Chapter 19 #2
I buck into his grip, my balls drawing up tight—
I explode so violently my vision goes totally dark, my cock violently firing ropes of jizz straight across Reid’s face, painting his fucking smirk.
He pulls away, and I have a very hot view of my semen smeared thick over his mouth and jaw.
His tongue darts out to sweep his bottom lip, collecting every drop before he crawls up my torso and hovers over my face, spitting the entire warm mouthful straight back into my open lips.
The taste hits my tongue, and I let out a groan because fuck, that’s always so hot.
Miles comes quickly to lick into my mouth, sucking my tongue and all the cum on it. Reid groans, dragging his tongue up my cheek where stray splatters of my load are smeared against my skin.
I grab both their heads and fist their hair, yanking them closer. Their mouths hover barely an inch apart, both of them panting and inhaling my heavy, cummy breath.
“Come on. Do it,” I demand, pulling them in.
“Fuck no,” Reid snarls, his scalp tightening under my grip as he tries to resist. But Miles goes completely pliant, letting me guide his head forward with zero fight.
He leans straight in, his tongue sliding over Reid’s clamped lips. Reid’s hand instantly flies up to grab Miles by the throat, but he doesn’t shove him away. He just pins him there, their mouths a millimeter apart with my cream smeared thick between them.
They surge forward at the same time, kissing for all it’s worth.
It’s an aggressive kiss. I see Miles sucking Reid’s tongue into his mouth with a wet sound that goes straight to my dead dick.
Reid groans—whether it’s pure hatred or hunger, who fucking knows—and violently bites down on Miles’ lower lip until I see a flash of red mix with the white.
They kiss like that, trying to murder each other by kissing alone, all teeth and spit and my cum mixing between their tongues.
“Fuck,” I gasp, pinching my oversensitive cockhead. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Miles pulls back first, breaking the kiss with a heavy gasp as Reid lets go of his throat. He wipes his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wide and completely dazed.
“Uh,” it’s all he says.
I grin up at them. “Your turn. Drench me.”
Reid shoves Miles out of the way, and kneels on the right side of my head. Miles rolls his eyes but drops down on my other side, yanking his sweats down to free his cock.
The swollen head of Reid’s dick is practically in my face, engorged, dark and juicy.
He rubs lazy circles right over the tip, smearing pre-cum across the open slit.
His other hand fists my hair, tilting my head back to pin me under him, the thick vein running along the underside of his rod pulsing hard against my forehead.
Miles spits into his palm and starts beating his meat, his strokes rough and fast, his hips jerking. With his free hand, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
“Out,” he mutters, his thumb hooking the corner of my lips to pry me wider.
Reid’s grip on my hair tightens, his cock bobbing inches from my face, the musky scent of him filling my nose. His balls hang heavy, swinging against my cheek when he shifts his weight, his thighs flexing around me.
I love this. Fuck, I live for this—the hot press of their bodies bracketing me, the musky scent of their sweat and pre flooding my nose.
If someone asked me to rank my top five ways to spend a Sunday morning, this would be on the list. All five guys standing over me, and just using my face as a fucking cumrag.
It started as a thing that happened once, and then became a thing that happened regularly because it turns out everyone involved is into it. Love that for us.
I reach for them blindly, one hand sliding over Miles’ skinny ass—soft and perfect for gripping—while my other palm cups Reid’s thicker, hairier cheek. The contrast is stupid hot. Miles’ ass flexes under my fingers, tight and small, his hole twitching when I drag my middle finger over it.
“Fuck,” Miles mutters, his hips jerking when I press against it. “I like you handsy.”
He fists his cock harder, his strokes so rough it makes his balls slap against my temple again and again. He’s leaking like a faucet, pre dripping down his fingers and onto my cheek. I try to catch it with my tongue.
Yeah, man, that’s the good life.
“You gonna give me that cum or what?”
Miles loses it. His dick jerks in his fist, his balls drawing up tight, and then he’s blasting cum across my face—my lips, my nose, my eyelids. It’s hot, thick and sticky, just the way I like it.
Reid slaps his hard cock on my jizz-covered tongue, and then he unloads too, shooting so hard his spurt gets into my nose.
I always love Reid’s cum because it’s thick and heavy and a lot.
Miles groans, his spent dick jerking at the sight.
He leans down a little to rub his softening meat on my face, smearing the combined juice all over my skin just to drag it back up to my mouth.
I suck it clean off his cockhead, dragging my tongue up his shaft, and catching every sticky drop. He groans, feeding me more of his soft dick. I give his cockhead a hard suck just to hear him curse.
“Holy—Fuck, you almost sucked my soul out,” he complains, and I laugh, kissing his tip better.
“Come on, babe, my turn,” Reid mutters, and yanks my face toward his dick.
I lick Reid’s cock from base to tip, and his hips buck when I swirl my tongue to clean under his foreskin.
I’m a cocksucker, I realize. I really love sucking cock.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Reid says, as if reading my thoughts. I kiss his tip too.
“Dude’s getting hard again,” Miles points at Reid’s dick, amused. “Is our youngest still going through puberty?”
Reid shoves him—half-hearted, too fucked-out to put real effort into it—and Miles collapses onto the bed beside me, laughing. Reid follows, his body heavy and warm against my other side, his arm slung over my waist possessively.
I’m sticky with sweat and cum, my dick sore, my hole throbbing, and I’ve never been fucking happier.