Shep

Ass Work

Honestly, both Gary and Shep were spent.

In fact, Shep was probably already beyond spent. He couldn’t think of any other time he had cum so often. In his whole life.

But there were those damned doubts.

Was Jeff spent? Should Shep and Gary send him on his way?

Their big dicks were soft. It was hard not to be impressed with both Shep and Gary and their bodies. Jeff had cleaned up all the cum. The fucker had to be exhausted. Shep was trying so hard to focus on how he, or at least he and Gary, were controlling the situation.

Jeff broke the ice: “I suppose I should be heading off. I hope I haven’t taken too much of your time.”

Fuck. Shep was adamant that Shep was going to control things here, or at least control things together with Gary.

“Hell. Get over here. Tell me that ass isn’t as sore as hell.”

Jeff seemed to barely stand up. But that damned satisfied smile was there. Shep wasn’t going to tell Gary, but Shep was determined to win this battle.

If the fucker wanted to go, Shep was determined to make sure he stayed. Shit. Why not play with that ass?

Shep looked at Gary. Shep had confidence that he could get Gary to agree.

And so Jeff had to take his ass over to where Gary and Shep were relaxing. They were going to play with that fucked ass, whether Jeff wanted it or not.

But Shep still wasn’t sure he hadn’t seen a smile on Jeff’s face as he moved his ass over to them.

Shep also wanted to make sure he wasn’t gay, for whatever reason. But more importantly he wanted to make sure Jeff wasn’t controlling him.

So Shep smiled at Gary, as Shep grabbed Jeff’s ass. How could it not be sore? It had to be so full of cum.

And Shep started playing with it. Without even thinking about whose idea that might be.

Shep had never really paid much attention to an ass before.

Jeff’s hole seemed to have contracted, at least a bit. Even though both Shep and Gary had just loaded it up, again and again.

Shep felt it. Even felt the hole. Looked at Gary: “Shit. I could almost get horny again, just thinking about how hard we’ve fucked this bitch.”

Gary’s hand also grabbed Jeff’s ass, and both Shep’s and Gary’s fingers moved toward that hole.

Shep’s finger went in first. Shep was pleased, even though the whole thing seemed pretty damned gay. At least he knew he was controlling things. Not Jeff.

And Gary joined in as well. Playing with that hole until some cum leaked out.

“Fuck. Any idea how many loads have gone in him today?”

And then Shep felt it.

Shit. Jeff was sucking on Shep’s toes. And Shep didn’t want to say anything about it to Gary.

But then his damned dick started going hard. Again.

Jeff was massaging his feet. Then he went to Gary’s.

Shep guessed. Because he saw that Gary was starting to go hard again as well.

Shep stuck a second finger in that fucked ass. Gary did as well.

Was Gary having the same doubts Shep was?

Did Jeff really want this to happen?

Shep and Gary looked at each other. Shep wasn’t sure if Gary was just getting horny or what. He certainly didn’t want to confirm his doubts with Gary about who was in control.

And more fingers went in that fucked hole. Even as Jeff continued to suck on both Shep’s and Gary’s toes. And even as they both had to notice that they were both going hard, almost in unison.

And as they put more fingers in, deeper and deeper, the fucker put his hand back to open his hole.

Dammit. Did the bitch actually want this to be happening, too?

But at this point both Shep and Gary were way too interested in this damned ass.

Gary encouraged Shep to put all four fingers in. Even if the bitch was helping to open his cum-dripping hole.

Then Shep got Gary to do the same.

Shep looked at Gary’s cock. It was throbbing. Shep smiled. “Fucking bitch still hasn’t had enough.”

Even as Jeff sucked their toes even deeper. Almost deeper the deeper their fingers, then their hands, went in that stretched hole.

And then Shep grabbed Gary’s hand, and helped him push it in even deeper.

Shit. Shep wasn’t sure he had ever even heard of anything like this, as Gary’s fist went into Jeff’s ass.

And Shep tried to block the thought that at least Shep was controlling Gary.

And now both the fucker’s hands were back trying to help open his hole, so Gary and Shep could do whatever the hell they wanted to.

Both Gary and Shep noticed how hard their dicks were, almost in spite of themselves.

Gary’s fist went in, to his wrist. Then Gary helped Shep do the same thing.

Shep was so horny he didn’t care if Gary was controlling him now.

And he was so close to not caring whether Jeff was controlling things that he almost forgot about all his doubts.

“Shit. If the fucker doesn’t stop sucking on my toes, I’m gonna cum.” What Shep didn’t say was “in spite of myself.”

Shep got up. He had to nail the bitch. He didn’t care whether the bitch wanted it.

Shep looked at Gary. He knew Gary was as close to cumming as Shep was.

“Fuck. Figure out a way to get your cock in here too.”

And Gary’s throbbing cock went in too.

The bitch was moaning.

Shep wanted to know it was a painful moaning.

But he knew it wasn’t.

Shep started shooting.

Gary started shooting.

It didn’t matter that they thought they were exhausted.

It didn’t matter that neither of them had ever thought of anything like fisting before.

It didn’t even matter that they had never both been in any hole together before.

The bitch was a demon.

A demon both Shep and Gary needed.

As their cocks continued to shoot.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

The bitch was at least moaning, right?

Hell. The truth was, Shep didn’t care.

Shep just wanted to cream that ass.

And doing it the same time that Gary was, with their cocks almost draining each other’s, was crazy amazing.

Had Shep finally stopped caring about who was controlling what?