The next day I couldn’t stay away. I skipped class again and showed up at the same filthy park bathroom around four in the afternoon. My knees were already sore from yesterday, but my mouth was watering just thinking about it. I got into the same stall, dropped to the dirty tiles, and waited with my heart pounding.
After an hour and sucking a few guysI heard two male voices outside. One of them was unmistakably Sean’s.
“I told you the bitch sucks like a fucking vacuum,” Sean laughed. “Yesterday he swallowed every drop without even gagging much. Best mouth I’ve had in a long time.”
“Alright, let’s see if he’s as good as you say,” answered a deeper, rougher voice.
My cock twitched. Sean had brought someone.
The door opened. I heard the familiar sound of sneakers and then another heavier pair of boots. Sean spoke first from the other side of the wall.
“Brought my business partner today. He didn’t believe me when I told him there’s a faggot here who can take a cock all the way down and swallow like a good boy. Now he’s gonna see for himself.”
I heard belts and shorts being pulled down. A thick, heavy cock pushed through the glory hole first — not Sean’s. This one was fatter at the base, veiny, with a big flared head. The guy had a thick, full beard and a shaved head. His muscular arms were covered in tattoos, and I could see dark chest hair through the opening of his tank top when he stepped closer.
“Suck it, faggot,” the bearded guy growled. “Let’s see if you’re as hungry as Sean said.”
I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. He was thicker than Sean, stretching my lips painfully. I gagged hard when he pushed deeper, but I kept going, drooling all over his shaft.
From the other side I heard Sean chuckle.
“See? Told you he was a cock-hungry little bitch.”
The bearded guy grabbed the top of the wooden wall and started fucking my throat with short, hard thrusts. Every time he bottomed out I choked, spit running down my chin onto the filthy floor. He didn’t care.
“Fuck yeah… take it deeper, sissy. Your throat’s fucking tight.”
After a couple of minutes he pulled out, his cock shiny with my spit, and called to Sean.
“Your turn. Let’s see how he handles yours again.”
Sean’s familiar curved, veiny, uncut cock slid through the hole right away. I immediately wrapped my lips around it and started sucking like I was starving. Sean let out a low groan.
“Shit… this mouth is dangerous. He’s even better today.”
The bearded guy wasn’t quiet.
“Fuck his throat harder. Make him gag on it.”
Sean listened. He started hammering my mouth, using the glory hole like a fleshlight. I could hear the old wooden wall creaking. Spit flew everywhere. My eyes watered and I was coughing between thrusts, but I kept my mouth open exactly like they wanted.
They started switching.
The bearded guy would shove his thick cock back in and face-fuck me for a minute, then pull out so Sean could take over. Back and forth. One after the other. They were talking to each other like I wasn’t even there.
“Look at him drooling all over himself,” the bearded guy laughed. “He was born for this.”
“Yesterday he swallowed every drop,” Sean said proudly. “Didn’t spill a single bit. Let’s see if he can do it with both of us.”
They kept using me. Sometimes one would hold my head from his side of the wall while the other thrust. I could feel their hands gripping the wood above the hole. My jaw was aching, my throat was sore, and my face was a complete mess of spit and precum.
The bearded guy was the first to cum. He pushed all the way in and held there, growling like an animal.
“Fuck— take it, you little cumdump.”
His cock pulsed hard and he flooded my throat with thick, heavy ropes. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some still leaked out the sides of my mouth. He kept thrusting slowly while he finished, making sure I got every drop.
As soon as he pulled out, Sean shoved his cock back in.
“My turn. Open wide, faggot.”
He fucked my throat even rougher than before. I could hear him breathing hard on the other side. When he finally came, it was even bigger than yesterday — hot, thick loads shooting straight down my throat while he groaned and called me names.
“Swallow it all, you fucking pussy mouth… good boy.”
I swallowed every single drop again.
They both stayed quiet for a few seconds, just catching their breath.
“Jesus Christ,” the bearded guy finally said. “You were right. This guy is insane.”
“Told you,” Sean replied, sounding smug. “We’re coming back tomorrow. Maybe we’ll bring another one of the guys from the crew. See how much he can really take.”
I heard them pulling their shorts back up. Sean gave the wall a couple of hard slaps, almost like he was saying goodbye to my mouth.
“See you tomorrow, cocksucker.”
Then they walked out, laughing and talking like nothing had happened.
I stayed on my knees on the cold, dirty tiles, face covered in spit, throat sore and used, stomach full of cum from both my brother and his childhood friend. My own cock was throbbing untouched inside my pants.
I already knew I’d be back tomorrow.
And I already knew I’d let them use me however they wanted.
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