I wake up in the middle of the night to the sensation of being pulled closer. Marcus's massive arm wraps around my waist, dragging me against his chest. His body is furnace-hot, his pecs pressing against my back, his soft cock nestled against my ass. He's still asleep, breathing deep and slow, but his grip is possessive.
I settle into it, letting myself enjoy the warmth, the weight of his arm, the sheer size of him surrounding me.
An hour later, I wake again. This time it's Michael pulling me toward him, rolling me over so I'm facing him instead. His arms wrap around me, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, the other cradling the back of my head. He nuzzles into my neck, mumbling something incoherent in his sleep.
I can feel his morning wood pressing against my thigh—thick and hard and insistent.
They take turns like this throughout the night. Marcus pulling me back against him, spooning me, his breath hot on my neck. Then Michael rolling me over, holding me close, his leg hooking over mine. Back and forth, back and forth, like I'm a teddy bear they're fighting over in their sleep.
It's possessive. Intimate. And they have no idea they're doing it.
By the time morning light filters through the curtains, I'm tangled between them again, Marcus's arm draped over my chest, Michael's leg thrown over both of us. Their breathing is synchronized now, deep and peaceful.
I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling their warmth on either side of me.
Michael wakes first, stretching and yawning, his massive arms reaching above his head. The movement jostles Marcus, who groans and rolls over, blinking sleepily.
"Morning," Michael says, grinning at me. "That was the best sleep ever."
"Yeah," Marcus agrees, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Definitely," I say, stretching. "But first, I need a shower."
"Oh, we can all shower together!" Michael says enthusiastically, already climbing out of bed. "Come on!"
Marcus is right behind him, and before I know it, we're all heading to the bathroom, naked and completely comfortable with each other.
The shower is huge—one of those walk-in ones with a rainfall showerhead. Michael turns on the water, adjusting the temperature, and then we're all stepping inside.
The water cascades over us, hot and steamy, and I take a moment to just appreciate the view.
Michael and Marcus are fucking gorgeous. Water runs down their abs, highlighting every ridge of muscle. Their pecs glisten, firm and thick, the gold crosses hanging between them catching the light. Their shoulders are broad, their arms massive, their thighs like tree trunks.
And their cocks—even soft, they're impressive. Thick and heavy, hanging between their legs.
"Pass the soap," Marcus says, and Michael tosses it to him.
They start washing themselves, laughing and joking, completely at ease. Michael snaps a towel at Marcus, who retaliates by splashing water at him. They're like overgrown puppies, playful and carefree.
"You guys are ridiculous," I say, laughing.
"You love it," Michael says, grinning at me.
He's not wrong.
I grab the soap and start washing myself, and Michael immediately offers to help.
"Here, let me get your back," he says, stepping closer.
His hands are warm and firm, rubbing the soap over my shoulders, down my spine. He's thorough, his fingers digging into the muscles, almost like a massage.
"Your turn," I say, turning to face him.
I soap up my hands and start washing his chest, my fingers sliding over his pecs, squeezing the thick muscle. He flexes for me, grinning like an idiot, and I can't help but laugh.
"Show-off," I say.
Marcus joins in, flexing his arms, his biceps bulging. "Check these out."
"Very impressive," I say, rolling my eyes but secretly loving every second of it.
We finish washing, the water rinsing away the soap, and then we're stepping out, grabbing towels, drying off. They're still laughing, still joking, completely oblivious to how intimate this all is.
Downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs fills the air. Carol is in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooks, and she lights up when she sees us.
"Good morning, boys!" she says cheerfully. "I made breakfast for all of you."
"Thanks mom," Michael says, giving her a quick hug.
We sit down at the table, and Carol starts serving us—heaping plates of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast, and fresh fruit.
"I'm so excited to have both of your friends from home here for the weekend," she says, beaming.
I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth. "Both?"
Michael grins. "Oh yeah! Lukas is coming home from summer camp today. You'll love him, Jordan. He's awesome."
Lukas.
A third one from their hometown crew.
I try to keep my expression neutral, but inside, I'm already smirking.
"He's 18. He’s been at this leadership camp all summer."
"Leadership camp," I repeat, filing that information away.
"Yeah, he's really into it," Michael says. "Always talking about team-building exercises and bonding and stuff."
Bonding.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
"Sounds interesting," I say, taking a bite of bacon. "I'd love to meet him."
"You will!" Carol says. "He should be here soon."
I finish my breakfast, chatting, playing the role of the polite, friendly neighbour. But inside, my mind is already working.
A third guy from their lifelong circle.
Another naive, muscular jock to manipulate.
After breakfast, I tell them I should head home. Michael and Marcus walk me to the door, both of them still shirtless, their gold crosses glinting in the sunlight.
"Thanks for staying over," Michael says, pulling me into a hug. "That was so much fun."
"Yeah," Marcus agrees, ruffling my hair. "We'll see you later, right?"
"Definitely," I say, grinning.
I step outside, and that's when I see the car pulling into the driveway.
It's Michael's dad, and as the car comes to a stop, the passenger door opens.
And out steps Lukas.
Holy. Fuck.
He's stunning.
His face is prettier than Michael's and Marcus's—sharper cheekbones, fuller lips, eyes that are a brighter shade of blue. His hair is the same dirty blond, but it's styled better, swept back in a way that makes him look effortlessly hot.
And his body.
Jesus Christ, his body.
He's wearing a tight tank top that shows off his ripped arms and shoulders, and shorts that hug his thighs. His waist is narrow, his abs visible even through the fabric, and when he turns to grab his bag from the backseat, I see it.
His ass.
A perfect, round, jock bubble butt that rivals mine. Maybe even better than mine.
It's high and firm, the kind of ass that makes you want to grab it, squeeze it, worship it.
I'm staring. I know I'm staring. But I can't help it.
"Lukas!" Michael shouts, running over to him.
Marcus follows, and they both pull their lifelong buddy into a hug, laughing and clapping him on the back.
"Missed you, man," Marcus says.
"Missed you guys too," Lukas says, and his voice is deeper than I expected. Smooth and confident.
They pull apart, and that's when Lukas's eyes land on me.
For a moment, we just stare at each other.
And I can tell immediately—there's something different about him.
"Lukas, this is Jordan," Michael says, gesturing to me. "He's my new neighbour. He's been helping us with our progress and bonding."
Lukas raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Progress and bonding, huh?"
"Yeah!" Marcus says enthusiastically. "He's been teaching us all these great techniques. It's been amazing."
"I bet," Lukas says, his eyes still locked on mine.
I force myself to smile—the same dumb, innocent smile I've been giving Michael and Marcus.
"It's nice to meet you," I say.
"Likewise," Lukas says, and there's something in his tone that makes my pulse quicken.
He steps closer, extending his hand. I take it, and his grip is firm, confident.
"Jordan, right?" he says.
"Yeah."
"Cool." He releases my hand, but his eyes don't leave mine. "You should come hang out with us tonight. We'll have the house to ourselves."
My heart skips a beat.
"That sounds fun," I say, keeping my voice casual.
"Great," Lukas says, grinning. "See you tonight, then."
He turns and heads inside with Michael and Marcus, and I stand there for a moment, watching them go.
I spend the rest of the day at home, but my mind is elsewhere.
I keep thinking about Lukas. About the way he looked at me. About that smirk.
When I see the Michael's parents pull out of the driveway in the early evening, I know it's time.
I head to my room and pull on my favorite jockstrap—the one that makes my ass look absolutely perfect. The straps frame my bubble butt, lifting it, making it look even rounder and firmer than usual.
I slip on a pair of shorts over it, tight enough that the outline of the jockstrap is visible if you look closely.
I check myself in the mirror one last time, running a hand through my hair, and then I head over to the Richardson house.
I knock on the door, and Michael answers almost immediately.
"Jordan!" he says, grinning. "Come in!"
I step inside, and my breath catches.
All three of them are in the living room, and they're all shirtless.
Michael, Marcus, and Lukas.
Three massive, ripped, gorgeous jocks, all wearing nothing but shorts.
And all three of them are wearing the same gold cross necklace, hanging between their pecs.
It's like a fucking dream.
Michael's body is familiar to me now—his thick pecs, his defined abs, his broad shoulders. Marcus is even bigger, his muscles more pronounced, his presence more commanding.
But Lukas.
Lukas is something else.
His body is just as ripped as the others', but there's something more refined about it. His waist is narrower, his abs more defined, his skin smoother. And that ass—even in shorts, I can see the curve of it, the way it sits high and firm.
"Hey," Lukas says, looking up at me. "Glad you could make it."
"Wouldn't miss it," I say, stepping further into the room.
They're all sitting on the couch, relaxed and comfortable, and I take a seat in the armchair across from them.
"So," Lukas says, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head. "Michael and Marcus have been telling me all about you."
"Oh yeah?" I say, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Lukas says, grinning. "They said you've been helping them with their progress. Teaching them all these bonding techniques."
"That's right," I say, keeping my tone casual.
"Interesting," Lukas says, and there's that smirk again. "Because I learned some bonding techniques at camp this summer too."
Michael and Marcus perk up immediately.
"Really?" Michael says. "What kind of techniques?"
"Special ones," Lukas says, his eyes flicking to me for just a moment. "We did them in the cabin at night. With my friends. It was all about building trust and connection."
"That sounds cool," Marcus says. "What did you do?"
Lukas leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "It's hard to explain. It's easier to show you."
Michael and Marcus exchange a glance, and then they both nod eagerly.
"Yeah, show us!" Michael says.
Lukas looks at me, and for a moment, we just stare at each other.
And then he grins.
"Jordan," he says. "Want to help me demonstrate?"
I grin back.
Lukas stands up, and I follow suit.
"Okay," Lukas says, gesturing to the couch. "Michael, Marcus, sit side by side."
They obey immediately, sitting next to each other on the big couch, their massive bodies taking up most of the space.
"Good," Lukas says. "Now, what Jordan and I are about to show you is the next step in buddies helping each other out. It's about becoming the best men you can be."
Michael and Marcus nod, their expressions serious and eager.
"This is advanced stuff," I add, stepping closer. "But you guys are ready for it."
"We are?" Michael says, his eyes lighting up.
"Definitely," I say.
Lukas reaches down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.
"First," he says, "you have to be comfortable with your body. No shame, no embarrassment. Just confidence."
And then he pulls his shorts down.
Underneath, he's wearing a jockstrap.
A tight, black jockstrap that frames his ass perfectly, the straps cutting across his cheeks, lifting them, making them look absolutely incredible.
"Whoa," Michael says. "I thought jockstraps were just for sports?"
"They're comfortable... and they're great for learning body confidence," Lukas says, turning slightly so they can see his ass.
I grin and pull my own shorts down, revealing my jockstrap.
"Exactly," I say. "No shame."
Lukas and I are standing there in nothing but our jockstraps, our bubble butts on full display, and Michael and Marcus are staring like they've never seen anything like it.
"Now," Lukas says, stepping closer to Marcus. "The next part is about physical connection."
He straddles Marcus's lap, settling down so his ass is sitting right on Marcus's bulge.
I do the same with Michael, straddling his lap, my ass pressing against the growing hardness in his shorts.
"This is about trust," Lukas says, his hands resting on Marcus's shoulders. "About being close to your buddy."
"Yeah," I say, grinding slightly against Michael's lap. "It's about connection."
Michael's hands immediately go to my hips, gripping me, and I can feel his cock hardening beneath me.
"This feels... good," Michael says, his voice a little breathless.
"It's supposed to," I say, grinding again.
Lukas is doing the same on Marcus's lap, his hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
"At camp," Lukas says, "we learned that women love to kiss. And most guys have no idea how to kiss well, especially when they're being abstinent."
Michael frowns. "But... boys shouldn't kiss. That's gay."
Lukas laughs, a genuine, carefree sound. "Of course it is. But between buddies? It's just practice. It's not gay if you're just learning."
"Really?" Marcus says, his hands gripping Lukas's hips.
"Really," Lukas says. "Do you want to embarrass yourself when you kiss your girlfriend? Or do you want to be good at it?"
Marcus hesitates, and then he says, "I want to be good at it."
"Then prove it," Lukas says, leaning closer. "Show me you're a good kisser."
Marcus stares at him for a moment, and then he leans in.
Their lips meet, soft at first, tentative.
And then Lukas deepens the kiss, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Marcus's head, his tongue slipping into Marcus's mouth.
Marcus groans, his hands tightening on Lukas's hips, and he kisses back, hard and desperate.
I watch, mesmerized, as they make out.
Lukas is in control, guiding the kiss, his tongue working against Marcus's, his body grinding down on Marcus's lap. Marcus is completely lost in it, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his hands gripping Lukas like he's afraid to let go.
The gold cross around Marcus's neck is pressed between their chests, trapped between the muscle.
"Wow," Michael breathes beside me. "That's... that's cool!"
"Yeah," I say, turning to look at him. "You want to try?"
Michael nods, his eyes wide and eager.
"Then kiss me," I say.
He leans in, and our lips meet.
It's soft at first, hesitant, just like Marcus and Lukas. But I deepen it, my tongue sliding into his mouth, and Michael moans, his hands gripping my hips harder.
I kiss him slow and deep, my hands sliding up to his chest, gripping his pecs, squeezing the thick muscle.
He tastes like toothpaste and something sweet, and his lips are soft and warm.
I grind down on his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath me, and he groans into my mouth.
"You're a good kisser," I murmur against his lips.
"Really?" he says, breathless.
"Really," I say, kissing him again.
This time, it's hotter. Sloppier. More intense.
His tongue works against mine, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. I can feel his cock throbbing beneath me, hard and insistent, and I grind down harder, making him moan.
I play with his pecs while we kiss, squeezing them, pinching his nipples, feeling the muscle flex beneath my fingers.
"Fuck," he gasps, pulling back slightly. "This is... this is amazing."
"It's just practice," I say, grinning.
When I glance over, Lukas and Marcus are still making out, their kiss deep and passionate, their bodies pressed together.
Finally, we all pull back, panting and moaning.
Michael and Marcus look like dumb puppies, their eyes wide and excited, their faces flushed.
"That was so cool," Michael says. "I feel like I'm getting so good at kissing."
"You are," I say, stroking his chest.
Lukas grins at me, and there's a knowing look in his eyes.
"So," he says, turning to Marcus and Michael. "Jordan's been teaching you about bonding, right?"
"Yeah!" Michael says enthusiastically. "It's been amazing. He's so good at it."
"I want to see," Lukas says, his eyes flicking to me.
"I want to keep practicing kissing," Michael says, looking at me. "It's not gay between buddies, right? And you're my best buddy, Jordan."
"Right," I say, grinning. "Not gay at all."
I lean in and kiss him again, slow and deep, and while we're kissing, I reach down and pull his cock out of his shorts.
It's already rock hard, thick and heavy in my hand.
I stroke it a few times, feeling the weight of it, the heat radiating from the shaft. Michael moans into my mouth, his hips bucking slightly, pushing his cock into my grip.
Then I lift my hips, position his cock at my entrance, and slowly sink down onto it.
The stretch is immediate and intense. Michael's cock is so fucking thick—thicker than I remembered—and as I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, I feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his heartbeat through that massive shaft.
"Oh fuck," Michael breathes, his hands flying to my hips, gripping hard. "That's—that's so tight—"
"You're being such a good friend," I gasp, my voice strained as I take more of him. "Massaging my inner glutes. Helping me out."
"I am?" Michael says, his voice breaking with pleasure.
"Yeah," I say, finally bottoming out, feeling him buried completely inside me. "You're such a good buddy."
He believes it. Completely.
I take a moment to adjust, to breathe, to feel the fullness of him stretching me open. His cock is so deep, pressing against places that make my vision blur.
Michael is sitting back on the couch, his massive body on full display. His pecs are huge—thick slabs of muscle that glisten with sweat under the living room lights. They rise and fall with his heavy breathing, the gold cross swinging between them, catching the light with every movement. His abs are carved and defined, flexing with each breath, and his arms are braced on either side of him, biceps bulging as he grips the couch cushions.
He looks like a fucking god.
And he has no idea what we're actually doing.
I start to ride him, slow at first, lifting my hips and sinking back down. The drag of his cock inside me is incredible—so thick, so hot, stretching me with every movement.
"Fuck, Michael," I gasp, my hands sliding up to his chest. "You're so good at this."
"Really?" he says, his eyes lighting up with that dumb, eager excitement.
"Really," I say, riding him harder.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lukas slide off Marcus's lap.
I grip his pecs, squeezing the thick muscle, feeling it flex beneath my fingers. They're so firm, so massive, and I can't help but play with them—pinching his nipples, dragging my nails across his skin, watching the way his body reacts.
Michael moans, his head falling back against the couch, his mouth open. "Oh fuck—that feels so good—"
"You like that?" I gasp, bouncing faster now.
"Yeah—yeah, I do—"
My ass is bouncing on his lap now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each time I drop down onto his cock, I feel the impact—the way his thickness fills me completely, the way his hips buck up to meet me, driving him even deeper.
The motion makes my ass shake, the muscle rippling with every bounce, and I know Lukas and Marcus are watching. I can feel their eyes on me, on the way my body moves, on the way Michael's cock disappears inside me over and over again.
"Fuck—" Michael gasps, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass, gripping hard. "You're so—so tight—"
"That's because you're so thick," I moan, riding him harder, faster. "So fucking thick, Michael—stretching me so good—"
His cock is pulsing inside me, throbbing with every heartbeat, and I can feel the heat of him, the way he's claiming me, filling me completely.
I lean forward, pressing my chest against his, and his pecs are slick with sweat, hot and firm against my skin. The gold cross is trapped between us, the metal cool against my chest, and I grind down on him, rolling my hips, making him moan.
"Oh fuck—Jordan—" he gasps, his hands gripping my ass harder, spreading my cheeks, pulling me down onto him.
"You're doing so good," I breathe, kissing his neck, his jaw, his lips. "Such a good buddy—helping me out—"
"I want to help," Michael pants, his voice desperate. "I want to be a good friend—"
"You are," I gasp, bouncing harder now, my ass slamming down onto his lap. "You're the best—"
The couch is creaking beneath us, the sound mixing with our moans, with the wet slap of my ass bouncing on his cock. Michael's pecs are flexing with every thrust, the muscle rippling, and I can't stop touching them—squeezing, gripping, feeling the power in his body.
His face is flushed, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open as he moans. Sweat is dripping down his temples, down his neck, pooling in the hollow of his throat. He looks completely lost in the sensation, completely overwhelmed.
"Fuck—fuck—" he gasps, his hips bucking up harder now, meeting my bounces, driving his cock even deeper.
I'm riding him so hard now that my ass is clapping against his thighs, the sound echoing through the room. Each bounce sends shockwaves through my body, makes my cock leak pre-cum all over his abs, makes me moan like a slut.
"You feel so good inside me," I gasp, my hands sliding up to his shoulders, gripping hard. "So thick—so deep—"
"Yeah?" Michael pants, his eyes opening to look at me.
"Yeah," I moan, grinding down on him. "You're filling me up so good—"
His cock twitches inside me, and I know he's getting close. I can feel it in the way he's thrusting, in the way his hands are gripping my ass, in the way his breathing is getting faster, more desperate.
"Jordan—" he gasps. "I—I feel—"
"Keep going," I moan, bouncing harder. "Don't stop—"
Lukas stands up, and I see it—his cock.
It's just as big as Michael's and Marcus's. Thick and long and perfect, jutting out from his body, the head flushed and leaking.
He pulls it out of his jockstrap completely, stroking it slowly, his eyes locked on me. Then I see him lean over and whisper something in Marcus's ear.
Marcus's eyes widen, and he nods eagerly.
"Fuck," I breathe, watching them.
Michael and I are fucking harder now, my ass bouncing on his lap, his cock driving deep inside me with every thrust. He's moaning, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know there will be bruises, his head thrown back against the couch.
The gold cross is swinging wildly between his pecs, glinting in the light, and I can't stop staring at it—at the symbol of his innocence, his faith, while I ride his cock like a whore.
And then I feel it.
Marcus behind me.
His hands land on my shoulders, warm and firm, and his body presses against my back. I can feel his massive chest, his pecs sliding against my shoulder blades, hot and slick with sweat.
"Lukas says," Marcus breathes, his voice low and eager, right in my ear, "that the best way to bond as buddies is for me to push my cock inside you at the same time as Michael."
My heart skips a beat.
"Yeah," I breathe, my voice shaking. "Yeah, that's—that's right."
Marcus nods, and I feel his cock—thick and hard and hot—rubbing against my stretched hole, pressing against where Michael's cock is already buried deep inside me.
"Do it," I gasp. "Push inside."
He does.
Slowly, carefully, his cock pushes into me alongside Michael's.
The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. I gasp, my whole body tensing, my hands gripping Michael's shoulders so hard my knuckles turn white.
"Oh fuck—" I moan, my head falling back against Marcus's shoulder. "Oh fuck—oh fuck—"
It's too much. Two massive cocks, both of them thick and long, both of them pushing into me, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched before.
"Is this good?" Marcus asks, his voice strained, his breath hot against my neck.
"So good," I gasp, barely able to form words. "So fucking good—"
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, and I feel both of them inside me now—two massive cocks, filling me completely, stretching me to my limit.
The sensation is indescribable. I can feel every inch of them—the way Michael's cock is pressed against one side of me, the way Marcus's cock is pressed against the other, the way they're sliding against each other inside me, the friction, the heat, the fullness.
I'm gooning. Completely lost in the sensation. I can't manipulate them anymore. I can't think.
"Oh god—" I moan, my voice breaking. "Oh god—you're both so deep—"
"You're doing so good," Lukas says, his voice cutting through the haze. He's standing beside us now, stroking his cock slowly, his eyes dark and hungry as he watches. "Both of you. Look at how stretched Jordan is. Look at how good you're making him feel."
"We are?" Michael says, his voice breathless, his eyes wide as he looks up at me.
"Yeah," Lukas says, stepping closer. "You're helping him so much. Keep going."
Marcus starts to move, pulling back slightly and then pushing in again, slow and deep. The drag of his cock inside me, sliding against Michael's, makes me cry out.
"Fuck—" I gasp, my whole body trembling.
Michael matches his rhythm, thrusting up into me as Marcus pushes in from behind. They're moving in sync now, both of them fucking me, both of them stretching me, both of them claiming me.
The fullness is overwhelming. Every thrust sends shockwaves through my body, makes my vision blur, makes me moan and gasp and whimper.
"Fuck—fuck—fuck—" I gasp, my hands gripping Michael's pecs, squeezing hard, feeling the muscle flex beneath my fingers.
Their cocks are sliding against each other inside me, the friction incredible, the heat unbearable.
"Marcus," Lukas says, his voice commanding. "You should practice kissing with Michael."
Marcus obeys immediately, leaning forward, and I feel his chest press against my back—his massive pecs sliding against my shoulder blades, hot and slick with sweat.
He leans over my shoulder, and Michael looks up at him, his eyes wide and eager.
Their lips meet.
And they kiss.
Hot and deep and desperate.
I watch, mesmerized, as Marcus and Michael make out over my shoulder, their tongues working together, sliding and tangling, their moans mixing with mine.
The gold crosses around their necks are swinging wildly now, clinking together, the sound mixing with the wet slap of their cocks thrusting into me.
Marcus's chest is pressed against my back, his pecs grinding against me with every thrust, and I can feel Michael's pecs flexing beneath my hands, firm and thick and perfect.
"Fuck," I moan, watching them kiss. "Fuck, you're both so good—"
They're fucking me harder now, both of them thrusting in sync, their cocks driving deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, claiming me.
I grip Michael's pecs harder, squeezing, feeling the muscle flex and ripple beneath my fingers. His nipples are hard, and I pinch them, making him moan into Marcus's mouth.
Marcus pulls back from the kiss, gasping for air, his eyes locked on Michael's. "This is—this is so intense—"
"Yeah," Michael pants, his hips bucking up harder. "I can feel you—I can feel your cock—"
"That's the bonding," Lukas says, his voice smooth and confident. "That's what makes it so effective. You're connected now. Truly connected."
They believe him. Completely.
Marcus leans in and kisses Michael again, deeper this time, more desperate, and I watch as their tongues slide together, as their moans mix, as their bodies move in perfect sync.
"Oh fuck—" I moan, my voice breaking. "Oh fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Let it happen," Lukas says, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to stroke my cock. "Let them help you."
His hand wraps around my shaft, stroking in time with their thrusts, and I cry out, my whole body trembling.
"Fuck—fuck—" I gasp, my hands gripping Michael's pecs so hard I know I'm leaving marks.
They're fucking me harder now, both of them slamming into me, their cocks driving so deep I can barely breathe.
Marcus's chest is grinding against my back, his pecs sliding against my shoulder blades with every thrust. Michael's pecs are flexing beneath my hands, firm and thick and perfect.
"I'm—" Michael gasps, pulling back from the kiss, his eyes wide. "I'm gonna cum—"
"Do it," I gasp, my voice desperate. "Cum for me—"
He does.
His cock pulses inside me, and I feel his cum flooding me, hot and thick, filling me up. The sensation is incredible—the heat, the wetness, the way his cock is throbbing inside me.
"Oh fuck—" Marcus groans, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. "Michael's cum is making it easier to massage inside you—it's so slippery—"
He slams harder, faster, his cock driving deep, and I can feel Michael's cum coating both their cocks, making the slide easier, wetter, more intense.
"Fuck—" I moan, my whole body trembling. "Fuck—I'm cumming—"
Lukas strokes me faster, and I explode, my cock pulsing, shooting cum all over Michael's chest and abs, coating his pecs, his gold cross, his skin.
My hole clenches hard around both their cocks, squeezing them, milking them, and Marcus groans, his thrusts becoming desperate.
"Fuck—fuck—I'm cumming—" he gasps, slamming into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go.
I feel his cum flooding me too, mixing with Michael's, filling me up completely. The heat is overwhelming, the fullness incredible, and I can't stop moaning.
We collapse together, all three of us panting, sweaty, trembling.
Marcus's chest is pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me, his breath hot against my neck. Michael's hands are still on my hips, gripping me, holding me close. Their cocks are still inside me, softening slowly, and I can feel their cum leaking out, dripping down my thighs.
Marcus and Michael are laughing, their voices light and carefree, completely oblivious.
"That was awesome," Michael says, grinning up at me. "We're getting so good at bonding."
"Yeah," Marcus agrees, nuzzling into my neck. "We should do this all the time."
They have no idea.
They genuinely think they just practiced kissing and gave me a massage.
I glance over at Lukas, and he's grinning, his cock still hard in his hand, his eyes dark and hungry.
He steps closer, leaning down, and kisses me.
It's hot and deep and possessive, his tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me, and when he pulls back, he whispers, "Now it's my turn for bonding."
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