“Suck my cock,” he grunted, wheezing as his balls lifted. “Suck it good. You love sucking my cock, don’t you, you smug son of a bitch. I’m going to blow my load in your mouth. I’m going to fill you with my cum and you’re going to suck up every drop.”
Every filthy thing he’d said in his dreams, the way he’d used the bastard’s mouth, all of it came tumbling out, thrusting upward and holding Brom Bones’s full lips to the base of his shaft. He cried out when he began to pulse, throbbing contractions that moved up his shaft, twitching with each spurt into the disembodied mouth. Ichabod groaned, his balls convulsing, his cock expelling every fantasy he’d had in the past month concerning the arrogant dullahan, filling the mouth, overflowing the throat, cum dripping from the lips to the tile floor, washed away in the shower’s flow.
When it was over, he may as well have been a deflated balloon. He was limp, boneless, held up by nothing but the thick cock in his ass . . . a thick cock that was pulling out of him. Ichabod locked eyes with the head he still held, an uncomfortable shiver moving down his spine.
He realized he had never actually looked Brom Bones in the eye before, and wished he could still say that he never had. His limp cock slid out of the dullahan’s mouth; his release spat out onto the tiles.
Brom must have indicated to his headless companion to pull out as well, for the man’s head grunted out something intelligible and frustrated from the bench where it sat, his swollen erection bouncing as he took a step back. The huge body that had been braced around him straightened out once its cock had pulled out with a pop, taking back his head. Ichabod watched as the mouth opened wide, taking in a long drink of the shower, swishing and spitting unceremoniously before addressing the other headless man.
“Relax, I know. I’m ready to cum too. About to blow a nice, creamy load. On your knees, Crane.”
Ichabod gaped. Probably from both ends, he realized. Getting on his knees seemed fraction more subservient than he was willing to be, but he told himself the position didn’t matter as he straightened up, refusing to allow his dignity to be impugned.You’re already a part of a threesome, changing positions is to be expected.
He sucked in a low breath when the other headless man rubbed his weeping cockhead against Ichabod’s already well-pounded pucker. Brom had filled his hand with soap from the dispenser on the wall, sudsing up his rigid length, and Ichabod wondered if the horseman was going to jerk himself to completion right then and there. He didn’t have time to dwell on the thought, for the other dullahan pushed into him slowly, allowing the smaller man’s body to adjust to the girth of his meaty shaft.
“Are you ready to cum?”
The dullahan inside him chuckled at Brom’s question, pumping shallowly as Ichabod whimpered.
“I’ve been ready to cum since I came in here. Gonna fill this tight little hole.”
Ichabod Crane could not pull his eyes away from those of the dullahan before him. Brom Bones never blinked, his dark eyes flashing in amusement. He held his head under one arm, stroking his rinsed-clean cock with the other, watching as the other headless man pumped into Ichabod relentlessly.
The reestablished pressure on his prostate was making his eyes roll back in his head, and he imagined them spinning like a cartoon character’s. The sound of the fat scrotum slapping against him made him jolt, but he could not pull his eyes away from whatever was coming next, and there was unmistakablysomethingcoming. His rival set his head on the bench outside of the shower’s spray, beside that of his groaning companion’s, still stroking himself.
“Suck my balls.”
Ichabod didn’t think he was serious. At least, not at first. Not until the horseman’s balls were pressed to his face, Brom’s huge hand palming Ichabod’s skull as if it were no bigger than a miniature pumpkin.
His mouth opened tentatively, his tongue laving the dullahan’s scrotum until he sucked a fat testicle into his mouth. First one, then the other, Bones’s head groaning from the bench. Ichabod should have known what was coming next, but he was, he would be ashamed to admit later, woefully naïve about the situation. When Brom Bones nudged the pre-cum smeared head of his cock to Ichabod’s lips, he jerked.He couldn’t be serious, could he?
“Open your mouth, Crane. You’re going to suck my cock.”
Ichabod Crane was no stranger to the sounds of a sloppy blow job, and had he been standing on the other side of the bank of lockers, he knew that was what he would have been hearing. A sloppy blow job, a sloppy fucking, the moaning and groanings of the two headless men and him in the center, speared on their cocks like a suckling pig, being turned on a spit. The fire over which he was spit roasted was that of his own hubris, and he had no one to blame but himself.When you hear a cock being sucked, if it’s not yours, you ought to keep walking.
“You’re going to get a nice double cream filling, like one of those fancy little cakes. How does that sound, professor?”
He was unable to answer, stuffed as he was with headless cock, but he was fairly certain an answer wasn’t expected. The horseman fucking him from behind groaned first, and Ichabod remembered the very first time he had watched the two men, the way this one’s hips had rolled in a slow undulation as he erupted. It was the same movement he took now, his cock going off like a geyser.
Brom continued to thrust for several long minutes, his grip on Ichabod’s hair growing tighter the closer he came to his orgasm until he was moaning, forcing his cock down Ichabod’s throat, ejaculating what felt like a gallon. Spurt after spurt, he could feel the horseman’s cock pulse against his lips, pulsing as Brom Bones emptied. He had imagined being filled like a water balloon, but he had never dreamt of it happening from both ends, couldn’t have fathomed Brom Bones coming straight down his throat.
When it was finished, he was just as limp as he’d been when they’d started, only now he was leaking from what felt like every orifice.
“The next time you want to watch, Crane, you ought to join in. Or else you ought to mind your own fucking business. Understand?”
Brom Bones punctuated his words with his deflated horse cock, slapped against Ichabod’s cheek, one final humiliation. He was well-fucked, filled from both ends, would probably be leaking for days, and might never get the taste of Brom Bone’s semen off the back of his tongue.
Ichabod wasn’t sure how he managed to leave the locker room on his own two feet, and was even less sure how he managed to drive home. He was spent, drained dry, utterly humiliated, and had experienced the most satisfying load he’d blown since moving to Sleepy Hollow. He disliked that the polo star was involved, but there was no way around it. His pride was a bit wounded, but his cock had enjoyed the reward.
He wasn’t sure how he was meant to face the polo star the next time Bones was called to the school, or what might happen the next time he happened upon the dullahans in the locker room.He told you what would happen. Keep your big nose out of their business and keep walking . . . or else take your cock out and join in. The prospect made him quiver. He knew there was no way Brom Bones would ever let him gain the upper hand; would never let him walk away from a dalliance without feeling vaguely humiliated . . . but he couldn’t deny the satisfied liquidity still sloshed through his bones.Well, you’re probably sloshing, period.
The dullahans were obnoxious and boastful, crude and contemptible . . . but Ichabod Crane was beginning to think thatnohead was far better than one.
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