t know. Both?”