Hey everyone,
Just a couple words to introduce this chapter.
This is the 100th post I've made.
Started this journey late january because some people on gaydemon wanted to support me. Didn't think too much of it at first, even said I wasn't into that. But it grew on me.
Never thought I would have so many dedicated readers and I'm so glad you guys are part of this. This story especially brought a lot of people here, so thank you for enjoying those characters, hope you'll like what I've planned for all of them.
This chapter is the messiest one I've written yet,
Enjoy folks ;)
Greg and Julien.
I was now stuck between those two muscle-bound monsters.
I panicked, wondering what the rugby giant had in mind for me, when suddenly two powerful hands shoved away the ones that had been holding my head in place.
Greg’s hands.
Stronger, broader, warmer: I felt them grab my head and force it upward. And as if everything had slowed down, I felt Julien’s (very long!) cock slide out of my throat and then out of my mouth, still spurting a stream of burning cum… and then my open mouth was pushed straight against the damp balls hanging in front of me.
It hit me like a blow: the sheer hardness of them, like wrecking balls ready to smash my face with their weight.
Hairy, slick, and reeking, the impact releasing a cloud of thick, musky scent.
God, that smell’s even worse than usual.
It didn’t take long before Julien snapped:
“Hey!” Julien finally lifted his head. “What the hell?”
I felt a stray cum jet brush against my neck, like a fleeting tongue.
Greg didn’t hesitate: he grabbed one of his massive balls and shoved it forward, no, forced it into my mouth, still sore from Julien’s throat-fucking session.
“Dude, you insane? I—I’m still cumming here!”
“Shut it,” Greg replied simply, focused on pushing his ball into my mouth. “Eat that instead. Slut.”
I didn’t even have time to recover : his hairy ball was already pressing deeper, stretching my mouth again to its limits.
“Asshole, you couldn’t wait till I was done?” Julien was clearly pissed—and honestly, it almost funny how serious he became all of a sudden. “Booked him first.”
Booked ?
But I had other problems to manage at the moment.
Greg’s fucking huge nuts trying to go in my mouth!
Ghhh…
POP!
Greg’s left nut had found it’s way, filling my mouth completely, salty sweat exploding on my tongue as I sucked instinctively, tongue laving the pungent skin.
« That’s it… bitch. » The brute whispered. “Bath it.”
« What’s wrong with you Big G ? That’s against the rules. Your remember ? Your rules by the way. »
His fat cock rested heavy on my chin, veiny monster throbbing as he jerked it slow and deliberate, sticky pre-cum ropes splattering my forehead, matting my hair.
“Not doing anything wrong man. Just took my turn on him.”
I moaned around the ball, my throat full of Julien's dregs, my ass still shaking from Julien’s kisses. Greg's other hand kneaded his free ball, smearing more sweat across my cheek, owning my face completely.
“You ruined my climax, asshole—I had more to dump in this throat!” Julien was clearly mad.
His cock twitched below me, cum still leaking, frustration mixing with the chlorine stink.
Greg just smirked, popping his ball from my mouth with a slick slurp, strings of spit and sweat connecting us.
“Needed it,” he said. “Balls are aching.”
“And mine aren’t?” Julien shot back, pushing himself up on his elbows. “We had a deal, Big G. You wait your turn. That’s the rule.”
He stroked his cock faster now, pre-cum glazing my lips, ignoring Julien's rage. My hole clenched desperately, body trapped between them, craving whatever came next—their scents choking me, cocks ready to wreck.
“Hard practice,” the colossus grunted. “Match Saturday.”
“Got the concert Saturday,” he fired back. “Need recovery too.”
This is so absurd.
I’m in some kind of weird roommate custody battle.
Greg shrugged:
“Different.”
Greg's gravel voice cut through the thick air, his massive hand still fisting my hair, cock smearing pre-cum across my cheek.
“Now shut the fuck up and keep eating him, swimmer boy.”
He jerked his thick shaft harder, balls swinging heavy inches from my lips, sweat dripping off the hairy sack.
“Fuck you, Greg. I don't take orders from some sweaty rugby pig. This hole's mine—I trained it.”
Tension crackled between them, Julien's swimmer lean muscles tensing, Greg's massive rugby bulk looming like a wall. I stayed frozen between them on all fours, my cock leaking pre-cum in strings onto the sheets, ass cheeks spread wide.
And suddenly…
Greg's free paw clamped Julien’s head—iron grip—and in one brutal shove, he forced the blond head back between my smooth ass cheeks.
“I said Eat that pussy,” Greg bellowed, smashing Julien's face right into my open, wet asshole.
Julien snarled into my hole, muffled curses vibrating through me:
“Fucking ash...”—but his tongue plunged out furious, french-kissing my rim like a madman.
He seemed to suck the sweat out of my ass now, his tongue slurping loud and sloppy, teeth grazing the smooth flesh. His spit began dripping down my balls, his hands clawing my shaved thighs for leverage as he devoured me aggressively.
Julien was so into my ass it was almost frightening.
“Good boy.” Greg said simply, still keeping one hand to control his roommate’s head.
The domination hit hard: two alphas fighting over my hole, one forcing the other to eat while I moaned, body shaking, orgasm building from the relentless tongue-fuck.
Greg yanked my head forward, growling low:
“Suck my hairy balls, slut. One by one. Know the drill.” His massive sack dangled, his two nasty kiwis swollen and pungent, hairs matted with fresh sweat.
I opened wide, lips stretching around the left one first: salty explosion on my tongue, wrinkles filling my mouth as I sucked hard, tongue laving every fold. My hands cupped the firm fruits, massaging rough, feeling them churn under my fingers, heavy and full.
Popped it out slick, strings connecting, then dove for the right: bigger, hairier, shoving it deep, cheeks bulging, inhaling that overpowering rugby funk while my ass got tongue-raped below.
Greg grunted approval, jerking his veiny monster faster over my head, pre-cum splattering my hair, like a fucking shampoo or some sort. Then he grabbed his tank top hem, got the front over his head in one yank, but still wearing it. His plump belly loomed in front of me, hairy trail leading down, not ripped like Julien's abs but thick, more like a heavy bod, radiating heat. I could spot sweat drops on the swell, nipples huge and swollen, dark brown nubs sticking out like eraser tips.
Fuck they looked… so big.
“Wanna taste them?” Greg commanded, shoving my face into his chest, the right one smacking my lips. “I’ve got so much more to feed ya, Steph.”
I blushed, lost in the trance: mouth full of ball sweat aftertaste, ass exploding from Julien's furious rimjob, brain fogged by their scents and dominance.
My lips parted slow, tongue flicking the swollen tip tentative, tasting salty skin and faint soap, the nub hardening instantly under my suck. He pressed harder, smothering me against the plump pec, nipple swelling bigger in my mouth as I latched on, sucking rhythmic—pull, release, teeth grazing light.
"Harder, bitch. Milk it."
My hands roamed his belly instinctive, fingers sinking into the firm gut fat, kneading the heat while my jaw worked the tit.
Below, Julien's tongue battered relentless, his grunts mixing with mine.
"Gonna paint ur pretty face" the rugby guy said, pushing me closer to the edge.
My hole spasmed wild, the orgasm coiling tight in my gut, cock pulsing ready to erupt without a touch from either of us.
I'm going mad for his tit, holy...
Julien's face stayed forced deep by Greg's occasional shove, tongue swirling frantic, while I nursed the rugby nipple lost, body theirs to wreck. Greg's hand kept pulling his blond hair, pulling us tighter—more coming, their cocks throbbing hungry, my ass begging for the next invasion.
Then, Greg withdrew and his nipple went out of my mouth with a wet sound.
“Look at me while I jerk off in front of you, slut,” the rugby player said, stroking his thick, heavy cock right in front of my mouth.
He was so dominant, so unapologetically masculine—it was unsettling.
From where I was, I could take in his broad chest, his full, rounded nipples sitting atop powerful pecs that flexed every time he pumped himself. With his other hand, he reached up, grabbed one of them, and pinched it.
Fuck… I’d never seen a guy do that before.
It was insanely hot.
Greg’s nipples were something else—big, almost exaggerated, with this strange mix of masculine and feminine that made them impossible to ignore. Maybe it was his build, maybe something else, but there was an ambiguity to them that pulled me in.
My mouth watered.
And Greg, eyes locked on me, clearly knew exactly how much I wanted a taste.
“Next time.”
“You won’t ditch me, right?” he went on.
“You’ll keep taking care of me?”
For a moment, it felt like we were alone.
Just the two of us.
Then suddenly I saw his balls tighten slightly, drawing up, his whole body tensing.
“I’m gonna feed you, slut. Open wide.”
He gave his cock one last firm stroke, the tip gleaming right in front of my mouth, ready to spill.
I expected it on my face—but suddenly I felt Julien’s hands grab my ass and shove me forward.
Hard.
Greg’s cock filled my mouth.
All the way until the tip pressed against the back of my throat.
And Greg came, growling like a bear.
“Fuuuck…”
His thick shaft was stretching my mouth, making me gag hard with every pulse.
I’m not ready!
Shit… can’t breath...
At the moment I thought I couldn’t take Greg’s thick, hard tip pressing against the entrance of my throat any longer, he suddenly did the one thing that sent me straight over the edge.
« You fucker ! »
He shoved Julien’s head down, back into my hole, his tongue driving even deeper into me, tearing a muffled cry out of my mouth : my throat relaxing for just a split second. And like a chain reaction, Greg’s iron-hard tip popped into my throat, pulling a deep, guttural groan from him that echoed through my whole body.
I came instantly.
It was overwhelming : impossible to describe.
Caught between them: my ass completely at the swimmer’s mercy, turned into something to be devoured, kissed relentlessly… and my throat invaded by Greg’s massive cock, swelling even more before releasing a first surge of hot cum deep inside me.
I felt it clearly : my own balls tightening, spilling hard across the bed almost in sync with his, while his heavy load poured straight down my throat, filling me, choking me even more.
My nose was buried in the rugby player’s thick, musky bush, my sore throat stretched around him, my eyes streaming as more of his cum flooded inside me.
I could feel it : hot, thick, endless. Not sharp bursts like Julien’s, but a heavy, continuous flow, like a faucet that wouldn’t stop. Greg just kept feeding me, his body emptying into me in a slow, dense cascade.
And still unlike with Julien, I could actually taste it : strong, bitter, unmistakably his—as it filled me, his tip pushed so deep it went beyond what I could even properly sense.
If anyone had been close enough, they might’ve heard his balls slapping lightly against my chin as they tightened, the coarse hair brushing my skin with every movement.
Seconds passed.
I started to lose it—like the lack of air was going to make me black out.
Then suddenly my body jolted—pure instinct kicking in—and I coughed. Greg’s cock, softer now, slipped back into my mouth, some of his cum spilling out with it, giving me just enough space to breathe.
Well… breathe.
My throat still felt clogged with everything they’d filled me with. Air barely made it through.
Julien finally pulled away from me, probably feeling the way my body trembled after I’d come all over the bed.
“Holy fuck…” he muttered.
“Clean my cock, slut,” Greg said, already moving it slowly in my mouth again, making sure I took every last drop.
The bitter taste hit me fully now as the last of it leaked onto my tongue, thick and lingering.
“That’s it… good,” he went on. “You wasted some.”
He pointed down at the sheets—thick white streaks smeared across them.
“You know what to do.”
Still dazed, I gave his large tip one last slow suck, drawing out whatever was left, before turning to the new problem : his cum on my bed.
And his balls too.
And… even Julien’s feet !
Shit…
He wouldn’t be happy to know that some of Greg’s cum had landed on his feet.
(shit, I don’t even know how that could’ve happened)
Fuck… what am I becoming?
Thinking like that.
Acting like that.
I cleaned up his balls for a while, leaving them all wet with my saliva.
« Shit… Are you fucking done bro ? » Julien was getting impatient under me.
But he was trapped. Just like me.
We all were at the brute’s mercy right now.
“Good slut,” Greg muttered, patting my head.
“Damn, we made him come just from his ass,” Julien added with a breathless laugh, smacking mu butt one last time.
“Nah,” Greg shot back, exhaling. “That was my cock.”
“Bullshit. That was my mouth. I gave him everything.”
“Don’t miss anything. Don’t waste it,” Greg added casually, not answering to Julien anymore.
He didn’t even need to say it.
I was already on all fours on my bed, licking up the warm, thick traces he’d left behind.
« Got an idea. »
I could feel Greg’s gaze on my newly shaved legs.
He was studying me right now.
« Hmm ? » That was Julien, barely interested.
« Might change his name. Something more fitting. »
I’d become their slut.
For real.
« Stephanny. »
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