All characters are 18+. All acts are consensual.
I was on my knees.
Two cocks. One in each hand.
Daniel in front. Wes behind.
Daniel smirked down at me, lazy and proud. Wes grinned like he’d just unwrapped his birthday present early.
My mouth was wet. My brain was gone. My dick was leaking through my sweats, untouched.
“Fuck,” Wes groaned. “He looks good like this.”
Daniel stroked my hair. “Told you.”
I leaned in, took Daniel into my mouth first. He was thick, smooth, heavy on my tongue. He made me work for it. I swirled my tongue around the tip, dragged it down the underside, hollowed my cheeks like I knew he liked.
His hand tangled in my hair. “That’s it, baby.”
Then I pulled off. Turned to Wes. His cock was harder, longer. Not as wide, but god, he throbbed. I licked the head first, slow and teasing, tasted precum already there. Then slid down, deeper, until he hit the back of my throat.
“Shit,” Wes hissed. “He’s even better than you said.”
I pulled back again. Switched. Took Daniel in deeper. My lips shiny. My throat raw. My hands pumping them both while my tongue chased after one, then the other.
Wes grabbed the back of my neck, hips twitching. “He’s a fucking toy.”
Daniel laughed, but it was breathless. “Told you he’d be like this. Just needed a little push.”
They both tasted different. Daniel was saltier, familiar now. Wes was sharper, more intense. And both of them moaned when I sucked harder, when I looked up with spit dripping off my chin.
Daniel wiped it with his thumb. “Good boy.”
That did something to me. My knees pressed tighter together. I was aching. Needy. And still not allowed to touch myself.
I moaned around Wes’s cock, eyes fluttering.
“You okay?” Daniel asked.
I nodded.
“Use your words, baby.”
“I’m okay,” I gasped. “More than okay.”
He smiled. “Then keep going.”
And I did. I let Wes fuck my throat for a few seconds while I jerked Daniel, switching the rhythm, teasing them both.
My jaw ached. My throat burned. My knees were raw from the carpet. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Daniel’s hand slipped under my chin, guiding me again. Wes’s fingers dug into my shoulder.
“Look at you,” Daniel said. “On your knees for us.”
“Hard without even touching yourself,” Wes added. “You like this way too much.”
I did. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore.
Wes pulled back. “I want the other end.”
Daniel raised a brow. “You good with that?”
I nodded.
“Say it,” Daniel warned.
“I want it,” I whispered. “Both of you.”
Daniel stood, walked around me. Wes moved behind.
They didn’t rush it. There was this stillness for a second, like they both just wanted to look at me. On my knees. Sweats soaked. Mouth swollen.
Then Wes’s hand slid into the back of my waistband again. Tugged my sweats down and off. The cool air hit my skin and I shivered.
His hands roamed—palming, squeezing, spreading me open. I gasped.
Daniel knelt in front of me, cupped my jaw, kissed me. Slow and deep. One hand in my hair, the other resting on my chest. I melted into it.
Then Wes’s fingers—wet, slick—slipped lower. Between. He took his time. One, then two. Twisting them just right. I rocked back against them, moaning into Daniel’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Wes breathed. “He’s ready.”
Daniel grinned. “Told you. He’s been ready.”
They traded spots again. Now Wes was in front of me, cock slick, needy. Daniel behind, hands firm on my hips.
I looked up at Wes.
He was flushed. His abs flexing. His cock twitching in front of my face.
“You gonna open up again?” he asked.
I nodded.
But before I could—
Daniel leaned in close. Pressed his chest to my back. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered:
“You wanna get spitroasted?”
My whole body lit up. Nerves and fire and want.
Wes groaned. “Let’s do the Eiffel Tower.”
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