“Then be my guest,” Greg teased, removing his hand.
I stared back at him, baited.
He was daring me.
Was I brave enough to do it?
I slowly raised my hand, extending it towards him, lightly placing it around the heavy mass of his cock.
It felt warm at first touch, its heat just like Nate’s, but girthier, filling my hand entirely, its size dwarfing my fist. Greg’s entire body gave in at the feel of me on him, my grip on his manhood seeming to relax him, his eyes closing as he leaned his head back.
I looked over as Nate ran his own hand slowly up and down his own dick, already slicked with spit, just the way he’d shown me.
He liked it, I realized.
Watching us together.
Greg opened his eyes again, staring directly at me. “Why don’t you jerk it a little bit? I think your cousin showed you how.”
I paused, gathering the courage to apply the skills I’d learned the day before. And then, throwing any restraint to the wind, I started stroking Greg’s cock, feeling from the shaft up to the top of his head and then back down, letting it tighten with each motion.
My own cock pulsed as I jerked his, something about the way I was servicing this guy, someone who I never thought would be interested in me, only firing me up more.
“How’s that feel?” Nate asked as he watched, unable to look away.
“Feels fucking nice, man,” Greg replied. “You’ve taught little guy well.”
Fuck he looked good, his body a milky tan, his pecs rounded, like orbs, nipples tightened from nubs into points, the washboard of his abs tapering to his hips and the dick I held in my hand.
He noticed me eyeing his body. “You can feel me if you want,” he whispered.
“Really?” I asked, the idea of touching that form, as if carved from stone, beyond my comprehension.
“Sure,” he replied. “What’s the point of looking like this if not to be appreciated?”
He was a cocky fuck, wasn’t he? But somehow it worked for him, his confidence attractive, his deep knowledge of his beauty affirmed by the fact that he was indeed otherworldly, more beautiful than I could have imagined if I’d dreamed him up myself.
I removed my hand from his dick and placed both of them at the top of his chest, feeling the weight of each pec. Greg let out a moan as I began to massage them, pressing my thumbs along the face until they ran down to his nipples, lightly squeezing them between my fingers.
His dick pulsed up at my touch involuntarily,
“Connected straight to my dick,” he murmured, his dick jumping again while I repeated the motion, this time lingering around the very tips of his nipples, flicking them slightly.
And then I ran my hands down to his abs, hungrily running my fingers along them, every caress just grazing the top of his dick.
Greg raised his arms up, placing his hands behind his head, biceps clenching into mounds, his pits exposed, revealing the light tufts of brown hair that lay beneath.
He was showing off.
“You like these?” Greg asked, flicking his eyes towards them.
I blushed. “Maybe.”
It had only been that last summer that I’d started noticing them, guy’s pits, an erogenous zone previously unfamiliar to me. What had once been a mere body part had evolved into something of an obsession, the way men had hair in them a novelty. It fascinated me that something so innocuous, so dirty, could be so hot.
“You wanna smell ‘em?” Greg asked, his words reading my mind.
My eyes widened, the offer taking me by surprise.
He could read my fear.
“Go on,” he replied, nodding his head towards his left one.
And so I moved in closer to him, placing my face just in front of it, taking in the deep scent. He’d clearly skipped deodorant, instead letting his musk build up all day so that he was totally pure — nothing other than himself. It might have been repellent had it not been so sexy, so honest — his fragrance ripe, rich. Intoxicating.
“Go on,” he repeated, taking his hand and pushing my face closer, forcing it deep into the light tufts of hair so it was buried in him. “Get in there.”
I inhaled and exhaled, taking in deep breaths, letting it all feed more of my desire for him, as if he was nourishing me with the most base part of masculinity, all in its most unvarnished form. I relished it, every bit of it, wanting to live there, happily, forever.
And I released my tongue onto him, running it all along its exposed face, lapping my way deeper and deeper to lick up all the salt and sweat, sucking on the tufts of hair that gathered between my lips.
He shook at the sensation, almost overcome. Instead of pushing me away, he pulled me closer, submerging me ever farther into him until I was suffocated, his bicep in a death grip behind my head.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice gentle despite the aggression, “suck on my pits.”
I gave in, becoming reckless, ragged, slurping up as much of him as I could. Greg was hardly put off by my intensity. Quite the opposite. He seemed enthralled by it. It was feeding him, too.
Finally, I pulled away, breathless, gasping, wiping my mouth clean, his pit soaked in my spit.
“Fuck,” Greg muttered. “This boy’s hungry.” He glanced down at his monster dick, a pool of pre-cum having gathered at the tip, my efforts only pushing him further. “Why don’t you get back to this cock?” he suggested, nodding down towards the throbbing mass between his legs. “I’ve been needing to get off all day.”
“Me too,” I heard Nate say from the bed next to us, his voice cutting the moment.
I’d almost forgotten he was there, cock still in his hand, and I grew even more aroused remembering I had an audience, a paramour whose gaze was still laser focused on me, before he continued: “Ever since we beat off this morning.”
So that’s what they’d done earlier that day, when they’d disappeared to the cliffs, leaving me behind.
My mind raced, imagining the two of them together — their naked bodies crouched in the dead heat of the woods, cocks in their hands, working each other together.
Had they helped each other out?
Maybe sucked each other a little bit?
A whole new world was opening up to me, dark and hungry. All these desires, they weren't just my own. This was just what guys did together, the most normal thing in the world, but in secret, the mere fact of it hiding in plain sight, if only you knew to look.
Greg’s voice broke me out of my head. “You ever sucked a dick before?”
I looked up at him, my face turning, blushing yet again.
“No,” I said quietly, shaking my head, not sure if I’d be more embarrassed if I hadn’t or had. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Why don’t you give it a try?” he suggested, lowering a hand to the base of his cock, pointing it towards me as invitation.
“Yeah?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I thought back to the day before, the way my Nate had guided my hand, teaching me how to jerk him, how just that touch had awakened something primal in me. And how much I had wanted to push it further, to take him in my mouth and consume him, if only I had the chance.
Now, the moment had arrived, Greg’s cock on offer before me, an even more impressive, if intimidating, piece. A wave of apprehension washed over me, my inexperience breeding uncertainty, until Nate spoke again.
“Try it, Cuz,” Nate said, his voice breaking through the haze. “You’re a natural.”
His words sent a jolt straight to my cock. I looked at Nate’s cock in his hand, tight and proportioned, a perfect tool. And then back at Greg’s, a monster, thick and overwhelming. It was one thing to stroke it, but taking it in my mouth? That was something else.
“Yeah,” Greg encouraged, his voice low and hungry. “Help me out. You’ve got the perfect little mouth.”
And with that, I licked my lips, taking him in my left hand, before lowering my face until it was right in front of me. I wanted it inside me, all of it. I was starving for it.
And so I opened my mouth, finally indulging — first taking in the head, feeling it stretch my lips as it made its way just inside, filling my cheeks, its heft resting on my tongue. I sucked lightly, feeling as it pulsed in my mouth, and then began curling my tongue along the underside, massaging against the V of skin that met the slit at the top.
“Fuck” Greg moaned, his cock tightening even more, growing bigger within me.
From the bed beyond, Nate beat his cock faster, entranced by the sight of me taking on Greg’s monster.
I pushed on, the mushroom head pressing past my lips, the shaft running along my tongue, the tip just grazing the back of my throat. It was a lot to take, the entirety of my mouth straining, jaw stretched almost to capacity.
I felt the drip of pre-cum gathering within me, the beginnings of his seed that pumped directly down the back of my throat, a first taste of what was to come.
And then Greg placed a hand on the back of my head, taking control, using his force to press me to full submission.
“That’s it,” he growled, “just let it all the way in.”
I looked up at him, my mouth full of his cock, his eyes locked on mine. Despite being entirely full, I’d only made it halfway down his piece, the rest of it still exposed below. Spit dripped down either side. The sheer width of it was already too much.
But then he reached his other hand down, resting it just below my chin and rubbing along my throat, the effort relaxing me enough that I further released, creating just enough room for him to thrust in an inch more, the head nestling its way to the furthest reach of my throat. I froze, afraid I might choke, teetering on the edge of my resolve, but instead I held back, clamping down harder on Greg’s dick and savoring it, holding it there, my eyes just beginning to tear.
And then, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I released him from my insides, gasping, heaving, letting his cock stand before me, slopped in his juices and mine, the weight of my achievement palpable.
“How’d that feel, dude?” Nate asked, his voice tight, cock so hard between his legs it seemed on the verge of busting.
“Fucking amazing,” Greg remarked, impressed. “You were right — he’s a natural cocksucker.”
I glanced over at Nate, a note of jealousy on his face at the way I’d worshipped this cock — his friend’s cock — and not his own, my face betraying the slightest grin in pride.
And then I was back on Greg, working him up and down with my mouth in the way Nate had shown me with my hands — just the right amount of tension on the shaft as I worked my way down, teasing the head with my tongue and lips when I came back up, my hand working alongside them all as a compliment.
Greg’s face tightened as I started slurping him deeper and faster, the vein running down the center of his cock pressing against my lower lip.
And then he placed both hands behind my head, holding it in place and starting to fuck my face, thrusting in and out of me, using my mouth like it was just any hole.
It might have felt aggressive—being used this way—but instead it felt like a reward, like a gift—the gift of being so filled up. I could feel the spit running past my lips, getting even sloppier, making a mess down to his balls.
I was ravenous for him, and so in turn, he was doing me a favor.
He was feeding me.
He eyed my cock, unattended, dripping between my legs. “Jerk yourself,” Greg suggested, his voice a low growl.
As he railed my throat, I took a hand off his balls and placed it on my own cock, beginning to jerk it in sweet relief.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Nate as he stood up, his body now between the beds, beating off as he watched me get pounded out by his best friend.
Greg looked up, pulled out of his reverie, to watch Nate watching us. I pulled back, eyes darting from one to the other, each of them hard and sweaty, and then down at my own dick, pooling pre-cum onto my thigh.
“How about you give Nate a try?” Greg murmured.
Nate stared at me hungrily, cock pulsing in his hand. A further invitation.
And so I rose from Greg’s bed, making my way onto the ground and kneeling prostrate before the guy who had shown me how to jerk him off the day before.
My cousin, the teacher.
I stared up at the display — his body yoked and taut, a thin film of perspiration covering his chest and stomach, his expression having turned from the sullen, angry boy I’d seen earlier in the day back to the softness I’d come to know only in secret, his desire once again bubbling to the surface.
His cock stood out in front of him, just inches from my face, and before I could take him inside me, he lowered his hand and ran his thumb across the head of his cock, slicking it with his pre-cum, before pressing it to my lips, mixing with the trail of spit and his own friend’s seed that remained.
I released my tongue to meet it, parting my lips and lapping it up.
“How’s it taste?” he asked.
“Fucking amazing,” I replied.
And then I raised my hand to his dick, guiding it inside me, indulging in more.
His dick entered me easily, more easily than Greg’s bruiser, and I marveled at the way I was able to take its entirety inside me, its full length finding its way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Greg exclaimed, watching my dexterity. “Full deep throat.”
I pulled my head off of my cousin’s dick, smiling. I was pretty good at this. And then I continued working him, my mouth sliding up and down, the tufts of his pubes tickling the tip of my nose each time.
Greg rose from the bed, joining him, so that the two of them stood side by side above me.
I hung back, taking in the beautiful sight from above — two sweaty, horny frat guys, both their cocks an invitation, offerings to be devoured, Greg statuesque and hovering just above Nate’s more compact frame.
I took Nate’s in one hand, still slick with spit, jerking it while I took Greg’s back in my mouth, sucking and slurping with everything I had, and then alternated — jerking Greg’s piece with my fist while I took Nate’s back into my throat, switching from side to side greedily.
"Fuck he loves cock," Nate muttered, marveling, Greg grinning in agreement, the two of them entranced, eyes locked on me, as I feverishly worked them with all I had.
And then Greg wrapped an arm around Nate’s shoulder, the gesture so easy — fraternal — like the scene before them was the most natural in the world.
This was just what guys do.
My cock hung low, still hard between my legs, my knees spread so wide that it just grazed the slick of the hardwood floor, the light pressure pumping the juice out of me. And then, without warning, Greg took his bare foot and lightly pressed it against the top of it, the increased pressure sending me into overwhelm. And so I pumped my cock back and forth, fucking between the smooth of the floor and the ball of his foot, the sensation only beginning to release some tension.
“You wanna give this cocksucker his reward?” Greg asked Nate, their cocks at their most engorged, nearing completion. Nate met his gaze and nodded in agreement.
And so I pulled away, watching as they began to stroke themselves, chests heaving and muscles clenching, their breath growing deeper, asses tightening behind them as they grew closer to orgasm, the storm building.
And then, finally, they began to bust.
It was Greg who released first, his right pec tightening against the strain of his arm, face contorting as a cascade of come shot out of that massive cock. I opened my mouth out of impulse, letting the first few spurts hit me right on the tongue, the first taste a beautiful surprise. I’d smelled cum before, on Nate’s briefs and in hints of pre-cum, but I’d never tasted it. And now, here it was, the full experience—salty and sweet and savory, all at the same time.
Greg kept thrusting, his hand fucking the rest of the load out as I put my mouth back on his cock, sucking the rest of it out of him, the gesture causing his body to quiver. His movement slowed, his palm thrusting the remains of his load into me, my tongue receiving every last bit of it as it left his body, the remnants running down my chin and onto my chest,
And then I heard Nate call out from above, his legs shaking beneath him. It was his turn.
I pulled myself away just as Nate’s dick exploded from the other side, the second load hitting me full on, my mouth opening just in time to receive him too. I knelt there, like a dog, tongue wagging, letting him paint my face, taking breaks to swallow as much as I could before lowering my mouth onto him as well, letting the head of his cock pulse out the remainder of his load down my throat and into my waiting stomach.
I was covered with come, everything that hadn’t been savored coating my chest and stomach, my body soaked. I luxuriated in the feeling, the unapologetic mess, before slowly letting Nate’s cock leave my lips, hanging, spent, before him.
Nate let out a long exhale, his body finally still.
“Jesus,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Greg pounded Nate’s chest with his fist, impressed, and then turned his gaze to me, a sweaty, cummy wreck below them.
“Okay, come monster, it’s your turn," Greg said, not leaving me out. “How do you want to cum?”
I looked up, his dick still half hard and slicked in my spit, and without saying a word, took it back inside me, holding it between my lips, running my tongue around it while I started jerking myself towards a finish.
"Fuck yeah," Greg said, surprised. “I wanna see you come on this dick."
I whimpered into him, choking on his girth in pure id, jerking myself faster and faster as I clamped down on his cock.
He patted the side of my face lightly. “C’mon, you little cocksucker,” Greg goaded, baiting me. “Show us that load."
And with that, Nate got down on his knees, taking his hand and placing it just beneath me, reaching past my cock to my nuts and running his fingers along them, front to back, back to front, ever so slightly grazing my hole.
I moaned ever deeper, the combination of all the sensations -- my hand on my cock, Nate’s tickling of my sack, and Greg’s thick cock in my mouth — sending me into overdrive.
My body shook, knees straining against the floor.
"That's it," Nate whispered, my body reaching its limit, “just let it go.”
And then I did, the guttural boom of my moan muffled by a mouth full of Greg as I released ream after ream onto the floor and Nate’s forearm, still strategically placed between my legs, teasing me incessantly until I was done.
I could hardly believe the mess in front of me, any thought that I’d ever run out of the stuff dissipating at the sheer volume of the pool on the hardwood floor. It was even bigger than the first time.
I released Greg's cock from my mouth, letting it fall between his legs, its mass only beginning to return to its relaxed size.
"Fuck little guy," he said. "How long you been saving up that nut?"
I blushed, embarrassed by how much I’d let myself go. “All day.”
Nate grabbed his soccer jersey and handed it to me, letting me use it to wipe off my cock and the cum that covered my shoulders, chest, and stomach.
“Told you he could hang,” Nate told Greg, sitting back on his bed and reclining against the pillows, his arms relaxed behind his head.
“Gonna be a fun weekend, boys,” Greg called out, assuming the same position on the bed opposite.
“Weekend?” I asked, finally standing up from the floor, my knees sore from exertion.
“The parents leave tomorrow morning,” Nate reminded me. “Gonna have the place to ourselves.”
My eyes widened — I’d forgotten. Another 24 hours alone with these guys. I could only imagine what would happen next.
“You’re with the big boys now,” Greg called out, reaching over to ruffle my hair and give me a light pat on the cheek. “Get ready.”
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