“See? He’s fine. He needs a little punishment for dragging us here, anyway. Don’t you, Micah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my cock bouncing wildly. “Punish me, Cole.”
“That was real sneaky of you,” he grunts. “Bringing us here, getting us all worked up. But I guess this is what you wanted, huh?” Each word comes between thrusts, his voice stuttering with the rhythm. “You wanted us to fill that hungry little hole of yours.”
I can only moan in response.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. You’ve been jerking off to this moment since you signed with the team, haven’t you, Micah?”
I don’t even bother denying it. Because, well, I have been.
“Yeah, you have. And now look at you, hanging in that thing like a piñata, getting passed around by your teammates, filled to the brim with... ahh... cock. Just like you always... wanted.Fuck.That hole is... fuck... so hot and tight. I can barely... aah... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck.”
Cole’s head falls back, his whole body shaking, and a raw, animalistic growl rips from his throat. It’s so sudden and intense, it takes me a second to realize what’s happening.
But when I feel a warmth filling me from the inside, I know he’s emptying his balls deep into my guts. Holy shit. This hulking stud, who is known for his stamina on the field, is creaming me right here in front of everyone.
It takes another moment before the other guys catch on.
“Are you serious, bro?” Diesel laughs. “Did you just…”
“Oh shit,” Toby whispers.
Hawk grins. “That didn’t take long.”
Cole keeps shuddering, his hips grinding against me as he pumps every last drop of his load deep inside me. Then, with a final grunt, he pulls out, a stream of cum following his spent cock.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “That was just… I didn’t think… shit.”
“Yeah, we get it,” Hawk says. “It’s too good, right? Happens to the best of us.”
Diesel claps him on the shoulder. “Looks like Micah’s not the only one who’s been craving this.”
Cole shrugs, looking a little sheepish, but he seems too blissed out to care.
Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward.
His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So... my turn?”
He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
13
TOBY
The sight before me is a total mindfuck.
My friend and teammate, this slender guy I took under my wing, hangs there with his feet in the air and a stream of cum trickling from his stretched, gaping hole.
Micah’s curls are a tousled mess, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his lips parted as he takes these long, heavy breaths.
He looks thoroughly and utterly wrecked.
I always had a soft spot for him. He has that whole guy-next-door look, with his dimpled chin and big, soulful eyes. But damn, seeing him like this, all used and desperate for more, makes me want to fuck his brains out.
“So... my turn?”
