“That’s perfect,” Ryker said, wriggling his ass to get Dylan’s nose deeper. He lowered his weight, pushing Dylan’s head and feet down onto the padded bench.
The lowering of Dylan’s upper body caused his lower half to lift up, like a rocking chair tipped all the way back.
“Not the best angle for me,” August commented, grabbing Dylan’s cheeks and massaging them. His hole, which just a second ago had been pointing straight up, was now tilted toward Ryker.
“You can figure it out.” Ryker bit his lip, reaching down and spreading his ass so that Dylan could get his mouth pressed right up against his hole. He wriggled his butt, smothering Dylan’s face and grinding him down into the bench.
He didn’t get off on sitting on Dylan like August did, but it felt really nice to have his hole stimulated.
“Come on, sit down all the way,” August said, touching the tips of his index and middle fingers over Dylan’s rim.
“No thanks, that’s your thing,” Ryker said, palming his cock and milking a string of pre-come onto Dylan’s chest. “I don’t want him to suffocate. I just want him to lick my hole a little.” Ryker lowered his butt with a cruel little bounce. “Which he’snotdoing. Start licking, Dylan, or I’m going to make August happy and smother you.”
Dylan’s tongue shot out of his mouth, pushing against Ryker’s tight rim and sending sparks dancing up his spine.
“Good boy.Fuck. Keep licking me like that.”
Ryker pushed his ass back on Dylan’s face, chasing the feeling of his tongue probing at his hole. Dylan was breathing hard, breath warm in Ryker’s crack, and as he kept licking he got more and more eager.
Trusting that Dylan wouldn’t slack, Ryker lifted up and gave Dylan room to move. Knees bent, ass pushed back, he presented his muscular ass for Dylan to worship.
Dylan did not disappoint. He leaned in, licking the whole time, grunting and moaning as he swiped his tongue up Ryker’s crack, tasting his sweaty taint and tight hole.
“Eager,” August commented, smacking Dylan’s ass and stepping away. “Is he any good?”
Ryker laughed at the breathless pause that August’s question provoked. Dylan quickly realized that he’d stopped licking, but Ryker could feel his attentiveness as he waited for the answer.
“Very good.”
Dylan let out a happy little noise. Ryker grinned, reaching down and pinching his nipple.
August walked over to the toy chest, crouching down and gathering a handful of plugs and dildos which he brought back to the bondage bench. He dropped the pile of toys on Dylan’s stomach, the heavy rubber and silicone toys landing with a thud, and then turned back to get the lube.
Ryker picked up a purple dildo, slapping it down in his hand like a wobbly baton. About fourteen inches long, the rubber cock delivered a satisfying smack when it landed in his palm. Ryker studied it, palming the fake cock-head and smirking.
The veins running up and down the shaft were a nice touch, as were the massive balls at the base.
“I think this is a good endpoint for stretching him,” Ryker said when August came back with the lube. He held out the dildo for August’s inspection. “We’re both thicker, but we don’t want him too loose.”
Ryker put the dildo back down on Dylan’s stomach, putting his hand back on his shaft and palming the head of his cock. The intense burst of pleasure made his thighs twitch, forcing him to let go and stop rubbing unless he wanted to come right there.
“Maybe.” August gave it a look like he was considering it. He lifted the lube and poured it on Dylan’s upturned ass, letting the viscous gel drip down over his hole. “We’ll see where we end up.”
The drip of lube caught Dylan by surprise. He jerked, the cold no doubt startling, and made an inquisitive noise between licks.
“It’s just lube,” Ryker explained, grinding his ass down on Dylan’s face. “Keep licking my hole. Don’t focus on anything else.”
Dylan increased his efforts, and Ryker shuddered. He jerked his cock with slow, edging strokes, enjoying Dylan’s tongue and the sight of his mate prodding a leather-clad finger against the boy’s rim.
“Tight,” August commented, pushing inside.
Dylan hissed, the intrusion making him tense up. August shoved his finger deeper, his motorcycle glove looking obscene as it slipped into the pink ring of muscle guarding Dylan’s rectum. Once he’d pushed the whole finger inside, he left it there and let Dylan get used to the feeling.
Eventually, Dylan relaxed enough that August could start fingering him.
“I want you to relax and open up for me, okay?” August said, adding another finger and making Dylan whimper.
“Keep licking,” Ryker growled, reaching back and giving his hair a tug.
