“Dude, you gonna come just from fingering yourself while we watch?” Reid asks, sounding a little amused, and a little mindless-horny. “I bet you’re dying for the doll’s tongue in there. Want me to eat you out?”
Walker’s head snaps up, eyes totally blown.
“Bro, shut the fuck up—I thought you were chill! Don’t be a nasty-ass freak.”
Reid’s whole body shakes as he laughs.
“So how is this happening? Are you going to mount the doll, or do I need to stack him on top of you?”
“Both options are straight-up horrible.”
“Option two’s better. I can still fuck the doll while you take the dildo.”
Walker’s face does something very complicated—part disgust, part want, but all fucked-out desperation.
“I hate everything about this,” he mutters, but he’s pulling his fingers free as he says that.
“Lay down,” Reid says, shifting me forward until I’m half-off his lap.
Walker hesitates, then flops onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow with a groan.
“Fuck my life.”
“Arch up. Flat on your stomach is going to hurt.”
Walker grumbles but shoves a pillow under his hips, arching his lower back until his muscular ass is staring me in the face. Reid maneuvers me over him, my full weight crushing Walker down.
“Fuck, dude. I can feel his dick,” he mutters into the mattress. “It’s fat as hell.”
“You have to find a way to put it inside yourself,” Reid says. “Since you’re so worried about a dude touching your ass.”
“I’m starting to think you’re a sadist, bro.”
Walker is the king of complaining, but he always does the thing he’s complaining about. That’s why he reaches back, grabs my piece, and points the head toward his hole.
“Fuck, fuck—this is so stupid,” he mutters, but his hips tilt back anyway, his muscular glutes flexing as he grinds his rim against my cockhead.
Reid snickers, driving me forward against Walker’s entry, and I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been manhandled by these guys a hundred times since I started the doll thing, but this? Reid’s cock still buried in my ass while I’m about to fuck Walker?
This is surreal.
Walker exhales, his thighs trembling as he works the tip of my dick into his ass.
“Holy shit—how can someone actually like this?” His hole clenches around me, resisting even as he forces himself to relax. “Like—fuck—it’s like trying to force your shit back in.”
Yeah, this almost broke my doll-mode.
Reid’s fingers dig into my hips, locking me in place as Walker slowly slides himself onto me, inch by inch. “Just keep going. The doll’s dick is a lot bigger than your fingers.”
Walker curses, his whole body shaking as he finally bottoms out, my cock buried balls-deep in his guts. I can feel every single pulse of his hole.
“Fuck me,” he gasps, his biceps flexing as he braces himself against the mattress. “Feels like I’m getting split down the middle.”
“Now you know how the doll feels every morning,” Reid says, grinding his cock deeper into my ass.
Walker glares over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his temple. “Shut the fuck up and move,” he says, but his voice cracks when Reid thrusts up into me, forcing my dick even deeper inside him.
“Holy fucking shit—”
