“Ohhh,” I croon, smearing the slick mess until his hole is glistening. “You felt that, didn’t you?” I lean down over him,pressing my cock against his crack. “You’ve got a real pretty ass, you know that?”
The guys behind me are quieter now—trying to listen, I bet.
“How much can it take, huh?” I ask. Kit doesn’t answer. He’s never going to answer, and I love that the question goes into that stillness and just stays there. I work three fingers back inside him. “Want to find out?”
Kit doesn’t move, but his hole sucks my fingers in, and fuck if that isn’t answer enough.
“Such a good doll for me,” I mutter, adding a fourth finger, twisting them deep until Kit’s breathing goes shallow. “A sloppy little sleeve for my dick.”
“Bro, he’s so into it,” Finn says, under his breath.
Yeah, I’m into it.
I’m so fucking into it.
“Fuck, look at this,” I groan, leaning back so I can watch Kit’s rim stretch around my hand. “Think you can handle all five, baby? Think you can take my whole fist?”
Kit’s hole clenches around my fingers, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
I tuck my thumb in and drive the whole mass of my hand forward, slow and relentless. His rim pales, stretching until the skin looks paper-thin, but it just keeps giving.
I get my entire hand inside.
“Holy fuck,” Grant pants. I glance up to see him palming his cock through his sweats, his eyes locked on my wrist disappearing into Kit’s ass.
Finn makes a choked noise, and when I look over, his dick is firing a massive load all over his own stomach and the floor. He’s shaking, his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck... sorry. That was—yeah. That happened. Don’t look at me.”
Grant laughs. Someone throws something at Finn.
I grin, turning back to Kit.
“See that? Finn just blew his load watching me wreck your ass. That’s how good you are.” I pull my hand out, slicking my knuckles in the grease before balling my fingers into a tight fist and forcing the whole blunt shape back into him. I grind my knuckles against his prostate, and Kit’s whole body shudders. “Yeah, you like being my little showpiece.”
I work my fist slowly, dragging my knuckles along his inner walls just to feel the way they spasm. It’s the most perfect ass I’ve ever fisted.
I pull out and drive my fist back into Kit’s ass, burying it to the wrist. The muscle is already blown out, but I want it sloppy and completely ruined, stretched so wide he won’t be able to walk straight for a week.
“How often you guys use this hole for it to be this loose?” I ask, twisting my wrist to watch his rim stretch white and paper-thin around my arm.
“Uh,” Finn says, scratching his head. “Depends?”
Walker shrugs. “I hit it every morning before gym. I mean, I used to, but those last weeks with you here… Anyways, Mondays, Wednesday and Friday mornings for me for sure. Thursday’s usually Miles’ priority because it’s his free day. Weekends we run it together.”
“So basically,” I say, yanking my hand out just to punch it back in even deeper, “you guys wrecked it to this point.”
Kit’s breath hitches. His dick’s hard again, leaking all over the sheets, and suddenly I realize how lucky I’m for having this pretty jock taking my entire fist in his asshole, knowing I have free reign to use him whenever I want.
High school me would be in shock.
The guys crowd closer, their cocks out, jerking off as they watch me destroy Kit’s ass. Grant’s got a look in his eye like he’s about to take charge. He won’t, though, because they gifted this to me and, right now, Kit’s mine.
“Fuck,” Walker groans, pumping his dick. “Reid’s hollowing the doll out.”
I am. I’m hollowing him out so he’ll never forget the feel of my knuckles in his guts.
I pull my hand out, pour a massive puddle of lube into his gaping hole and ram my fist back in, pushing my arm to the limit his ass allows, and a little more.
