“Holy fucking shit,” I breathed, my thumbs still tucked in Cade Wolf’s waistband, right where the grey joggers had started to give. But it wasn’t even the full reveal that had me saying that, it was everything leading up to it. The anticipation. The way his thighs flexed under my fingers, wide and dense and warm against my cheek. His cock was clearly massive, a thick, heavy outline that pulsed against the fabric, like it had a heartbeat of its own. The smell of his body hit me next, clean but musky, like cedar and salt, maybe a hint of sweat from the walk over. The scent was fucking primal. It made my brain go stupid.
Brad stood a few feet away, camera in hand, mouth slightly open. “Wait...wait, don’t pull them down yet,” he said, grinning. “I want to catch your face when you actually see it.”
I paused, frozen between Cade’s legs, the waistband stretched just low enough that I could see a sliver of hair trailing down from his belly button. I looked up at Cade and he was watching me with this lazy, amused smile, like he knew exactly how this was going to go. He shifted his hips just a little and that bulge twitched right in front of my face.
Cade reached down and pulled his joggers back up slightly, chuckling. “You teasing the boy now?” he asked Brad, deep voice like gravel soaked in honey. Then he looked down at me. “Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get it.”
Brad came closer, leaned in just enough to catch a close-up of Cade’s cock straining against the fabric. “Dude. Is that fucking real?” he asked, half-laughing. “Like, porn guys actually carry that thing around all day?”
Cade smirked. “I mean, yeah. It’s not detachable.”
Brad whistled low. “Jesus. And here I was thinking I was hung.”
“You’re fine, baby,” Cade said, reaching out to squeeze Brad’s thigh. “But Cody here’s got that look in his eyes. Like he’s about to worship.”
I didn’t say anything. I was too busy staring at his bulge. Too busy breathing him in. I leaned in slightly and Cade let his legs fall open a bit more. I was close enough to feel the heat off his cock, the scent of it thick in the air now. I didn’t even realize I was tilting my face closer until my nose was brushing against the curve of his bulge.
Brad snorted. “Are you seriously smelling his cock right now?”
“I can’t help it,” I muttered. “He smells like a fucking daddy.”
Both of them burst out laughing. Cade’s hand slid over the back of my head, not pushing, just holding, stroking gently behind my ear like I was already his.
“You’re a filthy little thing, huh?” Cade said.
I nodded, still not moving, still hovering right there. “You don’t even know.”
The camera clicked on. Brad adjusted the focus. “Alright. Let’s make this one for the books.”
I looked up at Cade again, wide-eyed. “Are we actually doing this?”
Cade raised an eyebrow. “You think I came all the way over here for the fruit plate?”
He reached for his waistband again, and this time, he pushed the joggers down slowly. No underwear. Just skin, muscle, hair. The slope of his V-line. Then the base of his cock came into view, thick, heavy, resting against his thigh. He shifted slightly and the whole thing flopped forward, long and veiny and unbelievably hard.
My breath caught. "Fucking hell.”
It curved slightly to the left, the kind of curve that made you think about how it would feel deep inside you. The head was flushed, already leaking a drop of precum that glistened in the soft suite lighting. His balls hung heavy underneath, low and full, like he’d been edging himself just for this moment.
Brad panned the camera up to my face. “Say something for the fans, babe.”
I looked straight into the lens. “This is the best day of my fucking life.”
Cade laughed, cock bouncing slightly with the motion. “You gonna taste it or just stare all night?”
“I’m gonna need a second,” I said, voice a little hoarse.
I pressed my face into his thigh first, kissing it softly, reverently. Then I let my tongue trace a slow line up toward his hip, tasting salt and heat and Cade. He groaned low in his chest, one hand still on my head, guiding but not controlling. Just letting me go at my own pace.
Brad moved to the side of the bed, capturing the angle from above. “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Kiss it like it’s the last cock on Earth.”
I did.
I licked up the shaft slowly, deliberately, tongue flat against the vein that ran along the underside. Cade hissed through his teeth, legs spreading wider. I took my time, mouthing along the base, kissing the soft skin there, then nuzzling his balls. He groaned louder, a hand now gently gripping my hair.
“You’re even better than I imagined,” he murmured.
I looked up at him, tongue still flicking lightly against his shaft. “You imagined this?”
Cade grinned. “Of course I did. You think I haven’t watched your little videos? You and Brad all tangled up, sweaty, moaning like porn’s never been invented before?”
Brad laughed. “He’s a fan.”
“Big fan,” Cade confirmed, stroking his own cock now, slow and lazy. “And now I get to be the one making you moan.”
He tapped my cheek with the head of his cock. “Open.”
I did.
He slid in slow, the taste of him thick on my tongue, heavy and salty and a little intoxicating. I groaned as the weight of it filled my mouth. My jaw stretched wide. Cade kept one hand on my head, guiding, holding, but never forcing. He just let me suck. Let me explore.
I pulled back after a few seconds, breath shaky. “You taste fucking amazing.”
“You’re gonna say that again when I’m buried inside you,” he said, voice low and rough.
Brad came closer again, setting the camera down and joining us on the bed. “Can I help?”
“Fuck yes,” Cade said.
Brad climbed up beside me, kissing me hard, tasting Cade’s cock on my tongue. He pulled away and smiled. “This is your dream, huh?”
I nodded. “It’s unreal.”
“Let’s make it even better.”
Brad leaned in and took Cade’s cock into his mouth next, going deep fast, like he was showing off. Cade groaned, hips twitching slightly. I watched, mesmerized, hand drifting down to stroke myself through my briefs.
“Switch,” Brad said, pulling off with a pop. I took over, sloppier now, wetter. My spit was all over his shaft, my lips swollen. Cade started breathing harder.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just like that. Fuck, you two are dangerous.”
Brad kissed the side of my face. “We aim to please.”
I looked up at Cade. “I want to ride him.”
Cade smiled wide. “You ready for that?”
I nodded. “I’ve been ready since I was nineteen.”
He laughed and leaned back, arms behind his head. “Then climb on, pretty boy.”
I stood to strip, peeling off my underwear slowly, my cock leaking already. Brad kissed my lower back as I got on the bed again, straddling Cade’s lap. His cock was throbbing against my hole, and I rubbed against it a little, teasing.
Brad positioned the camera again. “Yeah, this is gonna break the internet.”
I took a deep breath and sank down slowly.
“Holy fuck,” Cade growled, his head falling back.
His cock felt huge. Unrelenting. Not just long, but wide, filling me up so completely I could barely move at first. Every pulse of it throbbed through my whole body. It was too much and exactly what I wanted. I moaned into the back of my hand, already shaking.
“You okay, boy?” Cade asked, voice low, rough, almost mocking in how tender it was.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Is your dick too big for my hole? Maybe. But I’m loving every fucking inch of it.”
Cade chuckled, eyes hungry, hands sliding up to my waist. “You’re taking it so well. Look at you. Open for me like a good fucking slut.”
I shivered at the word. Nodded. “Yeah. Fuck.”
Brad was standing on the bed now, trying to balance on the soft, wobbly mattress with his phone in one hand, filming from a second angle while the camera on the tripod captured everything else. His cock was hard in his other hand, already slick, stroking slowly as he stepped closer. He grinned down at me, lining himself up in front of my face while I was still riding Cade deep, my knees wide on either side of Cade’s hips. Brad’s cock tapped against my cheek once, then again, playful and filthy.
“Don’t fall,” I warned, breathless. “You’re gonna take the whole bed down.”
Brad laughed, wobbling a little. “If we go down, we go down filming history.”
“Don’t stop filming,” I panted.
“I’m not, But I might have to jump in on the action.”
“Do it,” I said, grinding my hips down slowly. Cade groaned beneath me.
“Ride it,” Cade said, both hands gripping my waist tighter now. “Bounce for Daddy.”
I obeyed. Started moving my ass. Slow at first, adjusting to the stretch. Every lift and drop sent shockwaves through me. Cade’s cock hit every nerve ending, curved just right, thick enough that I could feel it with every breath.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fu...uhhh.”
“That's it,” Cade said, voice tight. “Take it all. You’re doing so good for me, boy.”
Brad laughed from behind the camera. “You should see your face right now.”
“I can’t even think,” I gasped. “It’s like my brain turned off.”
“That’s what Daddy dick does,” Cade said.
I laughed, but it broke into a moan. My hands planted on his chest for balance, fingers curling into the hair there. I moved faster now, bouncing harder, our bodies slapping together, the sound echoed in the quiet hotel suite.
Cade grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed. “You’re so fucking tight. Gonna ruin you.”
“Already fucking ruined,” I groaned. “Keep going.”
The bed started creaking beneath us, rhythmically now, like it was struggling to keep up. I barely noticed. I was too focused on the way Cade’s cock dragged over my prostate, the way my thighs burned, the sound of my own voice coming out in desperate, filthy moans.
Brad moved closer beside me. “Here,” he said, kneeling tall. “You’ve got a mouth too, remember?”
I turned toward him, eyes glassy. He was hard as fuck, his cock flushed and leaking, bobbing in front of my face. I opened my mouth, tongue out, and he slid it in slow. Warm, familiar, mine. I sucked greedily, letting my head bob while I rode Cade. My whole body was shaking now, overstimulated and loving it. Brad moaned above me, hips jerking forward, feeding me more.
“Jesus,” Brad muttered. “This is the hottest shit we’ve ever done.”
Cade agreed with a grunt. “You’ve got yourself a good one.”
“Yeah,” Brad said, stroking my hair. “He’s kind of amazing.”
I hummed around Brad’s cock, flushed with heat, from the praise, from the stretch, from Cade’s cock slamming up into me. He’d started thrusting from below now, fucking up into my bounce, hitting deep every time.
The mattress shifted under us, soft and unstable.
Brad wobbled a little. “Don’t fucking fall,” he laughed, trying to keep his balance while filming with one hand and feeding me cock with the other. “This bed’s not built for Olympic-level porn.”
Cade reached up and slapped my ass, hard. “If he falls, he falls. We’re not stopping.”
I pulled off Brad’s cock to gasp. “We’re defying physics.”
“You’re wrecking me,” Cade growled. “And I’m loving every second.”
Brad steadied his stance, knees slightly bent, cock in his hand as he stepped closer to my mouth.. I looked up at him, still riding Cade hard, sweat dripping down my spine.
“Open that mouth again,” Brad said.
I did.
He fed me his cock again, sliding it between my lips while I craned my neck up. The angle made it deeper. Filthier. He fucked my face gently while I bounced on Cade, spit running down my chin.
“God damn,” Brad said, groaning. “You’re a fucking sex god right now.”
My moans were muffled now, mouth full, body shaking, Cade pounding into me from below with brutal force. Every thrust made me moan louder. The bed was fully rocking beneath us now.
“Don’t fall, don’t fall,” Brad muttered, trying to balance on the mattress while feeding me cock. “Fucking wobbly ass hotel bed.”
I laughed around his dick. Cade grabbed my hips and thrust hard, bottoming out.
“Shit,” I gasped, pulling off Brad’s cock for air. “I’m so fucking hard, I can’t....”
Cade slammed up into me again, his cock hitting that spot that made my vision flash white.
“fuck,” I moaned, grinding down into it, hips stuttering. “I think I’m gonna cum. Hands-free.”
Brad laughed breathlessly, still stroking himself next to me. “No way. You serious?”
I nodded, dizzy, cock throbbing, untouched. “I am fucking leaking”
Cade grabbed my hips tighter, his thrusts getting deeper now, more purposeful, like he was chasing it with me. “Come on, boy,” he growled. “Let me feel it. Fucking cum on me”
I cried out, back arching, the pressure exploding from every angle, Cade’s cock pounding up into my ass, Brad’s cock smearing spit across my cheek, the whole bed shaking under us. It was all too much.
“Fuck, fuck, I....ahhhhh....”
And I came, hard, a thick, blinding release that tore through me. My cock jumped against my stomach, untouched, ropes of cum striping Cade’s chest and pooling across his abs. My thighs trembled. My hole clamped down so tight on Cade he cursed under his breath, grabbing the base of his cock to hold himself back.
Brad moaned low. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Cade groaned loud. “Fucking tight. Don’t move. I can't hold it longer”
And then he was coming too, balls tightening, hips jerking up as he buried himself deep and filled me. I felt it, hot and thick, flooding me. I whimpered through it, still twitching from aftershocks.
He pulled me down against him, holding me there, panting. “God damn, boy. You milked every drop out of me.”
I could barely speak. “I… holy fuck…”
Brad was still rock hard, breathing heavy, cock twitching. “You two look like a porn painting.”
I turned to him, dazed. “You didn’t come.”
He smirked. “Not yet.”
I climbed off Cade's cock slowly, legs wobbly, thighs soaked with cum. I dropped to my knees in front of Brad.
“Your turn,” I said.
He smiled. “Fuck yeah.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock and sucked him deep, messy and hungry. He groaned instantly, hand in my hair. “That’s it, baby.”
Cade moved beside me now, still breathless but smiling. “Let me help.”
He leaned in and licked the base of Brad’s cock while I sucked the head. Brad’s legs shook.
“Fuck, you two are insane.”
We switched off, mouths trading places, tongue kissing each other across Brad’s shaft. We both licked up his cock, then I took him all the way down while Cade cupped his balls and sucked gently.
Brad’s hand gripped the headboard now, eyes rolling back. “Two mouths on my cock.. Fuckk.. fuckkkkkk... stay right there boys"
He exploded with a groan, shooting hard into my mouth, warm and thick. I swallowed what I could, then let some drip down my chin. Cade leaned in and licked it off, kissing me with it, tongues filthy and tasting like Brad.
The three of us collapsed back onto the bed, bodies tangled, soaked with sweat and cum.
The mattress was half off the frame.
The camera on the tripod shook with every slam of the bed, but stayed upright...barely
Cade was laughing. “We just broke your suite.”
“I don’t care,” I said, breathless.
Brad kissed my shoulder. “We got it all on camera.”
I laughed, exhausted and happy. “Best fucking dessert ever.”
Cade leaned in, hand on my chest. “You boys are trouble. I might have to visit again.”
Brad smiled. “You’re always welcome.”
We lay there in silence for a moment, the room sticky with sex and laughter. The waves from the beach barely audible through the open balcony door.
“Cody,” Cade said, voice soft.
“Yeah?”
“You did so fucking good. Took every inch like you were made for it.”
I smiled, eyes fluttering closed.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
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