My eyes flicker from his hand, slowly stroking me, to a third man joining the couple. He's already naked, and when he lowers himself to the couch, he spreads the ass cheeks of the tattooed guy, spitting before guiding his thick cock into him. The lack of lube shocks me, but I’m quickly distracted by the younger of the three on his back, knees to chest, having his hole feasted on, spewing “fucks” and “oh my gods” about how much he likes his pussy sucked, and pleading for one of them to fuck him. The tattooed guy finally gives him what he’s been begging for, completing the connection between the three. At this point, I can't even tell whether I'm trying to thrust into Gabe's fist or grind on his dick—or both—in the frenzy of movement between us. Both of us are enraptured by the three men fucking each other, and it stokes our passion like gasoline to a flame.
Grasping Gabe’s hair behind me to pull him closer, I twist around so our lips brush each other and say, “If you don’t startfucking me right now, I’m going to find whatever toys are in that drawer over there and do it my damn self.”
With a sharp inhale and a swipe of his tongue, he responds. “Say no more.” In one swift motion, he has me on my feet, my hands pressed to the window. “Don’t move,” he says, his tone low and commanding. My cock leaks, loving his bossiness.
He aggressively strips the clothes from my lower body, as my soft panting causes the glass to fog up—which only gets worse when I hear the sounds of ripping foil and the pumping of a lube bottle. Gabe pushes my shirt higher up my back and tells me with a firm grip on my hips, “Ass up, now.” I do as he commands, spreading my legs and arching my back.
The slapping of his steel-ribbed shaft against my hole makes more precum gather on my tip. “Hope you don’t plan on sitting down for the next twenty-four hours.” The two-second warning before he breaks through the muscled ring, sliding a few inches deep into me, has me joining the trio’s groaning. With each pump into me, I can feel each barbell re-entering me, the balls on the ends sliding along the sides, and it takes a few moments for it to feel good.
Gabe must notice me tensing, and pauses to say, “Are you okay?”
Taking advantage of the moment, I relax my muscles, allowing myself to adjust to his size. “I’m good, just give me a second.”
He massages my hips, then begins stroking my dick, the discomfort quickly turning into me begging him to continue. “Move, now…please.”
He doesn’t waste any time placing his hands back on my hips and picking up the pace until it’s still not enough. “Harder, Gabe,” I plead. “I want to feel you for days.” I pull my dampening shirt over my head.
Gabe’s answering burst of energy makes it hard to tell where all the skin slapping and groaning is coming from—us or them.The grunting coming from both sides of the glass has me gripping my dick, jerking hard as he wrecks my hole in the best possible way.
“Your ass is even better than I imagined. It’s swallowing my cock so fucking perfectly, Ender.” I glance over my shoulder to see him watching his dick plunging in and out of me. My lids flutter at the sight of sweat glistening on his neck and temples, his lower lip clenched between his teeth, and his expression giving away all the filthy thoughts that must be running through his mind. There aren’t words that would do him justice—my personal Adonis.
As if on cue, the sounds of multiple men coming all at once while Gabe pulses inside me sends me over the edge, spilling cum on the floor until my knees go weak.
“Holy shit.” Gabe’s breathless words, along with his chin and chest hair tickle my back, cool against the layer of sweat between us, as he continues to lazily push into me with his spent dick.
After a few minutes, we notice for the first time the guys aren’t in the room anymore, and for some reason, we burst out laughing. The louder he laughs, the more uncontrollable my laughter becomes. He falls out of me as we stand up straight and wraps his arms around me from behind. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against my ear. My lungs instantly forget how to exhale.
When he releases me, I keep busy with wiping up the mess I made—just the thought of some cleaning person having to scrub my dried cum from the floor makes me cringe.
I can feel Gabe watching my every movement. I swallow the lump in my throat and avoid eye contact when we put our clothes back on.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I nervously buttoned my shirt, making it take that much longer. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you won’t even look at me, Ender.”
Reluctantly, I make eye contact with him and regret it the instant I know he sees what’s written all over my face.
“Why does me saying you’re perfect make you pull away? Who made you think you were anything less than?”
Why can he read me so well? I can’t explain this to him—the words won’t come out; they can’t.
“I’m fine, Gabe. I just need to go wash my face and take a minute to myself, okay?” I offer the only thing I can at the moment. My quivering lips briefly touch his before I open the door and leave to look for somewhere I can be alone.
I’m barely able to find a private restroom before I breakdown. The panic peaks as I lock the door and try to process everything from Gabe’s innocent statement to my incessant self-loathing. It all swirls around me, growing and growing until it takes up all the air in the room. I know I’m hyperventilating, but I’m helpless to stop it.
“Can you leave me alone?”
“You’re always here. Can’t you go over a friend’s house?”
“Go to your room, now!”
“God, you’re so annoying.”
“You ate yesterday. Stop your whining.”
“You’re nothing but trouble.”
