Omar is merciless. He doesn’t even blink. With his jaw set, his hands clamped on Micah’s ankles, he pounds away, his muscles bulging, the veins in his neck and arms standing out.
His cock disappears into that puffy, cum-soaked hole over and over, the obscene squelching sounds mingling with Micah’s cries of pleasure.
I glance around, and I can tell the other guys are getting worked up too. Their cocks are slowly hardening again, like a bunch of magic wands reacting to the same spell.
There are even a few other spectators gathered around now, drawn by the noise, watching our wide receiver receive his captain. Their hands fly over their hard cocks at a rapid pace. I’ve never seen so many dicks in my life.
Micah looks like a human Jell-O shot. Sweaty. Jiggly. His whole body quivering as Omar fucks him into oblivion.
It’s an intense, brutal scene, and we all watch, mesmerized, as this big, imposing guy ruts away, grunting and growling like a wild animal. Our team captain, always so cool and collected, finally lets his most primal urges take over.
I had no idea Omar could be so... savage.
“Where did you want that load, hmm?” he asks through gritted teeth.
Micah can barely speak, but he manages to stammer, “I-in-inside. P-please.”
“I can’t hear you,” Omar growls.
“Dump it in me!”
“Yeah? Where the other guys put theirs, huh? In this used-up, sloppy hole of yours?”
“Y-yehess, please, Omar.”
“You like that, don’t you? Being passed around by your teammates. Having us fill that hungry little ass one after the other.”
Micah is too far gone to speak. He just nods, his curls bouncing, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Omar hooks his elbows under Micah’s knees and leans forward, folding him in half.
And then he goes full throttle.
Like a machine, he powers into him with deep, punishing thrusts, his hips a blur, his hairy balls smacking against Micah’s ass hard enough to leave marks.
We all finish one after another.
Omar opens his mouth in a silent scream, his entire body tensing as he unloads himself deep into Micah.
Micah spurts all over himself for a second time, the thick, white fluid shooting so high it splatters his chin and cheek.
Diesel, Hawk, and a few random other guys step forward to empty their balls on him too. But I barely notice, because I’m shooting my own load, adding to the river already flowing over Micah’s abs and chest.
For a few seconds, all I can see is a white wall—a vast, infinite expanse. My ears ring, my legs wobble, and the only thing I feel is the sweet, blissful relief of letting go.
Never in my life have I come twice in such a short time. But I guess this evening is a first in many ways.
When I blink and come back to my senses, Omar has pulled out, leaving Micah with his hole gaping wide, his legs hanging limp, his eyes glazed over.
His whole body is covered in cum. Not an inch of his smooth skin is free of the sticky, white mess. It pools in his navel, drips from his pecs, coats his arms and thighs. Even his face is completely soaked.
But somehow, there’s still a huge smile plastered across his lips.
He’s completely fucked out, yet he looks so damn happy.
It’s a beautiful sight.
“How was your night, boys?”Meredith asks as we pass the front desk.
