Chapter 9 #2
“You wanna know what he really likes?” Marcus went to his knees, slipping between Katt and Samson, and tugged Samson’s pants further down his thighs, freeing the full weight of him.
He dragged his palms slowly up the man’s muscular inner thighs, fingers spreading as the skin grew warmer and softer toward the crease, until his hands met the heavy sack hanging beneath Samson’s cock.
He cradled it carefully, feeling its dense warmth, the taut skin shifting under his thumbs as he rolled it gently in his palms. “He likes to have his goodies licked and sucked while he’s getting jerked or blown. ”
“Shit,” Royal snorted. “Don’t we all?”
Even Lucas had to agree with him on that.
Marcus giggled, then gulped half the sack into his mouth. Samson’s breath caught sharply in his throat, and his lower abs clenched violently. His cock twitched hard in Katt’s fists and spat out more precum.
Pressing against Samson, Mickey’s left hand disappeared behind the man. Samson grunted, tensing even more. Katt stroked his cock with growing enthusiasm, only half aware of his own actions as Mickey’s left arm flexed repeatedly with whatever his hand was doing out of sight.
What do you think he’s doing? He’s fingering his ass!
The back of Marcus’s head lightly bumped Katt’s hard crotch as he sucked Samson’s balls, tugging them with his mouth. He slipped one of his hands between the man’s thighs and joined Mickey in his backdoor activity.
Samson gripped the edge of the pool table. His jaw locked as his facial muscles flexed, his face straining. The other men seemed content to watch, some groaning, and others whispering profanities as they jerked their own cocks with more vigor.
The atmosphere in the rec room crackled with sexual tension, and Katt was no more immune to it than the other men. He realized he was pressing his crotch against Marcus’s head, almost rubbing on the boy, as his hands worked desperately on Samson’s cock.
Katt’s body flushed as he gripped the thick, pulsating shaft, the heat of it searing his hands.
He surrendered to the urge to roll his palms over the engorged, purple tip, slicking the pulsing flesh with ropes of glistening precum that clung to his fingers like webs.
He smeared the viscous fluid down the thick shaft, feeling every throbbing vein as the beastly cock throbbed and swelled in his grip.
Samson craned his head back, jaw locked, tendons straining in his throat as low, strangled growls tore out of him with each breath.
His powerful hips drove forward in a hard, rolling rhythm, fucking Katt’s fists with the full, slick weight of him—slow at first, then faster, more urgent, the thick shaft sliding hot and wet through Katt’s grip with every thrust.
The twins intensified their rear work, and Samson’s whole body surged forward with a sharp grunt, his cock forcing through Katt’s grip and dragging its slippery, leaking head up the front of his shirt, smearing a hot, translucent streak across the cotton, soaking through to the skin beneath.
Down between them, Marcus pushed his head back into Katt’s crotch, rolling against his throbbing erection.
Samson’s cockhead snagged on the hem of Katt’s T-shirt, tugging it upward with each powerful thrust, the fabric peeling back like a second skin until the hot, slick length of him was gliding against Katt’s bare abdomen.
Katt’s stomach muscles clenched at the slippery friction, his eyes squeezing shut as he stroked Samson’s thick shaft, the copious precum coating his flesh like warm oil.
The slick sounds of Samson’s cock sliding against his skin filled his ears, a filthy symphony that sent waves of heat pulsing through his groin.
He was only vaguely aware of Marcus shifting between his legs until the sudden heat of the boy’s mouth engulfed his cock through his jeans, the wetness soaking through the denim as Marcus began to suck him in earnest, the moist friction igniting sparks of pleasure that jolted through his body.
Oh fuck… fuck…
His loins burned like lava. Katt helplessly pushed against Marcus’s talented mouth and jerked on Samson’s cock, knowing without consciously admitting it, that he desperately wanted to cum with the man.
“Fuck…” Samson grunted and started to pull out of Katt’s grip.
“No…” Katt gasped with a tremor, his head light and fuzzy. “Don’t… stop…” He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus on was the burning in his loins and the sheer need to cum.
Samson took him at his word and drove his hips, forcing his cock through Katt’s fists, the slick shaft gliding against his bare stomach, leaving trails of hot precum.
Through the fog of lust, Katt registered the sharp rasp of a zipper, and then Marcus’s mouth was on him, the wet heat of it searing through the thin cotton of his underwear.
The fabric was barely a barrier as Marcus’s tongue pressed against his hard length, the suction drawing the cotton tight against his dick, outlining every throbbing vein.
Katt’s breath hitched, his hips jerking forward of their own volition, chasing the friction and the warmth and the wet.
Mickey’s face lit up with glee, flushed and glistening with sweat as he worked Samson from behind and watched Katt getting off on his boyfriend’s mouth. “Don’t fight it,” he cooed. “Go all the way. It feels so good, doesn’t it? He sucks so good.”
Katt was practically shaking, his hands gripping Samson’s engorged dick as the man ground against him harder, with more urgency, grunting louder.
He’s gonna cum… all over you!
Katt stroked him harder.
I’m gonna cum!
“Huh!” Samson’s breath shattered into a raw, guttural cry, and the first rope of cum erupted up beneath Katt’s shirt in a scalding streak, spattering his stomach and chest. Samson’s hips snapped forward again and again, each thrust wringing another thick pulse from him, ropes of it clinging to Katt’s shirt in translucent strings, the excess sliding in slow, warm rivulets down his trembling skin.
The heat of it broke Katt completely. He released Samson’s cock and seized Marcus by the hair with both hands, hips driving forward in hard, desperate jerks, fucking the soaked cotton against his aching length.
The wet friction was unbearable. “Fuck—!” The word tore out of him in pieces as he came, his cock pulsing hard against Marcus’s tongue, flooding his briefs in long, shuddering pulses, his thighs locking, his whole body seizing with it.
“Mmm!” Marcus moaned against him and sucked harder, straining his cum through the cotton threads, working him through every last shudder, the soaked fabric no barrier at all.
Katt suddenly staggered back, legs quivering.
He looked down at his crotch, where the sodden underwear clung to him, darkened with a mix of spit and ejaculate.
His shirt stuck to his torso, plastered with ropes of Samson’s cum, the wet heat slowly seeping into the cotton fibers, some still creeping down his skin in warm rivulets
What the fuck just happened? What the fuck…?!