Chapter 4 #2
Jai’s hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward the mirror above the desk. The angle is perfect. In the mirror, I’m on my knees, ass up, Wyatt behind me, his thick cock buried halfway in my ass, my hole stretched pink around the shaft. My face is flushed, my eyes wet, my mouth open on a sob.
“Look at yourself,” Jai says. “Look at that pretty little ass taking dick for the first time. You see that, Cade? That’s you being fucked.”
I sob. The sight is too much: my body, used, stretched, impaled. The stretch burns deeper as Wyatt pushes forward again. His cock is so thick, so heavy inside me, and my hole yields inch by inch, the burn giving way to a pressure that feels like it’s rearranging something fundamental inside me.
“Fuck,” Wyatt groans. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.”
He bottoms out. His hips press against my ass, his cock buried to the hilt, and the fullness is total. I’m stuffed, packed full, his cock pressing against that spot inside me with every shallow thrust, and my vision whites out for a second. My cock jerks, spilling pre-cum onto the sheets.
Wyatt’s arms wrap around me. He pulls me back against his chest, my spine to his stomach, and he brings his mouth to my ear. “Look at you. Look how sexy you are impaled on my dick. My cock in your virgin ass. You feel that, Cade? That’s me filling you up.”
I try to move, to rock back on his cock, and my hips jerk involuntarily. The movement sends a shock through my system, his cock dragging against that spot, and I cry out.
“Hold still,” Wyatt says. His arms tighten around me, pinning me against his chest. “You need a minute. Your body’s still adjusting. Let it happen.”
Jai moves in front of me. His cock is hard, long and thick, the foreskin partially retracted, the head slick. He wraps his hand around my cock, stroking slowly. Wyatt’s cock stretches my ass, Jai’s hand works my dick, and my head drops forward against Jai’s shoulder.
“There you go,” Jai murmurs. “Take it. You’re doing so good.”
“Such a good little fuckhole,” Wyatt says. His hips shift, a shallow thrust that makes me gasp. “Taking my cock like you were built for it. Weren’t you, Cade? Built to be fucked.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Yes, built for it. Your fuckhole. Just your fuckhole.”
Jai’s hand slows on my cock. He pulls back, and his other hand comes up to his own dick, pulling the foreskin forward until it’s loose, the head covered. “Look at this,” he says. “You want to be inside it?”
The question lands somewhere below my brain, in the animal part of me that understands without thinking. “Please,” I whisper. “Please let me.”
Jai groans. He guides my cock with his hand, presses it against his foreskin, and rolls the skin forward until I’m sheathed inside that warm, wet pocket.
The sight of my cock vanishing into him, wrapped in his own skin, is filthy and perfect.
It’s hot, slick, intimate, and my hips buck, driving me deeper into that wet heat.
“Holy fuck,” Jai breathes. “Your cock in my skin. Fuck, that’s good.”
He jerks us both, his foreskin sliding around the head of my cock with each stroke, our cocks pressed head to head inside the snug heat of his skin, and it’s so intense, so foreign, that I’m moaning against his shoulder, my hands gripping his biceps. Behind me, Wyatt starts to move.
The first real thrust is slow, controlled, his cock dragging out until just the head remains inside me, then pushing back in with deliberate force.
The stretch is still there, but it’s changing, the burn fading into something deeper, a fullness that borders on euphoria.
His cock hits that spot inside me on every thrust, and each impact sends a jolt through my cock, which is still buried in the wet heat of Jai’s foreskin.
“Fuck, he’s taking it,” Wyatt says. His pace picks up, his hips driving into my ass with more force, and the slap of skin on skin fills the room. “Tight little slut taking dick like a pro. You feel that, Cade? That’s me wrecking your ass.”
Jai’s hand works faster, his foreskin sliding around my cock, and it’s too much.
My orgasm builds without warning, a pressure low in my spine that spreads outward, and then I’m cumming, my cock pulsing inside Jai’s foreskin, spilling hot cum against the inside of that wet pocket.
The orgasm tears through me, my whole body shaking, my ass clenching around Wyatt’s cock, and I sob into Jai’s shoulder, incoherent, wrecked.
“Fuck, he came,” Jai says. He pulls back, and my cock slips free, dripping cum, and Jai’s foreskin is wet with it. “Look at the mess you made, Cade. Clean it up.”
Jai’s hand curls around the back of my neck and pulls my head down, bending me forward over his lap, his foreskin slick with my cum, and I lean in and lick.
The taste is my own, salty and bitter, mixed with the musk of Jai’s skin, and I suck his foreskin into my mouth, cleaning him with my tongue as Wyatt pounds into my ass from behind.
The thrusts are harder now, relentless, his cock driving into that spot with each stroke, and my oversensitive cock jerks, useless and aching.
“Good boy,” Jai murmurs. He cups the back of my head, holding me to his cock. “Suck it clean. That’s it.”
Wyatt’s pace is punishing. His cock pistons into my ass, the stretch long gone, replaced by a deep, rhythmic fullness that has me moaning around Jai’s dick.
My body is being used from both ends, my mouth full of cock, my ass full of cock, and it’s total: being fucked, being filled, being nothing but a set of holes for their pleasure.
“Your only job,” Wyatt says. “Your only job is to be a hole. My fuckhole. Our fuckhole. Say it.”
“Your fuckhole,” I gasp around Jai’s cock. “Just a hole. Just your hole.”
Jai’s cock pushes deeper into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow around him, my throat working.
His hand is tight in my hair, holding me in place, and Wyatt’s grip on my hips is bruising, his cock slamming into my ass with enough force to rock me forward with each thrust.
I cum again. Or my body tries to. My cock jerks, oversensitive and empty, and a thin dribble of cum spills onto the sheets beneath me.
It’s barely anything, my body too wrung-out to produce more, but orgasm without release washes through me, a full-body shudder, my ass clenching tight around Wyatt’s cock, my throat working around Jai’s.
“Fuck, he came again,” Wyatt groans. “Tight little ass milking my cock. I’m close. So close.”
“Me too,” Jai says. His cock pulses against my tongue. “Cumming, Cade. Take it. Swallow.”
Wyatt’s hips slam forward, his cock burying deep, and he holds there, his body tensing against my back.
His cock pulses inside me, hot cum flooding my ass, and being filled from the inside sends a helpless moan around Jai’s cock.
Jai follows, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing against my tongue, and cum floods my mouth, hot, salty, thicker than Wyatt’s, and I swallow, once, twice, my throat working, and some spills past my lips, down my chin, and I keep swallowing, taking every drop.
They collapse around me. Wyatt’s chest heaves against my back, his cock still buried in my ass, softening.
Jai pulls out of my mouth, his cock wet and spent, and drops onto the bed beside us.
For a long minute, nobody speaks. The only sound is our breathing, ragged and syncopated, and the distant hum of the ship’s engines below us.
My ass is full of cum. My throat is raw. My cock is limp and wet against my stomach. Every muscle in my body feels liquefied.
Jai reaches over and runs his thumb along my temple. His touch is gentle, almost tender. “I think I figured out our plan for the rest of the trip,” he says.
I lean down and kiss Jai’s cock, because I can touch him whenever I want. “This is the best vacation of my life,” I whisper.