I moved up, lining my mouth with Cal’s cock again, taking him in deep as Ethan began to fuck him—slow, then harder, building a rhythm. Every thrust sent Cal’s cock deeper into my throat. Every moan, every curse, every slap of skin, I felt it everywhere.
Ethan’s hands gripped Cal’s hips like vices. He slammed forward, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again, driving Cal forward, making him fuck my mouth in tandem.
I pulled off Cal’s cock, looking up, panting. “Feed him to me,” I said to Ethan. “Fuck him hard—make him use my mouth.”
Ethan grinned, thrusting faster, forcing Cal’s hips forward with every stroke. Cal cried out, cock slapping against my lips. I took him deep, letting Ethan use his rhythm to fuck Cal’s cock into my mouth, making Cal sob and keen.
“God—oh god, Dom—please, I can’t—” Cal wailed, wrecked.
“Don’t you dare come,” I warned, licking up the shaft, biting gently at the base. “Not yet. You’re going to take everything we give you.”
Ethan pulled Cal back, just enough so his cock popped out of Cal’s hole with a wet sound. He reached under, smearing Cal’s own spit and precome across my lips, then pressed his cock to my mouth. I opened, tongue flicking out to taste Cal on Ethan’s skin, then took Ethan in, sucking him deep.
Ethan threw his head back, moaning loud, hands trembling as he gripped Cal’s shoulders for balance. “Holy shit—fuck, that’s?—”
Cal, not to be left out, leaned down and licked my balls, his tongue frantic, mouth open and eager. He sucked and kissed, desperate for more, until Ethan pulled out of my mouth and lined up behind Cal again.
Ethan drove into Cal, Cal screamed, and I took his cock in my mouth again.
“Fuck, Cal, you’re perfect,” Ethan gasped, thrusting harder, sweat dripping down his body, tattooed muscles flexing. “So tight—so fucking hungry?—”
Cal whimpered, voice muffled by my cock. “More—please, more?—”
I moaned, sucking harder, letting the rhythm take over—Ethan fucking Cal, Cal fucking my mouth, my tongue everywhere, my hands everywhere, our bodies slick and wild and desperate.
I pulled off Cal’s cock, chest heaving, spit and precome painting my lips. I caught his jaw in my palm, tilting his face up. “On your back,” I commanded, voice gone rough with need. “Time for you to really show us how much you can take.”
Ethan’s hands were still on Cal’s hips, steadying him as Cal’s arms trembled. I slid out from beneath, wiped my mouth, and helped manoeuvre him—Cal pliant and breathless, letting us manhandle him until he was sprawled on his back, legs splayed wide and shaking.
Ethan crawled in behind, kneeling with his massive cock still gleaming, sweat running down the ridges of his abs and tattoos. I knelt in front, stroking myself, cock flushed and leaking. The air was thick with the animal musk of us, skin against skin, every movement a brushfire of sensation.
“Think you can handle both of us?” I teased, sliding my hand over his thigh, thumbing the spit and lube shining on his hole.
Cal looked between us, pupils blown, lips parted with anticipation. “I can take anything you give me,” he gasped. “Just—fuck—do it. Want both of you. Want to feel ruined.”
Ethan grinned, then spat in his palm and slicked himself again, lining up behind Cal. I did the same and added some lube, the thick head of my cock pressing at Cal’s entrance while Ethan positioned his just above.
I locked eyes with Ethan. “On my count,” I said, voice all command, all hunger. “Slow. Don’t break him yet.”
We pressed in together—Ethan first, thick and slow, stretching Cal wide, then me, pushing alongside, feeling the resistance, the tight heat as Cal gasped and arched, eyes rolling back, hands fisting in the sheets.
“Oh, god—fuck, yes—” Cal sobbed, shuddering, taking both of us, inch by inch. We paused, letting him breathe, letting him adjust, then pressed deeper, feeling him shudder as he stretched, as we filled him, bodies pressed close.
I slid my hand over his chest, pinching a nipple, other hand locking with Ethan’s over Cal’s thigh. “Good boy,” I growled, bending to nip his jaw, kissing him with filthy adoration. “Look at you—so full, so perfect. Two cocks, all for you. How’s it feel?”
Cal whimpered, bucking up against us, hole fluttering and pulsing around both our cocks. “So—fucking—full—can’t—can’t—fuck—yes, yes—don’t stop?—”
Ethan and I found a rhythm—slow, grinding, moving together, then against each other, the pressure inside Cal building until all of us were groaning and cursing, bodies locked together, sweat and heat and desperation burning away any thought of restraint.
Cal’s head fell back, mouth open. “Do it—please—want you to piss in me—both of you—fill me up, ruin me, want to feel it, please?—”
The words sent a jolt through me, made me even harder. Ethan looked at me, wild-eyed, and I nodded. Permission given. No hesitation.
“Hold still,” I rasped, voice shaking. “You want to be used? You’ll get every filthy thing you ask for.”
We both held still, pressed as deep as we could go inside him. I focused, let go, and felt the hot rush of piss flood into Cal, heard Ethan’s groan as he did the same. The heat spread inside him,running down his thighs, dripping over our cocks and onto the bed.
“Good boy,” I crooned, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple, Ethan stroking his thigh, both of us still buried deep. “You wanted it—took it all—so fucking filthy, so fucking perfect.”
