SEVEN
“You’re leaving?” Max asked, hands on Greyson’s waist. He pushed his hands under Greyson’s shirt and groped at Greyson’s bare chest.
“I thought…” Greyson started. Max interrupted.
“You thought I didn’t want to fuck you? You thought I was going to go home without finishing what I started?” Max laughed in disbelief. He kept backing Greyson deeper into the woods. Greyson felt his calf hit something, and he looked down to step backwards over a fallen tree.
“We’re in the woods,” Greyson protested. Max’s thumbnails scratched along Greyson’s nipples.
“Do you want it or not?” Max asked. Greyson didn’t have to think about it.
“I want it,” Greyson said.
“Then shut the fuck up, and let me fuck you,” Max said. Greyson didn’t understand how being talked to like that could be so hot, but his dick was already straining in his shorts again.
“Here,” Ellis called from a few meters away. He stood beside a wide tree.
“Be good and follow directions,” Max teased. Greyson stepped over sticks and rocks and made his way to Ellis. Ellis spun him towards the tree and positioned him so the tree blocked the view from the trail.
“Step back,” Max said. He pulled Greyson by the hips a step away from the tree, then pushed Greyson between the shoulder blades. Greyson bent forward and braced himself by the forearms against the trunk of the tree. Max opened Greyson’s shorts, and they dropped to his ankles.
“Were you really going to have me carry your boxers home?” Ellis complained. He pulled Greyson’s damp and balled-up boxers from his pocket and dropped them to the group.
“I guess I forgot about them…” Ellis tossed something at Max, who caught it with one hand.
“Can you believe this guy was going to just walk off like I didn’t suck his dick?” Max complained to Ellis. He pushed two slick fingers inside Greyson. Greyson’s eyes slipped closed, and he pushed back on Max’s fingers.
“You'd better have a good grip on him. He looks like he’s going to fall over,” Ellis commented.
“I got him. Don’t I, Greyson?” Greyson’s name sounded warm and sweet from Max’s mouth.
“Yeah… yeah, please fuck me,” Greyson asked softly. The trunk of the tree rubbed against Greyson’s forearms, and it scratched a little. Greyson could hardly feel it. All he could think about was how deep Max’s fingers were and how much bigger his cock was going to be.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Max said. Greyson heard the slow metallic sound of Max’s zipper opening. His mouth was open, and he tried to slow his breathing. He didn’t want to hyperventilate and fall over before he got what he wanted.
Max gripped Greyson’s bare hips and lined up his cock. Greyson could feel the slick, blunt head pushing against his hole. He braced himself instinctively.
“Relax, I got you,” Max murmured. Greyson felt another hand on the back of his neck, then another around his ribs. Ellis was supporting him from the side. Greyson let his body melt.
Max’s cock eased through the ring of muscle at Greyson’s entrance. The stretch burned. Max pressed inside at an achingly slow pace. It felt impossibly big. Greyson remembered how wide his mouth had been stretched around Ellis’s cock, and how not even half of it could fit before he gagged.
“Fuck, oh, fuck, it’s…” Greyson fought to articulate what he wanted.
“Need a break?” Max asked.
“No! Please, don’t stop!” Greyson nearly panicked at the thought that they might think he was tapping out. Not when he was this close to getting everything he wanted from these men.
“Does it hurt?” Max asked. His slow press inside Greyson paused, and Greyson nearly sobbed with frustration.
“No! It’s good, it’s so good,” Greyson choked out.
“Okay, okay, don’t worry.” Max pressed in deeper, and Greyson groaned.
“You going to let me take a turn next?” Ellis asked. His grip on the back of Greyson’s neck dug into Greyson’s skin. Greyson hoped his fingers might leave bruises he could look at later.
“Oh, fuck yes, please,” Greyson gasped.
Greyson felt Max’s pelvis press up against his ass. Max was fully inside him. Greyson felt impossibly full and stretched open. He wanted to come. He looked down his body at his untouched cock. He couldn’t take his arms off the tree trunk, or he’d fall.
Greyson felt Max rock his hips back and then forward. Greyson felt a deep sense of arousal in his abdomen. Max did it again, and a dribble of fluid ran out of Greyson’s untouched cock and dripped onto the ground below.
“More, please more,” Greyson begged.
“He’s so fucking tight,” Max cursed. Max’s voice was strained. His grip on Greyson’s hips felt like iron. Greyson loved that Max sounded as wrecked as he felt. Greyson wanted Max to lose his control and take him.
“It’s so good,” Greyson moaned. “It’s so big.” If Max knew Greyson was goading him, he didn’t let on. He pulled out further and pushed back in so his pelvis ground against Greyson’s ass.
“Fuck me,” Greyson pressed him. Ellis laughed.
“Was the shy, nervous to take his shirt off an act or what?” Ellis asked Max. “Your dick turned him into a brat.”
Greyson was about to really become a brat when Max finally gave in. Max fucked into Greyson with deep, quick strokes.
“Oh, fuck, thank you,” Greyson groaned. He whined and pushed his hips back with every slap of Max’s pelvis against his ass.
Greyson tried to keep his voice down, but his moans were torn out of him. Anyone walking nearby would hear him, but he couldn’t stop.
“Shit, I’m going to…” Max gasped.
“Do it. I want to fuck him with your mess in him,” Ellis said. Greyson shuddered and whined so loudly that Ellis slapped his hand over Greyson’s mouth. Greyson bucked his hips, and a wave of ecstasy tore through him. He screamed behind Ellis’s palm.
“Holy shit…” Max cursed. He thrust frantically into Greyson, and Greyson felt like his insides were rearranging. He sobbed into the hand over his mouth. Max thrust hard and stilled. Greyson felt his cock pulsing inside him. He was taking Max’s come, raw.
Max cursed again before slowly pulling his cock out. Ellis removed his hand from Greyson’s mouth. Greyson panted for air.
“Do you need to stop?” Ellis asked.
“I want more,” Greyson begged around gulps of air.
“Needy,” Max admonished, fondly.
“Cover his mouth,” Ellis said to Max. Greyson heard Max zipping his shorts closed. Max wrapped an arm around Greyson’s shoulders and held him secure against his body, and covered Greyson’s mouth with his hand.
Ellis pushed his cock easily inside Greyson. Greyson shuddered and moaned into Max’s palm. He heard the squelching sound of Max’s come flowing around Ellis’s dick. He felt like a toy. He felt used. It lit him on fire.
“We should take more walks,” Max said casually to Ellis. Ellis rocked in and out of Greyson. He chuckled.
“You’re not kidding. Fuck, we found some great ass,” Ellis responded. Greyson loved that they were talking about him as if he wasn’t there. His eyes rolled back behind his eyelids.
“Try not to take all afternoon, he’s making enough noise to get us caught,” Max said.
“I’ll take as long as I want,” Ellis responded.
“If anyone sees, maybe they’ll want a piece of him.
I’ll share when I’m finished.” Greyson wanted Ellis to fuck him harder.
He would have begged for him to fuck him harder, but Max had his hand clapped solidly over his mouth.
He pushed back onto Ellis’s cock to communicate what he wanted.
“Brat’s still begging for more,” Ellis grumbled. “What a slut.” Greyson pushed back faster. He was fucking himself on Ellis’s cock.
“Alright, brat. Stop pitching a fit.” Ellis gripped Greyson’s hips and chased his climax. The momentum of Ellis’s thrust was so strong that Greyson couldn’t support himself with his forearms. Max held him steady for his partner to use.
Greyson’s body trembled uncontrollably. He sucked air through his nose. His insides tightened, and Ellis groaned as Greyson’s hole squeezed his dick. Greyson was powerless to control what was happening deep in his guts.
His climax ripped through him, and he twisted backwards as his body convulsed. Ellis fucked Greyson while Greyson’s cock spurted untouched under his body. Ellis held himself back until Greyson was limp and spent in Max’s arms.
Greyson barely registered Ellis finishing inside him.
Max helped him stay standing while Ellis pulled out and pulled Greyson’s shorts back into place.
Greyson collapsed against the trunk of the tree and looked up at the two men, who looked down at him with pleasantly fucked-out expressions on their faces.
“You good?” Max asked, brushing hair off Greyson’s forehead. Greyson nodded. He imagined it would be a wobbly walk back to his car.
“Can you walk?” Max asked.
“Yeah, I just need a minute,” Greyson said. He felt limp and satiated.
“We should drive him home,” Ellis said, looking at Max.
“I’m okay,” Greyson protested.
“Or you could come home with us…” Max said. Ellis raised his eyebrows at Greyson.
“Not a bad idea. Water, shower, do it again?” Ellis suggested. He reached out his hand to pull Greyson to his feet. Greyson imagined letting the men do whatever they wanted to him for the rest of the night.
“Yeah, you know what? Why not.” Greyson felt bold. He was ready for something different.