Make him gape
It’s dark, and I think that makes it better. My cock is still hard, and Darren’s hands are still on me. He loves me, and he’s in the process of inviting whoever walked into the room over to where we are to fuck me.
“Are you going to be good, Harry?” he asks, and his voice has an edge to it.
Gooseflesh tracks down the back of my neck.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to know how many cocks are going to use you today, or do you want to be surprised?” Darren tangles his fingers into my hair, a gentle, soothing action completely in contrast to the questions coming out of his mouth.
“Tell me.”
“Five.”
“Darren?” I croak.
“Hmn?”
“Thank you.”
“He’s all yours,” Darren says over my head, and I suppose that’s all we need.
I’m met with two rough and calloused hands on my ass, kneading the skin and pulling it apart, then a cock is shoved into me with no preamble.
I inhale sharply. There’s two more hands on my shoulders, and Darren’s are no longer in my hair. There are more hands on me—I’ve already lost count—then the salty, blunt head of a cock is pressing at my lips.
“Fuck him harder so he opens this hole,” a voice in front of me says, and the man behind me buries himself so deep I fear I’ll split apart. I cry out, and my mouth is filled with the thick girth of a stranger’s cock.
He tastes different than Darren, and that’s a silly thought to have. Of course he tastes different. Heisn’tDarren. None of the cocks inside me right now are. Would I know his cock from memory if he were to come and use me? I’ve asked him to, so I imagine at some point he’ll do just that. Will he be mad if I don’t know it’s him?
The man behind me pegs my prostate and I shout out. The one in my mouth fists my hair and fucks deeper into my throat.
“Do that again,” he says, and the other man repeats the same motion. My answering cry is more of a whimper around the dick lodged in my throat. “Fuck, that feels good when you make him moan.”
The man behind me laughs and pulls out, only to be quickly replaced with someone new. This cock is slimmer but longer, and it prods into my depths in a way the one before didn’t—a way not even Darren ever has.
“Oh fuck.” The guy in front of me grunts and shakes, then he comes in my mouth. His orgasm is hot and salty against my tongue, and his cock swells as he comes, stretching my mouth wide. “God, that’s good. Eric, come get over here and feel this mouth.”
Clothes rustle, and a moment later there’s fingers in my mouth, two on either side, and my head is yanked up and held open, then filled with a new cock. It’s dry and clean, and I can taste the soap and then the first man’s cum as it gets fucked over the surface of my tongue.
“Hold him open. Yeah. Just like that.”
I’m pretty sure I’m going to come. I have two men I don’t know and can’t see prying my mouth apart for a man named Eric to fuck, while a third man is fucking my ass like he owns it. My body is flushed with embarrassment, but pride stirs in my chest. My balls draw tight against my body, and I come.
The chains rattle and clank as my body bucks through the waves of my orgasm. The man behind me lets out a curse and stills, and my inner muscles clench and grab at his length as my cock empties onto the floor at his feet.
“You made him come.”
Darren’s voice is rough and scratchy. He isn’t far, but he’s not touching me.
“Did you like that, Harry? Are my friends making you feel good?”
I groan and try to nod around the hands and the cock.
“Good. I’m so hard watching you get used like this. I just want you to know that.”
Happiness washes over me and I relax with the praise, tensing again when something else pushes at my ass even though there’s already a cock there.
