Dylan pouted, staring down at the massive feet resting in his lap. He took hold of Ryker’s left foot, the size of it making Dylan’s hand look tiny, and started to massage it.
Ryker let out a sigh, and Dylan increased the pressure. He loved it when he could wring those sounds out of his alphas. It made his stomach flutter with butterflies and tingles run down his spine.
After a while, Dylan’s fingers were starting to get sore, and he could feel August’s knot inside of him shrinking. It was a good thing the couch was made of leather, because he was leaking a copious amount of come. Both August’s lap and the seat cushion were going to be drenched by the time August lifted him off his lap.
“Come on, let’s get you in the shower,” August said, standing up and sending Ryker’s feet flying off his lap.
“He wasn’t done,” Ryker grumbled, lowering his feet to the floor and sitting up straight. He didn’t sound too unhappy, but it was clear he would have liked Dylan to keep rubbing his feet for longer.
Dylan wouldn’t have minded. His fingers were sore, but there was something about touching Ryker’s huge feet that did it for him.
“I say he is,” August said. His cock was softening, and as he hoisted Dylan higher, it slipped out of his hole with a wet squelch.
Dylan clamped his hole shut, but come still leaked past his gaping rim and down his legs. He would never get used to the feeling.
August kissed his cheek and reached between his legs, fingers pushing into his hole and temporarily plugging it shut.
“Let’s get you out of here before you make any more of a mess.”
Dylan’s cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“I’ll clean up the couch,” Ryker said, staying behind as August carried Dylan out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom.
They couldn’t get to the shower fast enough.
* * *
The next morning, Dylan woke up in a cocoon of hot muscle. August was behind him, his arm and leg draped over Dylan’s body, while Ryker lay against his front, sleeping on his side with his pecs practically in Dylan’s face.
Dylan took a second to wake up, stretching his legs and turning onto his back.
It took some effort, but after a minute Dylan managed to make himself comfortable.
August and Ryker stayed fast asleep. Their breathing was slow and even, their muscular bodies heavy with sleep.
Dylan tried to move August’s arm off his chest, but he couldn’t get it to move an inch. August didn’t even twitch, not seeming to notice Dylan’s efforts.
Staring up at the ceiling, Dylan was surprised to realize that he was horny.
Or not surprised, exactly. He was in bed with two of the most impressive specimens of manhood that he’d ever seen – some horniness was natural – but he was surprised by the strength of his arousal.
He turned his head, studying the swell of Ryker’s pecs and feeling his mouth water. Acting on instinct, he wriggled down the mattress, moving under the covers and stopping when he reached their soft cocks.
August and Ryker were both sleeping on their sides, turned inward toward each other, letting Dylan compare their thick rods side by side.
Ryker’s cock was the bigger one – veiny and gorgeous, the plump head poking out from underneath his foreskin – but August’s was just as pretty.
Dylan took the head of August’s cock into his mouth, tasting skin and sweat and traces of come that had him moaning in delight. He kept sucking until August was hard and throbbing, forcing him to shift his position to keep his mouth on it, lapping at the slit and drinking down the pre-come trickling out of his cock.
Missing something, not quite satisfied, Dylan wriggled around and took Ryker’s cock in his mouth instead.
It tasted slightly different – saltier, and with an added depth of musk – but it was no less delicious. Dylan sucked it into his mouth, sliding his tongue under the foreskin and tracing the contours of his bulbous cockhead.
Ryker got hard faster than August, his hips moving with unconscious jabs like he was trying to fuck Dylan’s mouth in his sleep.
Dylan sucked him for a few minutes, and then in a fit of dissatisfaction, he turned around and took August’s throbbing cock in his mouth.
“Dylan?” August mumbled, reaching down and stroking his hair.
