EIGHT
Alex was naked and bouncing in Ben’s lap.
Ben was sitting against the headboard of the bed, also naked, but from the doorway Finley couldn’t see much of Ben.
What he did see was Alex straddling Ben’s hips, ass cheeks pulled apart by Ben’s large hands.
Finley could see Alex’s hole sliding up and down as he rode Ben’s cock. Finley’s mouth went dry.
“Oh shit,” Finley breathed.
“He’s got a nice hole, doesn’t he?” Henry commented, seemingly unsurprised by the view.
“Yeah,” Finley agreed, voice barely audible. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Hold onto the bed,” Ben said. Alex stopped his motion and leaned forward enough to grip the top of the headboard with both hands. “Good, now lift up a bit, there you go,” Ben directed. Alex pulled himself upwards so that just the head of Ben’s cock was inside his hole.
“Good. Stay still for me,” Ben directed. Finley watched Alex nod and flex his hands on the headboard. Ben pistoned his hips upward, slamming his cock into Alex’s body. He dropped his hips back to the bed, before thrusting upwards again.
Each punch up into Alex’s body forced a cry from Alex’s lungs. It was dramatic, it was sexual, and it was fucking loud. No wonder they didn’t do this when the housemates were home. Finley wondered if the neighbors could hear.
Henry turned and saw the look on Finley’s face. He pressed up behind Finley and wrapped his arms around Finley’s belly and rested his chin on Finley’s shoulder. Finley thought he could feel Henry’s cock pressing against his ass through his jeans.
Ben ordered Alex onto his stomach and Alex scrambled off Ben’s cock and turned towards Finley and Henry before falling onto his forearms. He lifted his ass in the air and Ben climbed onto his knees and pushed his cock back into Alex’s body.
Alex looked up at Finley from his position on all fours. His lips were parted and his jaw was slack. Finley’s come had been messily wiped from Alex’s face, and Finley could see the tacky tracks of dried fluid across one of his cheek bones. Alex kept his eyes locked with Finley as Ben used his ass.
Heat pooled in Finley’s cock so fast it hurt. Henry dropped a hand from Finley’s belly to grope at Finley’s cock through his jeans, and Finley nearly came again. He wondered if he had the same slack, blissed out expression Alex did.
Alex’s moans changed in pitch and his eyes grew wider. His eyebrows knit together.
“Feels good in your ass, baby?” Henry asked. Alex made a pitiful moan in response.
Henry stepped around Finley and crouched down next to the foot of the bed.
He tugged Finley’s arm and Finley crouched down next to him.
From the new angle, Finley was inches from Alex’s face.
He could see Alex’s cock bobbing up and down with every thrust. A ribbon of clear fluid hung from the slit in his cock.
Henry pushed two fingers between Alex’s open lips. Alex closed his lips around the fingers and Henry pushed them as far into Alex’s mouth as they would go.
“Want to feel his mouth?” Henry asked. “Go on.” Finley reached carefully for Alex’s mouth and pushed his index finger between Alex’s lips alongside Henry’s.
Alex sucked hard on the three fingers in his mouth, and Finley felt his finger pulled deeper alongside Henry’s. Alex made a weak, choking sound. Finley swore.
“Watch his cock,” Henry said softly. Finley pulled his eyes from Alex’s lips to watch his cock. Alex pushed back rhythmically as Ben fucked into him. He sucked hard and his muffled moans pitched higher before he screamed, lips still closed around the fingers in his mouth.
Alex’s untouched cock spurted stream after stream across the sheets underneath him. Ben lost his rhythm and fucked into Alex erratically before he shouted and shoved deep inside. He dropped his head back and sighed as he finished inside Alex.
Henry pulled his fingers from Alex’s mouth and Finley followed his lead. Alex gasped for breath and pressed his forehead into the mattress. Henry pressed his hand into the back of Alex’s neck and rubbed, soothing him.
“Do you want to be next?” Henry asked in Finley’s ear.
“Does he… need a break?” Finley asked. Ben pulled out of Alex and Finley couldn’t help but glance at the man’s softening cock. It was big, and Finley couldn’t imagine how big it had been when he was hard. Ben casually reached over the side of the bed for his boxers.
“You need a break, honey?” Henry asked, nose in the hair on top of Alex’s head. Alex shook his head from side to side. “You like getting used up?” Henry asked. Alex nodded into the sheets. Without Ben holding his hips, Alex dropped the rest of his body onto the mattress. He looked spent.
Finley wanted to go next. He was worried he might come in his pants before he got the chance to push inside Alex if he had to wait.
On the other hand, if he went last, he’d get to experience the mess that would be left inside Alex.
And there were a lot of men in the small bedroom.
Getting sucked off in a room full of people had been strange enough, and he was nervous about being watched.
He turned toward Henry and tried to catch his eye. Henry noticed and looked at Finley.
“Can I go last?” Finley mouthed the words so Alex wouldn’t hear. “Is that okay?” Henry face broke out into an open smile and he nodded.
“You want him well used?” Henry said, in a quiet voice, but loud enough to be heard by Alex.
“Yeah, actually,” Finley admitted. It was hard to admit to himself, but thinking about Alex exhausted and rung out while he fucked him was lighting something in his brain.
“I had a good feeling about you, Finley,” Henry said. On another side of the bed, Ben pulled on his jeans. Alex remained crumpled, face down on the bed.
Henry pushed himself up to standing and climbed onto the bed.
Finley shuffled backwards to the wall and sat against it.
Ben came to Finley and slid down the wall to sit next to him.
Ben hadn’t bothered to pull on his t-shirt, and he smelled like sweat and deodorant.
Ben turned to look at Finley and nudged his shoulder against Finley’s.
“Gonna watch?” Ben asked. Finley nodded. “Me too,” Ben said. He leaned his head back against the wall. Finley’s eyes swept over Ben’s bare chest before he looked back at the couple on the bed.
Alex was still face down on the bed, breathing evenly. Henry pulled off his t-shirt and opened his jeans. He pulled his cock from inside his jeans and pushed them below his hips. He coated his cock in lube from the nightstand and tossed the bottle onto the floor.
Finley watched as Henry parted Alex’s glutes and pressed his cock against Alex’s hole. Alex moaned into the sheets. Henry pushed himself slowly into Alex’s body.
“He stretched you out, didn’t he?” Henry murmured. He moved Alex’s arms, so they lay by Alex’s ribs. He moved easily, without resistance. Henry draped himself over Alex’s body and braced himself on his forearms. He rolled his hips and pushed deep into Alex.
Alex made a weak, whiny sound. He did it again, and he sounded needy and horny and pitiful at the same time.
Finley flushed hot all over. He realized he was the only person in the room who was still fully clothed.
Fuck it, Finley thought, and he stripped off his t-shirt. The cool air in the room was a relief.
Henry lay on top of Alex, their bodies connect everywhere as Henry thrust into him. Henry’s mouth was next to Alex’s ear, and he murmured a stream of filth as he fucked him. It was faint, but what Finley could hear made his cock ache.
“Been such a good boy for my friends, such a good hole, aren’t you?” Henry murmured. Alex’s lips were parted and he made small, breathy moans every time Henry pushed inside his body.
Ben dropped a hand to Finley’s thigh. Finley, desperate for any contact, let his knees fall further apart. Ben took the invitation and moved his hand further up the inside of Finley’s leg. He cupped Finley’s balls through his jeans.
Henry fucked into Alex for so long Finley began to relax and he allowed himself to lean into Ben’s shoulder while they watched. Ben absentmindedly petted at Finley’s balls through his jeans and Finley let the arousal simmer.
Henry paused several times to push deep in Alex and grind down on him. Alex moaned and whined but otherwise remained still.
Eventually, Henry’s thrusts became erratic. Alex continued to lay flat on the bed, the momentum of the thrusts moved him up and back. Finley wondered what the pressure felt like on Alex’s cock. He wondered if he was hard.
Henry sucked on the nape of Alex’s neck, hard.
Alex made a high-pitched whine, and Henry sucked on the juncture of Alex’s neck and shoulder.
He whispered something in Alex’s ear that Finley couldn’t hear, but Alex shuddered and whined.
Henry pressed his forehead into the back of Alex’s neck and gasped for air.
He jolted, then gasped, then closed his eyes and stilled.
After a few moments, Henry pushed himself onto his hands and pulled out carefully.
He grabbed a handful of bunched up sheets and wiped his softening cock.
Then he pulled up his jeans and closed them before climbing off the bed.
Alex lay face down on the mattress, waiting. Finley waited for his own instructions.
“Want a turn?” Henry asked. He stood over Finley and extended his hand to help him stand. Finley took his hand and let himself be pulled to his feet.
“Yeah,” Finley said, loud enough for Alex to hear.
“He’s a mess,” Henry warned, for Alex’s benefit.
Finley climbed onto the bed and straddled Alex’s body. He gripped his shoulder and pulled, turning Alex onto his back. He shuffled down to Alex’s thighs so he could get a full view of Alex’s body.