I was still on my knees after Derek had filled my ass with cum and Brock had done the same for my mouth. Brock told me to get on my back on a bed, my aching hard-on pointing straight to the ceiling. Trevor peeled off his sleeveless hoodie and dropped his shorts, no underwear beneath them. The sweet little stud-pup still wore his training shoes and ankle socks.
Fucking hot.
He didn’t need to be told what to do next. He confidently straddled me and impaled his smooth, tight hole on my cock without hesitation or apparent discomfort. He had arrived pre-lubed and ready to get fucked.
“Makes it easier when the bottom comes prepared,” Brock said, running his hand through Trevor’s hair and patting him on the head. “How’s that feel, Trey?”
“Sweet, man.”
“We’re gonna watch for a while,” he said, pulling Derek’s shaved head in for a wet, sloppy kiss.
Unlike our earlier hookup, when he sucked my cock in hurry, Trevor wasn’t in a rush this time.
And he knew how to work that ass on my cock. Slow. Deep. His ass squeezing my tool. Hands on my chest.
Eyes locked on mine, he found his rhythm gliding up and down, and I let him take control for a while. My hands played with his meaty ass-cheeks and broad back, and he leaned down to kiss me.
His supple skin was smooth, flawless, and tight over the muscles that moved so powerfully beneath it.
I held his waist and started jackhammering up into him higher, harder and faster, and the kid matched my every move.
“Don’t come yet, boys,” Brock said. “That’s right… slow it down a notch or two.”
Then Derek stood on the bed, his re-engaged cock hard and ready in front of Trevor’s face. I watched Trevor’s red lips take it in before my view was blocked by Brock’s giant dump truck. He backed up over my face again and lowered himself directly onto my face. I lapped away at Brock’s hole, and he began rising, sinking back, gliding back and forth and then grinding all of my mouth, nose and chin.
Since I hadn’t shot a load during the first round, I knew I couldn’t take it much longer.
I tightened my grip on Trevor’s waist as Brock was grinding that beefy ass onto my face and Derek said, “Yeah, Trey, come in his ass while he sucks my big, black cock.”
With a grunt stifled by Brock’s cheeks, I rocked my cock as far up Trevor’s tight chute as possible, my vein throbbing as it fired five times deep in his guts.
When my cock slid out of Trevor and Brock stood up from my mouth, Derek took control of Trevor.
The black giant grabbed the studly youngster by the armpits and forcefully flipped him on his back, lifting the plump ass up so Trevor’s sloppy hole was positioned to take Derek’s enormous dick next.
Trevor gasped as Derek slid in balls deep, sweat rolling down his shaved head and long back.
Trevor yelped, high and loud, as Derek must’ve been hitting depths I couldn’t have reached. Brock and I walked around behind them and watched Derek’s low-handing balls slapping with each thrust against Trevor’s plump cheeks.
The yelps picked up a rhythm and volume. Derek put a pillow over Trevor’s mouth and pumped away that hole. My own cum was already pushed high up in him or out on the sheets.
Derek didn’t waste any dirty talk on Trevor, but when he came, his smooth, muscled ass clenched, like two dark halves of basketballs. He grunted and collapsed onto the kid.
Trevor pulled the pillow off his face and smiled up at Derek.
“Nobody ever went that deep,” he said to Derek, who came off him and stood up. Trevor was alone on the bed now. Still wearing his sneakers and socks, Trevor spread his legs and fingered his cummy hole, Derek’s juices now joining mine on the sheet. Trevor lifted his hips in Brock’s direction, and the Big Man was on him.
In him.
Up him.
No mercy, no tenderness, no kisses, and no domination kink. Just an alpha taking what’s his.
Brock pummeled the loosened ass with his fat tool.
Derek walked around and started making out with Trevor. I stayed back and watched my favorite ass at work as Brock flexed into the kid deeply, Trevor’s hands frantically covering Brock’s back and butt.
Next, Brock wrapped those giant arms around Trevor and lifted him up, then stood on the floor so the kid was forced by gravity even deeper down onto Brock’s rod.
“God, Daddy, yes! Fuck me! Stretch my pussy!” Trevor cried before smashing his mouth onto Brock’s in desperate hunger.
I was surprised when Brock kissed him back, but it would’ve been rude to pull his own mouth from Trevor’s. Instead, he amped up the intensity of their tongue battle. I thought he might consume the kid whole while he used his tremendous arm and back muscles to lift Trevor up and off this dick entirely, then slam him down on it all the way, and repeat it over and over.
Trevor’s loud, high-pitched yelping returned, but I don’t think anyone cared.
This kid had just had two big dicks up his ass, but the experience of being owned by Brock was giving him new reasons to cry for more.
Brock put him on his back on a bed and grabbed a shoe in each hand, pulling them as wide apart as possible. The young stud with the body of a gymnast was extremely limber, even thrusting up to meet Brock’s cock stroke for stroke.
“Yeah, boy, that’s good,” Brock said. “You want daddy’s load in that ass?”
“Yes, Daddy! Please. Breed me, please!”
Brock grabbed the boy tight against him, his massive, hairy pecs against the kid’s smooth, tight chest and drove deep inside, grunting out his orgasm.
“Yeah, boy, take my cum.”
Brock rolled off the boy, who quickly jacked himself off and came like a cannon, shooting white ropes of jizz past his head in his first shot, then onto his face, then his torso with each shot.
Brock ran his finger through some of the cum and fed it to Derek, then did it again and fed it to me, and finally licked the remainder off Trevor’s abs.
He stood and poured us all another whisky.
“Boys,” he said. “That is how men fuck.”
After a polite amount of time, Brock dismissed Trevor with a kiss and a slap on the ass.
“You can see that I believe in mixing business with pleasure, and I’ve had a good feeling about you ever since I clocked you scoping my ass,” he said to me with a wink.
“What do you think, Dee? Has Trey passed inspection to join us?”
“Most definitely, Boss.”
Brock held up his hand to me before I could speak. “Just think about it. We’ll talk details later.”
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