December 27th, post-Christmas haze in Paris.
Ivan called me, his voice buzzing with energy.
“We’re done,” he said.
"What?"
"We're done man, Charity gig. Christmas nonsense. Brass instruments everywhere. You should have seen us. Okay, I’m coming over. Up for some fun?”
“Wait, you coming over?” I repeated. “Now?”
“Yeah. Just grab some beer,” he added, already laughing. “Can't wait to see you man!"
I should have asked more questions. I didn’t.
I was so excited so see Ivan again.
It had been mounths since our last encounter back in his own little castle in Versailles (see the two previous parts for that hot session in the barracks). I was dying to get my throat around his huge cock again.
I quickly bought some booze and snacks as I knew he would probably be hungry and thirsty as always.
Oh boy, if only I knew what he had prepared for me!
My doorbell rang, long, aggressive, like it was being attacked. When I opened, I wasn’t greeted by my good old friend. I was greeted THREE military guys in full uniform, filling my hallway with cold air, laughter, and the unmistakable smell of winter coats and exhaustion.
Ivan stood in the middle like he fucking owned the place:
“Surprise!”
Behind him was Jax, whom I recognized instantly from the barracks: same relaxed grin, same confident posture and bulging pecs, his brown eyes already looking around my apartment like he was cataloguing exits and snacks. That loud fucker who'd gotten his dick drained once by me, courtesy of Ivan's orders.
And then there was the third one.
“Kyllian,” Ivan said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You haven’t met yet.”
Third guy (around his 30s too) gave me a shy little nod.
Ivan had bragged to me before he was straight as an arrow, freshly married, reserved type. His hair was darker, kept short and neat, almost conservative. His face was calmer, more controlled: straight nose, clean lines. He was solidly built but quieter than the other two, eyes already apologetic:
“Uh… hey,” he said. “I hope this is okay. We’re not… invading or anything?”
I laughed before I could stop myself:
“No, no, you’re good. Really. Come in.”
They didn’t enter so much as storm in: boots thudding against the floor. Ivan's jacket got quickly tossed over a chair, revealing his grey tanktop underneath (yeah, he was like at home I guess).
Their voices overlapped immediately:
“Nice place.”
“Man, it’s warm in here.”
“Is that real wood?”
"Love the TV setting man."
Ivan dropped onto the couch like he’d just completed a mission, winking at me while he grabbed his package:
“Put something on man,” he said playfully. “Sports. Anything competitive. Need some noise that isn’t Christmas music!”
I obeyed without hesitation, scrolling until I landed on a live match. The TV lit up the room as Jax stretched out, curious about my flat:
“Nice kitchen man. You got beers back there?”
“And snacks,” Ivan added. “Bring some too. Didn't get to eat much at the charity."
"Yeah, that truly sucked." Jax agreed. "
“On it,” I said, already heading to the kitchen.
"I swear those guys don't even care about their own soliders!"
My place wasn’t used to this kind of energy. Not much family, not many spontaneous visits, but suddenly my apartment felt… truly alive. And I was loving that straight bro energy invading my private space.
I grabbed multiple glasses and some snacks in the kitchen. I felt a bit small compared to those guys, only wearing a tshirt, some fresh jeans over a red thong (I had prepare just in case Ivan wanted to feel my ass again), the lace over my asscrack reminding me how slutty I was. The fact I was wearing lingerie right beside those hungry jocks was priceless.
I handed out beers, set down bowls of chips and whatever else I could find. Kyllian thanked me twice, quietly, like he wasn’t sure where to put himself yet.
Ivan was the first to a sip of his beer, made a face:
“Wait Ethan. You still have Pastis?”
I smiled:
“Of course man. Always. just in case you would come here.” (It was true btw)
That finally got his full attention:
"Duuude, stop that, I'm going to fucking kiss you! Bring that bottle here!"
If only...
A minute later, I poured moreglasses carefully, watching the cloudy swirl form as the water hit the amber liquid. Ivan lifted his glass with obvious affection:
“Now that,” he said, “is how you end a December 27th. Santé!”
"Santé!"
And just like that, my quiet evening turned into something loud, warm, and unexpectedly perfect. Once everyone had a glass in hand and the TV was murmuring some overdramatic sports commentary in the background, I finally had a second to just look at them:
Ivan was impossible to miss, even sunk into my couch, his tight army tank underneath: gray, clinging to his ripped pecs and abs, sweat stains darkening the fabric under his pits. His buzz cut even shorter than usual. He sat wide, relaxed, completely at ease.
Jax lounged next to him, built differently: his chest filled the uniform in a way that felt almost sculptural, pecs rising and falling slowly as he watched the screen without really watching it. There was something heavier about him tonight. When he laughed, it came a second late. At one point he mentioned his ex, just once, casually, but it kinda felt like a sad note. He drank slowly, like he was pacing himself.
Then there was Kyllian. He sat at the end of the couch, posture straight but not stiff, hands carefuly wrapped around his Pastis glass. His face was harder to read than the others': calm, observant, eyes flicking quietly between us, the TV, the room. When he spoke, it was gentle:
“Tell me if we’re too loud man,” he said at one point, genuinely concerned. “We can tone it down.”
“You’re fine,” I assured him, smiling. “Really. I like the noise.”
And I meant it.
I moved back and forth between the kitchen and the living room without even thinking about it: refilling chips, grabbing more beers, adjusting the volume when Ivan complained, then complained again when I changed it too much.
They thanked me, joked with me, teased me lightly about being “the perfect host.”
But the truth was, I was just… happy.
Happy to hear boots shifting on my floor. Happy to listen to their dumb barracks stories, to Ivan reenacting something loudly with his hands, to Jax shaking his head with a quiet laugh, to Kyllian listening more than speaking.
While moving around, I spotted his mysterious gaze on my ass multiple times.
Was he actually checking me out?
Did he spot the thong under my jeans.
Maybe. One could guess the shape of the thong under those jeans pretty easily.
Outside, the cold pressed against the windows. December sat heavy and dark over the city. Christmas lights still blinked faintly in the distance.
Inside, though, my apartment was warm, and full of hot military men!
I lined up the glasses again and poured another round of Pastis, watching the liquid turn cloudy like a small ritual. Ivan noticed immediately:
“There it is,” he said, raising his glass with a grin. “Man I've missed our nights.”
They clinked glasses, boots scraping, laughter rising.
"Ethan! Been missing you so much." Ivan started, grabbing his package. "Jax, you remember that night? Kyllian, this is the guy who took care of us while you guys were downstairs plaiyin' some board games."
Jax laughed loud, burping as he clapped Ivan's thigh too hard:
"Fuck yeah, that mouth's gold."
Kyllian hung back, lanky and quiet, eyes flicking uncomfortable but cracking a beer anyway.
Kyllian was the one who asked, quietly, almost like he didn’t want to interrupt the moment:
“So… how do you two know each other?” he said, nodding between Ivan and me. “College?”
I smiled:
“Yeah. We studied together for a while. Biology.”
Ivan let out a snort into his glass:
“Studied is generous.”
“We met in second year. He stopped before getting his diploma. I… didn’t.”
Ivan lifted his glass dramatically:
“Because I was dumb.”
“You weren’t dumb,” I said automatically. "Dumb n' horny maybe!"
“Fuck yeah!" He laughed. "Bro, I skipped classes, partied too much, fucked around when I could, sometimes with really nasty chicks. Spoiler: didn't even go to the final exam.”
He pointed at me with his glass, sloshing Pastis dangerously close to the rim:
“And this guy... this guy actually went to lectures, took notes and got this masters! Top tier student right there, boys.”
“Hey,” I protested, laughing. “You came with me sometimes.”
“Yeah, to distract you,” Ivan replied proudly. “See? Dumb n' horny.”
I shook my head:
“No. I loved having time with you. Even then.”
Ivan cleared his throat:
“Anyway… we lost touch for a bit after that.”
I played host again, coming back to the kitchen, slicing cheese and cracking open some chips in the kitchen while they were talking about the past.
When I returned to the living room, Jax was passing a joint Ivan lit. Weed smoke curled thick, mixing with their musky post-concert stink.
They got drunk slowly, voices booming over the TV drone.
"Pass the chips, Ethan!" Ivan yelled, and as I leaned over with the bowl, his hand cracked across my ass, the slap echoing. I jolted, cheeks burning, but he just laughed.
"Told you boys! this guy's throat saved me!"
Jax leaned forward a little, interested:
"How's that?"
“Since we met again a few years ago, his guy’s been my emergency cumdump.”
"Your what?" Kyllian asked, clearly not understanding what was going on.
"Dates cancelled. Bad hookups. Weeks where everything just felt… off.” He shrugged. “I’d call him. Or come over actually. And he’d help me.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to.
“No matter how pissed or tired or frustrated I was. He was always there. Always found a way to cheer me up and swallow a load or two.”
And sometimes even a bit more...
He looked at me then, properly, not joking:
“And I’m grateful for that, slut,” he said, raising his glass to me. "Thanks for your throat."
Jax nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he said. “I can vouch for that.”
I turned toward him, surprised.
“Last time at the barracks,” Jax went on, “I felt it. You drained me so hard. Like, my balls felt so fucking empty after that. Never had that before.”
He gave a small, sincere smile:
“Having someone so eager to swallow your nut. That’s rare.”
I felt my face warm, not from the alcohol this time.
Kyllian's face was getting stiff and red, he was cringing so bad:
“Guys... stop with that bullshit. I'm gonna' leave.”
"What your problem big boy? You jealous or what?" Ivan said, his hand teasing Kyllian's side. "You want some of it too?"
"Don't talk like to him like that. Ethan, is that...?" Kyllian's eyes were finally looking at me, searching for an answer.
Ivan broke the moment by clinking his glass gently against mine:
"Ethan, answer honestly: do you love sucking me off? Tell him how your love servicing me and swallowing my loads. Each fucking time. Tell him."
I hesitated a bit, not wanting Kyllian to burst out of my flat, but Ivan's warming smile was just too much:
"Yeah" I simply answered. "I fucking love that."
“See?” he said, grin returning. “Certified slut. There's no problem bro. He loves this shit.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, smiling anyway. "You love it even more."
"I mean, his throat is gold. Better than any pussy. Swallows each time."
Well, talking about pussy, you also got to try my other hole.
I stayed there, face hot, serving the next round of beers while they howled dick jokes. Jax belched mid-sentence:
"Remember, Ivan? You skull-fucked him while we jerked to tits on screen and talking shit? Could we..."
"Could we?" Ivan teased him.
"Yeah uh... I mean, could we do that again?"
Kyllian chuckled awkward, puffing weed, but shook his head:
"Nah, guys, that's too much."
Ivan waved him off, eyes on me hungry:
"Oh I was planning to use that throat tonight anyway. But I'm not the jealous type bro. You and Jax can also have a go on her."
"Serious? Fuck that would be great!" Jax's eyes were on fire.
"Ethan, get over here."
The room spun hazy from secondhand smoke, my dick twitching in the thong despite the humiliation.
Jax leaned forward in the couch, dick already tenting his pants.
"Yo, Ivan, can we change to porn? Been thinking about his throat all week."
He didn't even look at me. I noticed he didn't want to use a feminine pronoun like Ivan used to do. Maybe this was a bit weird for him.
Ivan grinned, nodding slow:
"Yeah bro, but I get to choose the porn. We'll all jerk while he services, right?."
Kyllian shifted uneasy:
"I'm good. Not into dudes sucking my dick."
But he didn't leave, eyes glazing over the joint as Ivan fumbled the remote, flipping to a site with moaning sluts getting railed.
Ivan and Jax quickly unzipped their kakis casual. Jax's thick and veiny cock got out first, already leaking. Ivan's monster was still trapped in his boxers. Kyllian hesitated but kept his pants on, smoking while watching the porn.
I quickly dropped on my knees between Jax's thighs, hungry for some fresh cum straight from the tap. I immediatly felt the curious gaze of Kyllian on my butt.
Jax groaned loud as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, his salty precum coating my tongue in a warming way.
I knew my hands were cold so I tried to avoid using them as much as possible. No fingers, no friction, I only sucked hard, hollowing cheeks, tongue swirling the underside while bobbing deep. It was perfectly shaped for my mouth. Jax's cock was pretty big but far from reaching Ivan's 8 inches. He bucked clumsy, hands fisting my hair:
"Fuck, yeah. Oh shit..." The weed made everything hazy, his pubes tickling my nose as I took him balls-deep, throat relaxing from practice. "Damn, that chick has some nice ass."
"Yeah, love that actress." Ivan said while rubbing his balls. "Meg Rayan. Know her?"
"Never heard." Jax said while thrusting some more in my throat. "Plus she's got some killer hole, look at that pussy."
Porn blared, slaps and cries mirroring the wet gags I made. Ivan jerked slow beside me, his giant shaft throbbing under his kakis, slowly growing and growing.
Kyllian watched sideways, grabbing at his crotch under his pants despite himself, but muttered:
"So fucked up man."
His comment made me stop sucking on Jax's dick for a few seconds, which was maybe necessary since the poor soldier was already near climax:
“You okay there?” I asked Kyllian. "Sorry if this is too much."
He smiled, a little embarrassed:
“Yeah, sorry. I’m just… not horny. Don't mind me.”
Ivan’s head snapped toward him:
“Come on dude. I know you love chicks. Look at that ass!” Ivan's fingers pointed out, probably at the screen in front of them.
Kyllian hesitated, then sighed softly:
“Yeah, that's just not my thing."
"Since when?" Jax asked, while forcing me back on his cock.
"Since getting married. I guess."
That got my attention.
Wait—married married?
But the dude was like... 30 years old! That was pretty young.
I mean, there was a time were being married at 30 was normal, but we were in 2025, France, Paris... that was pretty rare.
Kyllian nodded:
"Maybe that's just me getting older or the weed, I don't know."
"Bullshit." Ivan quickly replied. "Nutting on weed is the best thing man."
While they were arguing about Kyllian's libido, Jax was already reaching his limit again.
He didn't last long in my throat, maybe too drunk and too eager to finally get off. His hips jerked wild, cock kept swelling in my mouth:
"Shit guys, gonna' nut" He moaned loudly.
He pressed hard one last time against my neck, impaling me on his shaft balls deep:
"Shiiit, stay like that! Uhh, deep down your throat, fuuuck!"
His cumblasts quickly flooded my throat with hot spurts.
"Shiiit!" He kept repeating as he was feeding me.
I swallowed every drop, milking him dry with sucks until he slumped back, panting. His cum was not very tasty, a bit watery but it still felt great in my gullet. He actually came quite a lot too which felt rewarding for me. Didn't waste a single drop!
I kept playing with his helmet, sucking on it some more to drain everything since he liked that. He didn't seem too sensitive after cumming, which was good because I also loved satying down there to clean everything up.
"Best blowjobs ever." Jax sighed. "I think I could go again in like ten minutes."
I pulled off gasping, lips slick, but Ivan shoved me toward him next:
"My turn first. Watch how you really fuck a skull." He dragged my head between his powerfull legs, towering, boxers bulging like a gift wrapped for the holidays.
"Open it up, Ethan. Like unwrapping your Christmas present!" He iwnked at me again.
My fingers trembled, popping the buttons on his white boxers one by one, the fabric straining until his huge cock sprang free, veiny and thick, head purple and dripping.
"Fuck, he's not wasting time." Jax commented.
Ivan's cock slapped my cheek heavy, musk hitting me hard. Wondered if he had showered this morning because I also smeeled piss on his shiny helmet.
I cleared my throat in anticipation while fetching for his nuttsack. It felt so heavy with cum.
"Open up."
I opened wide, stretching my jaw as I took the fat head in. My mouth was already sore from the blowing Jax and this was not going to help!
"Okay babe, you know where this is going. Down that throat. And let it stay there the whole time while I fuck it good, okay?"
Shit... that was going to be some challenge.
But Ivan had trained me in the past with his fat military dick, I was pretty confident.
Ivan grunted, forcing inch after inch of his cock down, until it reached my throat's entrance. There, he started to bounce my head on his shaft, trying to force his cockhead deeper.
As usual, this required multiple tries and a good amount of gagging, couhing and throat slime from me.
Soon though, he bucked harder against my face and his helmet eventually invaded my gullet. He sighed:
"Shiiiit. That's it. Popping that throat is the best feeling ever man! Kyllian, you have to feel this!"
Then, he pressed my head with both his large hands, making me swallow his last inches. My nose was now buried in his pubes, his warm balls against my chin. He held me there, cock pulsing, owning my skull like always.
"Bet his wife can't do that." Ivan was provoking Kyllian. "Bet she never went that far.
I wondered how Kyllian's dick would look like...
"Shit." Jax commented to himself. "So much better to actually see him doing it."
"Getting hot in here, boys, you can get comfy while she works."
Jax agreed, his clumsy fingers fumbling buttons until his broad chest showed in a white tank that was about to burst from the sheer size of his pecs.
Kyllian hesitated, muttering:
"Whatever, but peeled off his jacket too, his lanky frame leaner, olive sleeveless shirt hugging narrow his large shoulders. I heard the cling of a silver necklace too. He was not staring at the TV as much as the others: hand frozen on his cock tenting his trousers, face flushed but eyes darting to us. I could feel his eyes, lingering over me the whole fucking time.
"Shiiit. Work that tongue on my balls." Ivan ordered.
Ivan's cock throbbed deep in my throat, stretching it wide, his pubes scratching my nose as he held my head pinned. The taste of his pre-cum leaked salty down my stomach, mixing with Jax's leftovers.
"Bro, that video is so good." Jax commented. "You always find the best shit."
The actress was moaning so much, probably getting her pussy pounded, but all I felt was Ivan's grip tightening, owning me completely.
He finally pulled back a bit, his cockhead still past my throat, then rammed forward again, grunting low.
"Fuck, yeah... take it all slut."
Jax belched loud, stroking his spent dick back to life:
"Shit, Ivan, make him gag on it. Remember last time? He choked so much I thought you were killing him down there. That was so hot."
"All right Meg, you heard this? It's fucking show time."
No mercy.
He throatfucked me hard, balls slapping my chin with each brutal pump. Gags bubbled up, spit drooling down my chin onto the carpet, my throat burning from the stretch. Tears began to blur my vision. This was going to be a rough session. Ivan was pulling on my head even stronger than usual, probably motivated by his roomates's presence.
With each powerfull thrust, the russian hunk grunted, animal-like:
"Fucking take it", "deeper, you whore", "That's it babe!"
Jax watched, jerking slow, the porn's fake cries drowned by my wet chokes and Ivan's grunts.
He pounded relentless, cockhead battering my tonsils, his pulsy veins swelling against my tongue.
Five minutes in, his cockhead stiffened even more, stretching my throat to it's limit and I felt his balls getting closer, twitching in anticipation.
Damn... His load is comming...
It's going to be huge again.
His hips bucked so hard against my face:
"Here it cums babe... Fuuu..."
The first load blasted so hard it made me moan in shock: a thick rope of cum shooting straight down my belly.
GLRURG
"Swallow every fucking drop!"
Fuck yeah, feed me Ivan!
He didn't stop thrusting: pulled back just enough to ram again, grunting deep as the second pulse hit, cock jerking in my throat.
"Fuuuh, take that load."
GGGLRRRURG
Third, fourth: each thrust brought another violent spurt, ten in total, his balls contracting hard against my chin.
"Guuh, swalow it. Swallow it!"
GLUURG
I was trying not to spill it everywhere, but my poor throat was already sore from Jax's pounding and I couln't keep up with Ivan's breeding machine.
Cum overflowed, bubbling from my nose, tears streaming as I choked it down, throat convulsing around his shaft. It was such a long and strong climax I lost track of time. I heard Jax swearing multiple times too, eyes glued me. He was impressed.
After a full minute of loads being injected way past my uvula, I was a mess: face slick, cum dripping from my chin and teary eyes.
Also also, my thong was soaked from my own leaking dick!
"Fuuuuh, you drained me so good Meg." Back again with the girl names from Ivan. "Stay right there."
He finally eased out, cock shiny with spit and cum, still semi-hard:
"Good girl... nurse it now. Suck the rest out."
I latched on instinctive, lips sealing around the head, tongue swirling gentle to milk the last drops of his tasy cum, finally savoring his bitter cream.
He sighed content, petting my hair:
"Clean it proper babe, lick every inch. Just like that, yeah. Show them how you fucking love my nut."
I did, tongue tracing his large veins, sucking his dark pubes clean, until his cock gleamed with my saliva.
All cleaned up!
"Shiiit" Jax sighed. "That's so fucking hot bro."
I was proud of my performance.
"Okay... I can try."
That voice...
My eyes flicked to Kyllian, his dick half-hard between thick legs, balls heavy and low. He had finally removed his kakis.
"You shure big boy?"Ivan asked. "Thought this was too gay for you."
"Shit! He's into it!" Jax smirked. "He's going to fucking do it!"
"Shut up. Didn't say I would go all the way. Just... just wanna feel it."
That was my chance.
Maybe my only chance to convert this dude to my throat skills.
Unless... he wanted someting else from me.
Kyllian, I won't disappoint you!
