“Absolutely,” Ryker answered.
“Sounds good to me,” August added.
August jumped up on the bed, boots making the mattress sink down with each step, and dropped down next to where Dylan was lying. He sat with his legs spread, his boots hanging off the edge of the mattress
“Come on,” he said, grabbing Dylan and dragging him between his legs. He grabbed Dylan by his hair and lifted his head so that his neck was bent, moving him into place so that the back of his head rested on his bulge. “There you go.”
The sight of Dylan’s handsome face bracketed by August’s leather clad thighs made Steve’s cock twitch.
August then grabbed Dylan’s arms and lifted them up, pushing them under his thighs and out of his way.
Ryker sat down on the bed next to August’s leg, resting his hand on August’s knee as he surveyed Dylan’s cock.
“Nice,” he said, reaching over and flicking the tip of Dylan’s hard-on with his finger. He turned to Steve. “There’s lube in the nightstand.”
Steve rushed over to the nightstand and found the lube. He walked back to Dylan, moving between his legs and grabbing him under his knees. He lifted his legs and pushed them up, folding him in half and exposing his ass.
“August, could you hold his feet?”
“It would be my pleasure,” August said, taking Dylan by his ankles and pulling his legs down further than Steve would have thought possible.
Dylan was bent completely in half, his ass sticking up like an invitation, his hard cock twitching against his stomach as he lay with his legs pushed all the way back to his ears.
“He got really flexible because he wanted to suck his own cock,” Ryker explained, stroking over Dylan’s balls.
“I was a teenager,” Dylan said in a way of explanation.
Steve crouched down in front of his ass, grabbing it and squeezing down. “Impressive.”
Dylan’s ass was still a little red from their earlier experiences, but since he hadn’t seemed to have any problems sitting on a hard wooden chair during dinner, Steve was confident that he hadn’t come close to pushing any limits.
“Let us know if you need a break,” he warned, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous dollop over his fingers. He then lifted the bottle over Dylan’s ass and squeezed some directly onto his hole.
“I will,” Dylan promised, hissing as the lube hit his sphincter. “That’s so cold!”
Steve smirked. “I’ll warm it up for you.”
He shoved a finger into Dylan’s hole, making him gasp, and then added a second one before Dylan had finished drawing his next breath.
“Good, isn’t it?” August said, sliding his hands down to the back of Dylan’s knees and pressing his legs even further down. “He’s so tight, but then he just opens up.”
Steve added a third finger, wanting to feel the opening up August was describing.
Dylan let out a grunt, his ass wriggling, but just as August had said, his hole yielded and opened up to the invasion.
Steve fucked him for a bit, adding more lube, before he added a fourth finger.
Dylan let out a whine, his hole resisting Steve’s steepled fingers, but after a second he relaxed and Steve could shove all four fingers in all the way past the third knuckles.
“I think I could get my whole fist in there,” he said, the idea making his cock release a fresh spurt of pre-come into his pants.
“He’s getting there,” Ryker agreed. “We’re training his hole so that he’ll be able to handle double penetration.”
Dylan let out a whine, and Ryker winked at Steve. It was clear that the use of the word training – like Dylan was an animal or a pet – was going right to Dylan’s straining little cock.
“I think we’ll get him there soon,” Steve said, both playing along and being completely serious. “He just needs a firm hand.”
Dylan whimpered, and a spurt of pre-come gushed out of his cock.
