Riley pressed his face in, tongue hot and slick as it lapped up Ethan’s shaft, circling the head, making little kittenish sounds with every stroke. He kept eye contact, worshipping every inch, his hand wrapping around the base, milking it with gentle tugs.
Ethan thought he’d come right there. Instead, he put his hand on Riley’s head, shocked by how natural it felt.
Riley moaned, then took Ethan deep, all the way to the back of his throat in one practiced move. He held there, swallowing, then came up for air and smiled.
“Stick your tongue out,” Ethan said, finding a growl he didn’t know he had.
Riley stuck his tongue out, wide and waiting.
Ethan smacked his cock against it. “I have a big load to feed you. Get to work, bitch.”
Riley’s eyes went wide, his whole body shivering in delight. “Yes sir,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to swallow it all.”
He dove back down, bobbing faster now, using both hands—one for Ethan, the other still stroking Jack, who was watching. Riley was everywhere: up and down, licking the seam, teasingthe head, then deepthroating until his nose pressed into Ethan’s pubes.
Ethan lost himself in the feeling—the heat, the suction, the dizzy rush of power and helplessness all at once. He let out a groan, looked down at Riley’s messy hair, his own cock sliding in and out of that hungry mouth, and felt more alive than he’d ever been.
Jack watched, fist pumping slowly, pre-cum glistening in the moonlight. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. “Watching a first-timer always gets me.”
Ethan looked up at Jack, then at Riley’s hand jerking Jack’s cock. On impulse, Ethan reached over and cupped Jack’s balls—they were full and heavy, swinging with every pump of Riley’s fist. Jack grinned, then let Ethan’s hand roam higher, until he had the full weight of Jack’s cock in his palm. Riley leaned in, tongue flicking over Jack’s balls in time with Ethan’s fingers, making it a team effort. The sensation—of another man’s cock, of shared hunger, of being seen and accepted—was electric.
Jack’s cock was thicker and longer than Ethan’s, the skin hot and veined, the tip angry red and drooling pre-cum. Ethan moved stroked it, feeling along the thick shaft, the veins standing out like blue maps. He wrapped his fingers around it, testing the weight, and then looked up at Jack for approval.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be shy. You wanna try sucking it?” he asked.
Ethan was surprised at how much he did wanted to. Not for Riley, not for Jack, not even to prove something to himself—just because the need was there, big and un-ignorable, blooming inside him. He’d jerked off to the idea before, but the reality was so much more immediate, so much more alive.
Ethan nodded, licking his lips, and for a split second felt like he was sixteen again, about to touch a girl’s breast for the firsttime—thrilled, terrified, and more alive than he’d ever been. “I—yeah. I do.”
He released the tension of needing to justify himself, the words bubbling up as if they had been waiting for this moment. “You know, I’ve thought about this a lot lately. Being out here has made me see things differently, and I feel like I’m finally starting to understand who I am. I want to try, I would love to." His hand trembled slightly. "But I don't—" He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "I don't know what I'm doing, what if I'm terrible at it?"
Jack laughed, loud and full. “Don’t worry. Every cocksucker starts somewhere. Besides, I love enthusiasm. Lucky for you, I love training up a new cocksucker. I especially love deepthroat training. And you picked the best time possible to learn because ol’ Riley here is quite the expert cocksucker and can definitely teach you everything you need to know to please a real man. I haven’t managed to make Riley gag yet and trust me, I’ve been trying!” Jack’s eyes gleamed.
Riley let Ethan’s cock slip from his lips, chin wet and smiling. “Awh, this is so cute. I fucking knew you were gay somewhere deep down inside. I could tell it by the way you have puppy eyes for Cole. And in case you are lucky enough to catch the elusive straight man, especially one like Cole, you better be ready to knock his socks off with amazing head. I’d love to be your cocksucking teacher! You’re in good hands. I’ll show you everything you need to know. You’ll be a pro in no time, promise. Oh, how fun!” He winked, then licked a bead of pre-cum off the head of Ethan’s cock with delicate reverence.
Jack added, “Don’t feel shy or worry about time, I can stay hard for a while. We will slowly get you trained up into the cumdump cocksucker you were born to be! If anything, it’s hot as fuck seeing you want it so bad.”
Ethan laughed, the fear melting away in the rush of endorphins. He dropped to his knees next to Riley, the earth hard and cold beneath, but every cell in his body burning for what came next.
Riley held Jack’s cock up, showing Ethan the length and curve. “Just start slow, okay? Lick the tip, tease it like ice cream. You don’t have to go deep until you’re ready,” Riley coached. “Just lick up and around the shaft. It’s about confidence and enthusiasm, not speed.”
Ethan took Jack’s cock in hand, surprised at the heat, the weight. He licked up the shaft, swirling his tongue around the head. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant. Riley watched, nodding approval, then leaned in to suck the other side, turning the act into a messy, shared ritual.
“Use your hand too,” Riley whispered. “Grip it, twist. Some guys like that.”
Ethan tried it, and Jack groaned. “Fucking perfect. See, you’re a natural.”
They took turns, Riley demonstrating, Ethan copying, then both licking and sucking together, tongues sometimes meeting at the head. It was messy, spit everywhere, but that only made it hotter. Riley reached over and stroked Ethan’s cock with his free hand, every pump in perfect time with their mouths on Jack.
When it was Ethan’s turn to deepthroat, Riley gave instructions. “Relax your jaw and throat, breathe through your nose, let it slide in, don’t fight it.”
Ethan tried, the head bumping the back of his throat. He gagged, tears springing to his eyes, but Jack’s hands in his hair kept him steady. “That’s it, you little bitch. You’ll get better with practice.”
Riley rewarded Ethan with a kiss, tongues mixing Jack’s taste and spit. “You’re doing amazing. This is so fucking hot.”
They alternated, Riley showing off by deepthroating Jack’s cock to the hilt, nose buried in Jack’s pubes, then pulling off with a gasp and a triumphant grin. “You’re up,” Riley would say, and Ethan would lean in, emboldened, taking more each time. He gagged once, twice, but Riley just laughed and stroked his back. “You’ll get there. Just relax.”
The training intensified, Riley coaching every step, Ethan getting braver, taking Jack deeper each time. “You were born to be a cumdump, weren’t you?” Jack said.
