Ryan's hips twitched upward, his cock bobbing against his stomach with each ragged breath. "Anything," he gasped, sweat rolling down his temples. "Just- fuck- let me touch it, please*-"
Aaron didn't hesitate. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his basketball shorts and boxers in one fluid motion, shoving them down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free with an almost audible snap, fully erect and already glistening at the tip.
Aaron was built. Not just in the linebacker shoulders or the thick thighs, but everywhere. His cock was thick as a beer can at the base and tapered to a flushed, leaking head. Dark veins stood out in sharp relief against his tan skin, the shaft curving slightly upward where it jutted out a solid five inches from a neatly trimmed thatch of black pubes. Precum beaded at the slit, rolling down his length in a slow, glistening trail. His balls hung heavy beneath, tight against his body with arousal, the skin drawn up taut.
Ryan's breath hitched. His tongue darted out unconsciously, wetting his lips as he stared transfixed at the sheer girth of Aaron. The plug chose that moment to pulse violently inside him, and he whimpered, his cock twitching against his stomach.
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, his hazel eyes darkening as they flicked between Aaron's dick and Ryan's face. "...Fuck," he muttered, but his grip on Ryan's wrists loosened just slightly. He glanced at Jason, who was still pinning Ryan's legs, who nodded once, sharp and eager.
Aaron smirked, running a hand lazily up his own shaft, smearing the precum down its length. "You wanna touch your dick, Ry?" he taunted, voice rough. "Gotta earn it." He stepped forward, his cock bobbing with each movement, until the head brushed against Ryan's parted lips. The tip was salty-sweet, the musk heady and undeniably male. Ryan moaned, his tongue darting out instinctively.
Jason tightened his grip on Ryan's thighs, his fingers digging into the lean muscle. "Ah-ah," he chided, leaning down to whisper hot in Ryan's ear, "you don't get to taste until you ask nicely."
Ryan's hips jerked against Jason's hold, the plug vibrating mercilessly against his prostate. "Please," he gasped, his voice wrecked. "Please, let me- fuck- let me suck it."
Ethan exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening briefly around Ryan's wrists before releasing one. "Fuck," he muttered, dragging his own erection through the fabric of his cargo shorts with a hiss. "Do it, Ry. Show us how bad you want it."
Ryan craned his neck forward, sealing his lips around Aaron's cockhead with a desperate groan. The taste exploded across his tongue. Salt, musk, the faint tang of soap from that morning's shower. Aaron's hips jerked forward instinctively, his thick length sliding deeper into Ryan's mouth. "Fuck," Aaron growled, his fingers tangling in Ryan's tousled hair. "That's it, bro. Take it."
Ryan hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as Aaron's cock hit the back of his throat. His nose pressed into the coarse curls at Aaron's base, his throat fluttering around the intrusion. The plug buzzed faster inside him, syncing with the ragged rhythm of his breaths, and he moaned around Aaron's dick, the vibration drawing a guttural curse from Aaron.
Ethan's breath hitched, his free hand fumbling with his own fly. "Jesus Christ," he rasped, finally fully freeing his erection. Standing at thin, pale six inches, the head flushed an angry red. Precum beaded at the slit, dripping onto Ryan's chest as Ethan stroked himself roughly. "Fuck, I'm so fucking horny."
Aaron moaned as Ryan's lips stretched obscenely around his girth, his hips bucking forward instinctively when Ryan swallowed around him. "Fuck, Drew," Aaron growled, his voice ragged with arousal. "He's earned it. Give him one tug."
Drew hesitated, his pale blue eyes flicking between his phone's screen and Ryan's straining cock. The plug pulsed violently inside Ryan, making his thighs tremble where Jason still pinned them. Finally, Drew sighed and crouched beside Ryan's hip, angling his phone one-handed to keep filming.
Ryan's cock was slick with precum when Drew's fingers finally closed around it, hesitant at first, then firmer as Drew adjusted his grip. The contact sent a visible shudder through Ryan's entire body. His hips jerked upward uncontrollably, his breath coming in ragged gasps around Aaron's dick. Drew gave him exactly one slow stroke from base to tip, his thumb catching messily on the swollen head.
Ryan wailed, the sound muffled by Aaron's cock but no less desperate for it. His back arched off the carpet, his thighs straining against Jason's grip as pleasure ripped through him. The plug buzzed in time with his pounding pulse, ratcheting the sensation higher until white spots danced at the edges of his vision.
Then Drew let go.
Ryan's hips bucked wildly into empty air, his cock twitching against his stomach. "No- fuck, Drew, please-" he begged, the words slurred around Aaron's length. His wrists twisted in Ethan's grip, his entire body thrumming with unmet tension. "More- I need more-"
Aaron chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening in Ryan's hair. "Nah, bro," he taunted, grinding his cock deeper into Ryan's throat. "You earned one stroke. That's the new rule." He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Ryan gasping. "Should've thought about that before you lost March fucking Madness." Aaron stood and tugged his shorts back up.
Ryan whined, an embarrassingly high-pitched sound, as Drew retreated, wiping his sticky fingers on his jeans with a grimace. The plug shifted inside him, hitting his prostate dead-on, and Ryan's cock jerked violently, another bead of precum welling up at the tip. "Fuck," he gasped, his hips twitching helplessly. "Please- I can't-"
Ethan groaned, his own erection straining. "Jesus, Ry," he muttered, shifting his grip to pin Ryan's wrists with one hand while the other fumbled with his dick, and pressed the head against Ryan’s parted lips, all six inches of his dick flushed and pulsing. "Earn it," he growled.
Ryan craned his neck forward again, sealing his lips around Ethan's cock with a desperate moan. The taste was saltier than Aaron's, muskier, the head bumping against the back of his throat as Ethan thrust forward. "Fuck," Ethan gasped, his fingers tightening in Ryan's hair. "Yeah- just like that-"
Jason groaned from his spot pinning Ryan's legs, his own erection straining against his jeans. "Fuck," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "My turn-"
Aaron smirked, stepping back to give Jason room. "Go for it, bro," he said, gesturing grandly. "But remember to hold his arms down"
Jason didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his cock already freed from his jeans, thick and flushed and leaking. Ryan's eyes widened as Jason's dick bumped against his cheek. It was slightly longer than Ethan's, but much thicker, the head glistening with precum. Ryan moaned around Ethan's cock, then pulled off, his tongue darting out to lap at Jason's tip.
Jason hissed, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Fuck," he gasped, his fingers tangling in Ryan's hair. "That's it- take it-"
Ryan hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as Jason's cock slid deeper into his mouth. The plug buzzed faster inside him, syncing with the ragged rhythm of his breaths, and he moaned around Jason's dick, the vibration drawing a moan from Jason.
Ethan groaned, stroking himself roughly as he watched Ryan's lips stretch around Jason's girth. "Jesus," he muttered, his cock twitching in Ryan's mouth. "Fuck, Ry- you're so fucking good at this-"
Aaron's smirk was all teeth as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts. "Fuck it," he growled, shoving them down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free again, already glistening at the tip, but that wasn't the main event. Aaron was built like a fucking Renaissance statue everywhere. His thighs were thick as tree trunks, dusted with dark hair that trailed up to his hips. His abs flexed as he kicked the shorts aside and then he stripped off his tank, revealing massive pecs and a treasure trail that arrowed down toward his heavy balls, drawn tight against his body. His shoulders blocked half the overhead light, casting shadows across Ryan's trembling form.
Ethan didn't waste time either. He yanked his cargo shorts down with such force the button popped off, ricocheting against the TV stand. His tank followed, joining his shorts in a haphazard pile. Pale skin and lean muscle, Ethan was all wiry strength, his cock jutting out from a thatch of blond curls. His hips had the sharp angles of a distance runner, but his thighs flexed with unexpected thickness when he stepped free of the fabric. A tattoo curled around his left thigh, some Latin phrase Ryan had never bothered to ask about, now glistening with sweat. "Your turn, Drew," Ethan panted, gesturing at Drew's phone with his free hand. "Drop the fucking camera."
Drew rolled his eyes but complied, setting his phone carefully on the coffee table before peeling off his hoodie. His torso was a canvas of lean muscle and faded bruises from intramural soccer, and pale skin stretched over ribs that flexed with each breath. His jeans and briefs went next, revealing legs that were somehow both wiry and sculpted, dusted with dark hair. His cock was slender but long, curving slightly to the left a good six and half inches. "Happy?" Drew muttered, but his throbbing erection betrayed his nonchalance.
Jason was the only one still partially clothed, his grip on Ryan's wrists unwavering. His jeans strained over his thick thighs, his erection poking out through the fly. "My turn," he growled, finally releasing Ryan's arms to shove his own pants down. His cock sprang free. It was thick as a soda can at the base, tapering slightly to a flushed head that dripped onto Ryan's lips. Jason's thighs were a study in power, every muscle defined beneath pale skin scattered with freckles. His abs clenched as he rocked forward, sliding his cock back into Ryan's waiting mouth.
Jason reached up with his free hand and yanked his tee off in one sharp motion. The fabric peeled away like a second skin, revealing a torso that belonged in a fucking Greek sculpture, broad shoulders dusted with freckles, pecs that flexed with every breath, and abs so defined they looked chiseled. A trail of copper-red hair led down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans where his cock strained against the denim.
Ryan's breath hitched around Jason's dick, his tongue flicking instinctively against the underside as he took in the sight. Jason smirked down at him, tossing the crumpled tee somewhere near the pizza boxes. "Like what you see, Ry?" he taunted, rolling his hips forward until his cock bumped the back of Ryan's throat.
The plug chose that moment to kick into a higher setting, vibrating so hard Ryan's thighs trembled against Drew's grip. He choked around Jason's length, his cock twitching violently against his stomach where precum pooled in the hollow of his abs. Jason groaned, his fingers tightening in Ryan's hair. "Fuck, that feels good," he muttered, thrusting shallowly into Ryan's mouth.
Ethan exhaled sharply beside them, his own cock bobbing inches from Ryan's face. "Switch," he demanded, nudging Jason's shoulder with his knee. Jason rolled his eyes but pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Ryan gasping. Ethan didn't waste time. He gripped Ryan's jaw and shoved his cock back into Ryan's mouth, fucking his throat with rough, shallow thrusts.
Ryan's vision blurred at the edges, his body strung tight between the relentless vibrations inside him and the alternating cocks filling his mouth. His wrists strained against Aaron's grip where the linebacker had taken over pinning him to the floor, his thighs trembling under Drew's hands. The mesh shorts clung to his ass, the jockstrap straps digging into his cheeks with every involuntary clench around the plug.
Aaron shifted above him, his thick thighs bracketing Ryan's head. "My turn," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. Ethan groaned but pulled back, his cock glistening with Ryan's spit. Aaron didn't bother with preamble- he grabbed Ryan's hair and yanked his head forward, shoving his thick length down Ryan's throat in one smooth motion.
Ryan gagged, his throat fluttering around Aaron's girth as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Aaron cursed above him, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Fuck, Ry," he muttered, his grip tightening in Ryan's hair. "You take it so fucking good."
Jason leaned down, his breath hot against Ryan's ear. "You like that, bro?" he taunted, his fingers trailing down Ryan's sweat-slicked side. "Taking all our dicks like a fucking slut?" Ryan moaned around Aaron's cock, his hips bucking helplessly against the floor. The plug pulsed in time with his racing heart, the vibrations ratcheting higher with each passing second.
Ethan groaned, palming himself as he watched the scene unfold. "Jesus," he muttered, his cock dripping onto the carpet. "This is so fucking hot."
Jason's fingers hooked under the waistband of Ryan's mesh shorts, the fabric damp with sweat and precum clinging to his thighs. "Alright, bro, you've earned some relief," Jason announced, his grin sharp as he peeled the shorts down Ryan's legs in one smooth motion. Ryan's cock stood erect and free from the side of the pouch of the jock, the flushed head smearing precum against the elastic as Jason wrapped his hand around him. Ryan's hips jerked upward with a punched-out groan, his thighs trembling as Jason's thumb swiped over his leaking slit.
"STOP."
Drew's voice cracked through the room like a gunshot. Everyone froze. Jason's hand stilled around Ryan's cock mid-stroke, his grip tightening reflexively as Ryan whined at the sudden halt. Drew stood by the coffee table, phone abandoned, his pale blue eyes locked on Jason with unnerving focus. He cleared his throat, then recited in a monotone: "Bylaws section four, subsection 'Fuck Around and Find Out,' addendum three." A beat. "Interfering with punishment by removing any clothing item transfers the punishment to the offender."
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