With one long, steady push, he crosses the line fully, sinking his entire length into me.
The burn reaches a crescendo, and for a second, I think it’s going to overwhelm me again. But then, as if my body remembers what comes next, my ass relaxes, and I find myself stretched and stuffed again.
“Fuck, bro,” I hear Cole say next to us in disbelief. “It’s all in.”
“Yeah,” Diesel mutters, his face as red as the snapback he always wears. “This greedy hole swallowed me right up.”
A smile tugs at his lips, and he gives a few slow, experimental thrusts, my hole letting out a wet squelch with each one.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his hips snapping forward. “You have no idea, guys. This ass is like heaven. Fucking heaven.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Hawk says with a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the show.
Diesel’s experimental thrusts gradually speed up until he is fucking me in earnest, the muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing as he holds onto the leather straps.
It seems like he reaches a new place inside me. Not necessarily deeper than Hawk, but the angle is different. His cockhead grazes a spot that has my toes curling and my legs trembling.
The moan that leaves my mouth is guttural and loud.
“Yeah?” Diesel grins. “That the spot?”
I nod, and he hits it again, and again, until my eyes roll back into my skull and all I can do is hang on and take the pounding.
This is everything I ever dreamed of.
Only in my wildest fantasies did I think I’d ever get the chance to get fucked by a teammate.
And yet, here I am, spread wide, with the biggest, baddest jocks in the league surrounding me, their hard, muscled bodies glistening under the red lights.
My eyes scan the faces of the others. Cole and Toby stand closest. Their faces are flushed, mouths half-open, and their hands glide over their hard cocks as they murmur things like “Damn, dude” and “Look at him go.”
Omar stands a little further back. He’s not touching himself, but his cock is fully erect, pointing toward the ceiling. Every so often, he wets his lips with his tongue, his eyes moving back and forth between me and Diesel.
Diesel’s really into it now. His balls smack against my ass with wet slaps, so loud they sound like gunfire. He looms over me, his broad, muscular frame filling my vision, veins popping along his arms, fingers digging into my calves as he drives his cock in and out of my sloppy hole.
Drops of sweat rain down on me, and his blond hair, normally so perfect, is now matted to his forehead. His pupils are blown wide, and his breath comes in ragged bursts.
But even so, his voice is clear and steady when he says, “This is the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked, Micah. You’re milking my cock, dude. Fuuuck.”
“Yo, my turn,” Cole suddenly says, nudging him with his shoulder. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”
Diesel turns his head and chuckles. “I knew you were gonna say that. Itching to get a piece of this, huh?”
Cole gives him a playful punch. “Can’t see that ass and not want a turn.”
I can hardly believe it. I must have died and gone to heaven. This is all too good to be true.
But if this is a dream, it sure is a vivid one. Because when Diesel pulls out, the emptiness he leaves behind feels very, very real. The cold air on my sweat-soaked skin, the ache in my muscles, the slick mess dripping from my hole. No dream could capture those details.
It’s not long before I’m stretched around a different cock. Cole grips my ankles and slides right in, the blunt head forcing its way into my loosened hole.
He doesn’t build up like Hawk or Diesel did. He starts jackhammering into me right away with fast, shallow thrusts.
“Hey, man,” Hawk says, stepping forward. “Easy now. Let him adjust first, alright?”
Cole glances at me, a crease forming between his brows. “He’s fine, right, Micah? You can handle it. Can’t you, bro?”
“Y-yeah.”
