Gavin moved through the terminal with ease. He made for the gate, settling at a seat with his phone and a coffee. The wall of glass revealed a sea of navy-suited business travelers, none worth a second glance. And then the pilot and copilot appeared. They walked in perfect sync, heads bent toward each other, sharing laughter that cut through the terminal's white noise.
Gavin's gaze locked onto the pilot. He took in the details one by one: strong jaw with the faintest shadow of stubble, and eyes the precise blue of high-altitude sky. A slight scar bisected his left eyebrow, the only imperfection in an otherwise flawless face that belonged on a recruitment poster. The terminal's fluorescent lights caught on his blonde hair, where a razor-sharp fade at the temples softened into just enough length on top for fingers to grip. The man's cap — with its gleaming insignia—sat neglected under one arm. When the pilot laughed at something his companion said, a single strand fell across his forehead, and he pushed it back with an unconscious flick that made Gavin's pulse quicken.
The uniform wasn't just tailored—it was a second skin that transformed regulation navy into something criminal. Every flex of the pilot's shoulders threatened to split seams engineered for lesser men. His jacket strained, and the shirt beneath was fighting a losing battle against his chest, buttons clinging for dear life across a topography Gavin's fingers itched to map. The pilot's black tie was knotted with the confidence of a man who could wreck you at midnight and command the skies at dawn without missing a beat. Raw power radiated from him like heat, not demanding attention but simply consuming it.
Not that the copilot was any less devastating, with shoulders that strained the seams of his uniform jacket. When he shifted his weight, the fabric tightened across his chest, revealing a toned torso beneath crisp navy. This one had the kind of face that would get a kid elected class president: clean, open, a geometry that radiated trust. His skin was a shade or two fairer than the pilot's, with a scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, as if some higher power had flicked them on for just the right effect. The eyes, though, were what really did it. Deep-set and watchful, they reminded Gavin of whiskey. Copper hair, close-cropped at the temples, caught the light when he tilted his head, listening.
When their eyes met, the copilot held Gavin's gaze for three full seconds before looking away, leaving Gavin's mouth dry and his collar suddenly too tight.
He murmured something to his pilot that made them both turn their heads toward Gavin with predatory synchronicity. They stalked across the terminal floor and claimed the seats directly beside him.
Gavin made a point of not looking over, which guaranteed they’d look at him again.
Five, four, three—
“Early flight?” The pilot’s voice came over, warm and direct.
Gavin turned and locked eyes with the man. “Only if you count noon as early,” Gavin said. He let his gaze linger just a second too long before glancing at the copilot, who was pretending to be absorbed by the TV.
“Depends on the night before,” the pilot replied, mouth quirking up in a smirk.
Something in the pilot's easy confidence hooked Gavin instantly. Gavin gestured toward the gate. "This your flight?"
"Yeah, that's us." The pilot extended his hand. "Liam."
"Gavin." Their handshake lingered.
"Max," said the copilot, his touch light but his gaze heavy.
“So, Gavin,” Liam said, “are you headed home?”
“Business trip. How about you guys?”
Liam grinned, teeth white and even. “Never a dull moment up front,” he said, voice pitched low and just loud enough for only them to hear. “Though, if we’re honest, it’s the back of the plane where the real trouble happens.”
"Ain't that the truth," Max muttered, shooting Liam a sidelong glance.
Gavin caught the silent exchange and let his gaze linger. He liked watching them together—the easy confidence, the subtle antagonism. It was practically foreplay.
He stretched out, knees falling open. He looked up with a smirk that traveled from Liam to Max, inviting them to notice everything his body was offering.
They volleyed banter back and forth like a live grenade, each man catching and releasing it with practiced ease. Gavin improvised, riding the electric current that crackled between Liam's razor-sharp wit and Max's smoldering restraint, his body angled to include them both in his orbit. When he deliberately let silence settle between them—a pause weighted with possibility—Liam broke first, unable to resist the magnetic pull. He leaned forward, the crisp white cuffs of his uniform shirt sliding back to reveal tanned wrists and the edge of an expensive watch. His eyes, blue as a cloudless flight path, fixed on Gavin with undisguised hunger.
“So, what do you do when you’re not talking to strangers in airport lounges?” he asked, grin wide.
Gavin shrugged, “Real estate,” he said. “It’s a lot like flying, actually. Plenty of turbulence, high stakes, and every so often, a hard landing.”
Max’s mouth finally curved into that grin he’d been holding back. “Sounds dangerous,” he said.
Gavin grinned back, “I like dangerous.” He punctuated it by reaching for his coffee.
Gavin knew the precise moment he crossed the line from playful banter into something more illicit—it was when Liam laughed just a beat too long, his mouth betraying a hunger. The three of them sat locked in a tight triangle of energy, every movement and glance charged with intent. The white noise of the terminal fell away, leaving a vacuum in which only their voices existed, amplified and echoing in Gavin’s chest. Max leaned back, but his gaze never wavered from Gavin, as if daring him to push further. Liam fingered the rim of his coffee cup, the motion unconsciously mimicking the slow, measured touch of a hand along bare skin.
“So, are you two actually allowed to fly hungover?” Gavin asked, letting the question hang between them—an easy, obvious bluff that begged to be called.
Liam’s mouth twitched at the corners. “Regulations are strict, but there’s wiggle room.” he deadpanned, his gaze sly and assessing.
Max’s reply was cooler, more precise: “We’re professionals. Always in control.”
Gavin leaned in, the distance shrinking from a polite two feet to something intimate, conspiratorial. “I bet you’re in control until the cockpit door closes, and then all bets are off.”
Liam’s laughter broke open, not loud but rich with promise. He glanced at Max, who returned a steady look—communication passing between them on some frequency Gavin could only guess at. Then Liam turned his attention fully to Gavin, the force of it like sunlight through glass.
“You have a vivid imagination, Gavin,” Liam said, voice dropping half an octave. “You should see what we do to pass the time on long-hauls.”
Max’s lips parted, then closed again. A flush crept up his neck, blooming high on his cheeks, but he didn’t flinch.
Gavin met their challenge, eyes glinting with something feral. “I’d rather experience it firsthand,” he said, letting the invitation settle.
For a moment, none of them spoke. The air grew thick, and the rest of the world receded.
It was all so easy with these two. He could picture it already—the hotel bar, a round of drinks, an hour later with the shirts off and the air thick with sweat. These two were more than a fantasy; they were an invitation.
The PA crackled to life, slicing through their charged bubble with boarding announcements. Liam rose in one fluid motion, his thigh dragging deliberately against Gavin's as he stood. He slung his cap onto his head with military precision, then leaned down until his lips nearly brushed Gavin's ear. "Have a pleasant trip, Gavin," he whispered, his breath hot enough to burn. Their eyes locked before Liam finally broke away.
He gave a lazy salute and moved off with Max. Gavin watched them go, a grin stretching over his beard.
He finished his coffee, adjusted his shirt, and made his way to the gate—feeling, for the first time in ages, that rare, delicious anticipation of a trip where he might just change his itinerary.
Gavin took his window seat, shifting restlessly. When Liam's voice came over the PA—"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking"—his stomach tightened. The plane's familiar motions couldn't distract him from thoughts of Liam's hands on the throttle, of Max's controlled intensity. The flight passed quickly, and on leaving the cabin Gavin suspected the real journey was just beginning.
At baggage claim, Gavin's pulse quickened as the pilots cut through the crowd like sharks through still water. Liam caught his eye, his jaw tightening as he beckoned Gavin over with a slight nod that felt like a command. The terminal's fluorescent lights caught the gold threads in his hair, making him gleam dangerously.
"Good flight?" Liam asked, his gaze burning a path down Gavin's body.
Before Gavin could answer, Liam stepped closer—close enough that Gavin could smell his aftershave again, "We're grounded here tonight, place across the road. Hotel bar at 6?" he added, voice dropping to a growl that vibrated in Gavin's chest.
"I'll be there," Gavin said, throat dry. "Bring your A-game."
Max's smile split his face, all teeth and hunger. "Oh, we will."
Bags reclaimed, they left him with a time and a promise. Gavin watched the pilots stride away and felt the simmering hunger spike in his chest.
He caught his own reflection in the window. He smoothed his beard, checked his teeth, and wondered—not for the first time—if he was getting too old for this. But when he pictured the two of them, golden and lean, Max’s calculated stillness and Liam’s hungry confidence, he grinned. He was exactly the right age.
They were at the bar when Gavin arrived, heads bent together in the empty lounge. Liam's hand landed on Gavin's thigh as he sat—possessive, deliberate. Heat seared through the fabric, quickening Gavin's pulse. Beers arrived, untouched. Liam's hand circled Gavin's thigh while Max talked flight paths, his words mere static beneath the real conversation.
The air shifted. Liam's thumb stroked higher on Gavin's thigh while Max's fingers curled possessively around the barstool. Their voices dropped to whispers, innuendo crystallizing into intent. "He's nervous," Max observed, and before Gavin could protest, Liam cut in—
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”
Gavin looked from one to the other. “There’s nothing I don’t want to do.”
Max tipped his bottle in salute. “Good answer.”
Liam slid a room key across the counter. "Your move," he said, eyes electric blue. Gavin took it and stood. Max and Liam rose too, and for one charged moment, the three men hung suspended in possibility.
By the time the elevator doors slid open, Gavin’s legs were shaky. He followed the pilots down the carpeted hall, heart banging against his ribs. Liam opened the door quickly. Inside: a clean, impersonal hotel room, two beds pushed together, TV on mute. Max flipped the deadbolt behind them.
Liam didn't waste a second. He closed the distance between them with easy confidence, his erection already visible against his uniform pants. His fingers hooked behind Gavin's head, before he pulled their mouths together in a wet, open kiss. Liam's tongue pushed immediately into Gavin's mouth, exploring and claiming, while his hips pressed forward, grinding his hardness against Gavin's thigh with deliberate pressure that made his intentions unmistakable.
Gavin kissed back with a hunger that had been building since the first smirk at the gate, his cock already straining painfully against his zipper. Liam's tongue invaded his mouth, hot and insistent, while Gavin sucked on it greedily, drawing a moan from deep in Liam's throat. Their teeth clashed as Liam bit down on Gavin's lower lip hard enough to make him gasp.
Max was in motion at the same time, circling behind Gavin. While Liam devoured his mouth, Max's hands slid beneath Gavin's shirt, fingers dragging against his skin. His erection pressed hard against Gavin's ass through their clothes as he found Gavin's nipples, pinching them until Gavin moaned into Liam's mouth. "Fuck, you're hot" Max growled against his ear, grinding his cock harder against Gavin's backside while his fingers twisted and pulled at the hardened nubs.
They closed the distance until Gavin was trapped between their bodies—Liam's erection grinding against his thigh through uniform pants, Max's hard cock pressing into the cleft of his ass. Liam broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips as he panted, his face inches from Gavin's. "Not bad for a civilian," he said, pupils blown with lust. Max's fingers dug into Gavin's hips, pulling him back against his bulge while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin below Gavin's ear.
Liam's hands left Gavin's hair and went to work on his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one. Max, sensing the shift, peeled Gavin's shirt up and over his head, his fingers deliberately brushing over Gavin's nipples until they hardened. The air hit Gavin's skin, but the sensation didn't last. Liam's palms landed flat on Gavin's bare pecs, thumbs circling his nipples as he pushed him gently but insistently onto the edge of the hotel bed. Gavin let himself fall back, breathing hard, his own cock straining against his pants.
They tore at Gavin's remaining layers with hungry desperation, until he lay exposed and panting, his stocky frame heaving. Light reflected off the dark thicket of hair across his chest, catching the light with each ragged breath. Max and Liam attacked their own uniforms with the same ferocity, ties, shirts and trousers scattering across the floor as they revealed themselves. Gavin's pulse hammered at the sight of their bodies—Liam's golden skin stretched taut over muscle, a fine dusting of blonde hair trailing down his abdomen like an arrow pointing to salvation; Max's pale flesh flushed pink with desire, copper hair across his heaving chest.
They loomed over Gavin, their muscled bodies casting him in shadow, twin gods demanding worship. Their fists pumped at their rigid cocks, veins pulsing like live wires beneath taut skin. Gavin's mouth watered at the sight—Liam's thick shaft curved slightly upward, the head already glistening with precum, while Max's longer cock stood straight and proud, a drop of clear fluid beading at its slit. When they leaned forward in unison, their swollen, leaking cockheads pressed against Gavin's parted lips with brutal insistence, smearing sticky wetness across his mouth. Their musky scent flooded his senses, the salt-slick taste of their precum coating his tongue as they rubbed their cock heads against his lips, leaving trails of slippery fluid across his beard. Gavin opened wider, desperate to feel the weight of them stretching his jaw, filling his throat until he couldn't breathe.
Gavin's lips wrapped around Liam first, until his nose pressed against the wiry golden hairs at the base, inhaling the masculine musk. Liam's back arched violently off the bed. His fingers dug into Gavin's scalp, hips jerking upward, forcing his cock deeper down Gavin's willing throat. Gavin pulled back slowly, hollowing his cheeks, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of Liam's cockhead. A silver thread of saliva and precum connected them as he turned to Max, maintaining predatory eye contact as he descended on the second pilot's straining erection. Max's thick shaft hit the back of Gavin's throat, then pushed beyond, the bulbous head forcing its way into his esophagus. The column of Gavin's neck visibly distended around the intrusion, his throat muscles contracting around Max's pulsing girth. Max's powerful thighs trembled beneath Gavin's palms, a stream of filthy encouragement spilling from his lips. Salt and musk flooded Gavin's senses as precum leaked directly down his throat.
He worked them in turns with practiced expertise—one hand twisting slick circles around Liam's spit-soaked cock while his mouth enveloped Max to the root, then reversing, never allowing either man a moment's respite. Copious spit ran down his chin in rivulets, dripping onto his chest hair. Liam's words dissolved into broken syllables and animal grunts as Gavin took him deeper than before, nose buried in his musky pubic hair. His jaw ached exquisitely. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. The taste changed suddenly—saltier, more urgent, as both cocks began leaking steadily onto his tongue. Gavin hummed low in his throat, the vibrations traveling through both rigid shafts, feeling both men twitch violently against his talented tongue.
Gavin pulled away, gasping for breath and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He looked up at them both through hooded eyes, the intensity of their gazes setting a new wave of excitement through his veins.
He moved himself further onto the bed, sprawling out and leaving them room to join him. Liam wasted no time in climbing onto the bed, laying down next to Gavin and pulling him into a deep kiss. Max slid to Gavin's other side, pinning him between their bodies. Their cocks pressed hot against him as four hands claimed him, mapping his flesh with possessive hunger.
There was a subtle change in the air—a promise of escalation. A slick, unmistakable sound sliced through the haze. Gavin sharpened his senses and searched for its source, catching the wet, rhythmic stroke of Liam's fist steadily gliding up and down his veiny cock. But it wasn't just skin on skin; the movement gleamed with something more, each pass lubricated and liquid-smooth. At his side, Gavin caught a flash of movement—the glint of a small bottle in Liam's hand, the clear lube drizzling over the swollen purple head and down the thick shaft, pooling around his heavy balls. Liam's grip twisted expertly around the girth, spreading the lube with deliberate, unhurried passes, his thumb lingering over the sensitive spot just beneath the ridge where precum beaded at the slit.
Gavin's mouth went dry, his cock straining painfully at the thought of both men filling him. He drank in the sight of Liam's defined abs flexing as he worked his thick shaft, the prominent veins in his forearm standing in stark relief as he squeezed and twisted his fist around his swollen cockhead. Then, almost as if on cue, Max moved to mirror the action. He reached for the lube, flipping the cap open with a practiced snap before drenching his own rigid cock, the pale length glistening as he stroked it from the heavy balls at his base to the leaking, purple tip. The sloshing, messy sounds of lube being worked into engorged flesh were obscene and impossibly arousing, his precum now mixing with the clear fluid as both men prepared to penetrate him.
The two of them—Liam and Max—lay on either side of Gavin, their thick, veined cocks jutting upward as they stroked themselves with lube-slicked fists, matching predatory grins breaking across their faces. Liam's shaft looked impossibly thick, the purple head flaring wider than the already substantial girth, a glistening strand of precum connecting the slit to his thumb as he twisted his grip just beneath the sensitive ridge. Max's cock curved slightly upward, the prominent veins pulsing visibly with each heartbeat as he pumped his fist from root to tip, his heavy balls drawing tight against his body. Gavin's hole clenched involuntarily at the sight, already anticipating the stretch and burn of being filled by both men, imagining how they would force him open until his rim was stretched white around their combined thickness. His own cock throbbed painfully against his stomach, the swollen head an angry purple, leaking a steady stream of precum that pooled in his navel as he imagined their hot cum flooding his insides, filling him so completely it would leak from his gaping hole for hours afterward. The hunger in their eyes was unmistakable: they were going to fuck him until he couldn't walk straight, until his hole was loose and dripping, and his body responded with a desperate, animal need to be used, to be nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.
When Max finished slicking himself, he let the bottle fall to the mattress and crawled forward, smearing a streak of lube across Gavin’s hip as he gripped him tight. Liam, not to be outdone, leaned in and let the head of his cock nudge insistently at Gavin’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail behind.
Gavin swallowed hard, the hunger in him mounting with each second. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it, needed it, more than anything.
Liam flashed a wicked grin. "Ready for us?"
Gavin didn't hesitate as he looked them both in the eyes and nodded.
Max shifted back, providing Liam with more space. Liam took advantage immediately, lifting Gavin's legs high and positioning the slick, head of his cock against Gavin's hole. The purple crown glistened with lube and precum, veins visible along the shaft as Liam rubbed the sensitive tip in teasing circles around Gavin's puckered entrance. He looked into Gavin's eyes, darkened with desire, and nodded slightly. "Gonna split you open," he growled, voice thick with lust. Gavin sucked in a breath as he felt the hot pressure against his entrance, his hole clenching then relaxing in anticipation. It was time. Liam pushed gingerly at first, then with mounting pressure, the thick ridge of his cockhead stretching Gavin's rim until it finally gave way with an obscene wet pop that made both men groan. Gavin's grip tightened on his shoulders, fingernails digging into flesh as Liam's shaft sank deeper, inch by painstaking inch. The burning stretch was exquisite torture as Gavin's tight channel was forced to accommodate Liam's considerable girth, his inner walls clinging desperately to every ridge and vein of the invading cock until Liam's heavy balls resting against his spread cheeks.
Liam paused when he was fully inside, his thick cock stretching Gavin's rim to its limit, the tight ring of muscle gripping him like a vise. He nuzzled the side of Gavin's face, hot breath against his ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe before his tongue darted out to taste the salt of his skin. "Feel how deep I am?" he whispered, voice rough with lust. "You’re squeezing my cock so fucking tight." His hand returned to Gavin's leaking cock, thumb smearing pre-cum over the sensitive, purple head before stroking the shaft in time with his slow and deliberate thrusts. Each time Liam bottomed out, his heavy balls slapped wetly against Gavin's ass as he ground his hips in filthy circles, his swollen cockhead relentlessly massaging Gavin's prostate. The pressure was exquisite torture, sending electric jolts of pleasure up Gavin's spine until desperate, broken moans spilled from his lips. "That's it," Liam growled, increasing his pace slightly, the obscene squelching sounds of lube and pre-cum filling the room as his veiny shaft pistoned in and out of Gavin's stretched hole. "Take every fucking inch of me."
Max's eyes burned with desire as he watched Liam's thick cock disappear into Gavin's hole, the sight of that tight rim clinging to every veined inch making his own shaft throb painfully. His usually stoic expression had crumbled completely, replaced by parted lips and hunger-blown pupils as Liam's balls slapped wetly against Gavin's ass with each brutal thrust. Pre-cum leaked steadily from Max's swollen cockhead, dripping onto his fingers as he stroked himself, his fist tightening around his shaft each time Gavin moaned. He couldn't hold back any longer—his balls were drawn up tight, aching for release, demanding to be buried in that heat he could only imagine. With a growl that rumbled from deep in his chest, he moved forward on his knees, his cock bobbing heavily between his thighs. One hand gripped Gavin's hip hard enough to bruise while the other made a small but forceful gesture, signaling Liam to lift Gavin up. Gavin's eyes widened, pupils dilated with lust and a flash of nervous anticipation as Max positioned himself behind him, the blunt, leaking head of his cock nudging insistently at Gavin's already filled entrance.
Max's eyes darkened with primal hunger as he nudged his angry, purple cockhead against Gavin's already stretched rim, mesmerized by the thick rivulets of precum oozing from his slit to mix with the glistening lube. The tight pucker was obscenely distended around Liam's massive girth, pink flesh stretched taut and quivering. He bit down on Gavin's neck hard enough to leave a possessive bruise, his hot tongue laving over the mark as his gaze locked on where Liam's veiny shaft disappeared into Gavin's hole. "Gonna stuff you so full," he growled against Gavin's sweat-slick skin. With a feral sound that rumbled from deep in his chest, he pressed forward relentlessly, his cockhead flaring wider as Gavin's entrance fought the intrusion before finally surrendering. The tight ring of muscle stretched impossibly as it struggled to accommodate both their wide shafts, Gavin's hole now lewdly distended around their combined girth. Max felt Liam's cock against his own, the sensation of their shafts sliding together inside Gavin making his heavy balls draw up tight against his body. Every ridge and vein of Liam's cock rubbed against his own as they both sank deeper, filling Gavin so completely that excess lube squelched from his stuffed hole, trickling down to pool beneath them on the sheets.
It took a few moments, but eventually the burning stretch faded and gave way to an electric pleasure that shot up Gavin's spine like lightning. His rim quivered and pulsed around their thick shafts as they began to move in tandem, their veiny cocks dragging mercilessly against his swollen prostate with each brutal thrust. "Oh f-fuck," Gavin gasped, his voice breaking as they established a rhythm that left him breathless. His own cock, angry and purple, leaked continuously now, thick ropes of precum pooling in the hollow of his stomach as Liam and Max filled him so completely. Their heavy, cum-laden balls slapped wetly against his ass with each punishing stroke, the sound echoing through the room alongside the squelching of lube as they pistoned in and out of his stretched hole. The air grew thick with the musky scent of male sweat and sex.
Their thrusts gradually became more urgent, more demanding, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the room like obscene applause. Liam and Max found a primal rhythm, one pulling back his veiny, glistening shaft until just the flared purple cockhead remained caught in Gavin's stretched rim while the other drove forward balls-deep, his heavy sack slapping wetly against Gavin's ass cheeks. Gavin's hungry, quivering hole was never empty for even a second, his prostate battered relentlessly from alternating angles. The dual invasion stretched him beyond what he thought possible, his rim obscenely distended around their combined girth of cock stuffing him full—angry red and pulsing as their thick, shafts dragged against his sensitive walls with each punishing stroke, forcing more precum to leak from his own neglected cock.
Gavin could feel the rising intensity as they rocked against him together, their swollen purple cockheads taking turns battering his abused prostate until he saw stars, each brutal thrust forcing broken whimpers from his throat that turned to desperate, animal moans. His own neglected cock bounced violently against his stomach with each impact, angry and purple, as they ruthlessly used his hole.
The squelching sounds of lube and precum filled the room as they fucked relentlessly into his stretched entrance, their heavy balls slapping wetly against his ass cheeks with each devastating plunge. Gavin's hole clenched and spasmed around their invading shafts, his inner walls desperately trying to milk their cocks as they pounded him mercilessly from both sides, building an insidious pleasure that sent electric thrills buzzing from his core to his fingertips and making his toes curl in ecstasy. His rim burned exquisitely with each brutal stretch, the filthy sounds of their rutting growing louder as both men's cocks strained inside him, their combined girth forcing his hole to gape lewdly each time they withdrew only to be stuffed full again with savage force.
Gavin's body convulsed violently between them, his spine arching so sharply it threatened to snap as Max jackhammered into him. His mouth hung open, eyes wide. Liam's fingers dug brutally into Gavin's shoulder as he watched Gavin being split open on their cocks, his own hips pistoning uncontrollably. The room disappeared entirely as the three of them rutted like feral animals, their guttural roars and desperate, choked sobs drowning out the thunderous pounding of their hearts.
Sweat poured down Max's forehead and dripped onto Gavin's arched back as they rutted, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Their ragged breathing devolved into desperate whimpers and animalistic groans as Max felt his heavy, cum-laden balls draw up painfully tight against his body, his cock-veins throbbing visibly as overwhelming pressure built at the base of his spine. "Gonna fucking breed you," Max growled through clenched teeth, his massive cock swelling impossibly larger inside Gavin's stretched hole, the purple head battering Gavin's prostate mercilessly. With a strangled cry that tore from deep in his heaving chest, Max's violent orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave, his cockhead flaring obscenely as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep in Gavin's ass, flooding his insides with spurt after spurt of sticky seed while Liam's still-thrusting veiny shaft rubbed against Max's sensitive cock, milking every last drop. The excess cum spurted obscenely out around Liam's relentlessly pistoning cock and trickled from Gavin's abused, gaping hole in pearly rivulets, falling down onto the sheets below as Max's hips jerked uncontrollably through the final throes of his release.
Liam's cock throbbed violently as his heavy balls drew up tight against his body, his muscular back arching like a bow as the first overwhelming wave of his orgasm hit. "Fuck, I'm coming," he growled through clenched teeth, thrusting brutally deep until his swollen cockhead battered Gavin's abused prostate. His shaft pulsed visibly, the thick veins standing out as his cockhead flared obscenely inside Gavin's impossibly stretched hole, rubbing against Max's still-rigid member as the first scalding jet of cum erupted from his slit. He gripped Gavin's shoulder hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his powerful hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied his aching balls. Thick, pearly ropes of cum spurted forcefully from where their bodies joined.
Liam's eyes rolled back in his skull, his whole body trembling and shuddering as his cock continued pumping load after massive load, filling Gavin to overflowing, his cum mixing with Max's inside Gavin's raw, gaping ass until it leaked out around both their shafts in obscene rivulets.
When the storm of bliss finally subsided, Gavin lay panting between them. Liam gently pulled out, followed by Max. They collapsed to either side of Gavin who was still trying to catch his breath, his heart pounded in tandem with theirs. Liam tangled his fingers with Gavin's, gave it a reassuring squeeze while Max buried his face into Gavin's neck, placed light kisses on the heated skin.
They lay there together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, the sheets beneath them damp and rumpled. Gavin's chest rose and fell between them as his breathing gradually slowed, the air cooling the perspiration on his flushed skin. Max's fingertips traced lazy circles on his hip while Liam nuzzled against his neck, his stubble a pleasant scratch against Gavin's tender flesh. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint cologne that still clung to Max's collarbone. Despite the delicious ache spreading through his body and the warm trickle of their release between his thighs, Gavin couldn't help but smile. The real flight, indeed, had just begun.
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