Ralph stepped closer, calm as ever, like walking in on a man getting his ass eaten was just another Tuesday for him. Calvin finally lifted his head from between my cheeks; his face wet from all the drooling, beard a little messy, eyes half-lidded and looked up at him with a lazy grin.
“Oh. Hey, Ralph,” he said, as if his mouth wasn’t just in my ass. “You want some of this?” He spread my cheeks wide with both hands, exposing me shamelessly. “Or you want the usual stuff?”
I blinked. The usual?
What the fuck did that mean?
Calvin didn’t explain what he meant by that. He just held me open like I was a display piece. I couldn’t see what was happening behind me; only hear Ralph’s body movements as he moved in closer. The cellar was too quiet. My breathing, too loud.
Ralph’s gaze flicked down, then locked on mine. “Well?”
My voice came out hoarse, fucked-out already. “Might as well get two bearded guys on my ass.”
They both chuckled. Calvin gave my ass a soft slap.
“Masey, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purred. “Two men fighting over your hole?”
I arched my back instinctively, grinding my hips in the air. “Don’t you dare fight over it,” I muttered. “Unless you’re taking turns.”
Ralph didn’t take long to shut me up. I felt the difference instantly - his beard was fuller than Calvin’s, a little coarser, covering more skin as it pressed into me. His tongue made slow, deliberate circles around my hole, teasing me in a way that felt brand new. Not hesitant; just… exploratory and more methodical. And fuck, it was good.
“Fuckk, dude…” I groaned, gripping the edge of the shelf harder.
Calvin just laughed. He reached out and pushed Ralph’s head deeper between my cheeks. “Get into it,” he growled. “I know you like this shit.”
And apparently, Ralph did. His tongue got bolder, wetter, flatter against me. I felt him spit, then lick again, tracing the mess up and down. Every flick of his tongue had my thighs trembling.
Then I felt Calvin move.
His hand slid up my lower back, warm and familiar, while Ralph stayed buried in my ass. Calvin came around my side, crouching, one hand rubbing my lower back while the other slipped under to stroke my cock. His fingers knew exactly how to curl around it.. just like last night. He didn’t even look at what he was doing, he was watching Ralph. Smirking.
“You’re not bad at that,” Calvin said casually. “But let me show him what he really likes.”
Ralph pulled back, face wet, looking dazed but hungry. Calvin didn’t hesitate; he dove back in like he knew I was obsessed with him.
My back arched harder. My head dropped.
“uhmm… fuck, Cal…”, Ralph moaned.
I heard a shuffle of movement beneath me, like knees shifting, bodies adjusting. Calvin’s moans deepened against my hole gritty and primal, devouring me, not just eating me out. His spit was everywhere, smeared across my hole, my cheeks, dripping down. I was clenching without realizing, trying to trap his tongue deeper inside me, keep him right there.
Then I heard it again.
“Uhhmm… f-fuck…” Ralph’s voice, thick and broken.
I turned my head, breath caught in my throat and there it was. Ralph, on his knees below me, head bobbing, his face stuffed full of Calvin’s cock. Gagging and panting while Calvin's face was still burried in between my cheeks. I watched Ralph slap the thick shaft on his tongue between strokes, spit flying, jaw unhinged as he went back in.
Gawk… gawk… gawk…
Wet, frantic and feral sounds filled the cellar.
And through it all, Calvin never stopped on me. His tongue stayed buried in my hole, his hand working my cock in slow, possessive strokes, while Ralph sucked him off like a fucking maniac.
Talk about multitasking.
Ralph didn’t let up. If anything, he got hungrier, taking Calvin's cock deeper, sloppier, like he was already familiar with its taste on his tongue. The way he moved; confident, practiced...it almost felt like he’d done this before. Is this what Calvin meant by his “usual stuff”?
Was Ralph, my brother’s groomsman and Calvin’s friend, one of the guys he’d been with before? The thought made my head spin, my cock twitch.
I could hear everything...every choke, every wet slurp, every strained breath between strokes. Meanwhile, Calvin's beard brushed my hips a little lower and it sent a fresh jolt through me.
Calvin was moaning now too, low and deep, his tongue still pressed against my hole. The vibrations of his sounds traveled straight through me. His face was still buried deep in my ass, and now Ralph’s face kept bobbing on Calvin's cock...
“Fuck,” I gasped, shaking. “You’re both fucking insane.”
Ralph groaned around Calvin’s cock.
Calvin’s hand was back on my shaft, stroking me with that same teasing grip, not letting me get too close. “Say it again, Masey,” he muttered into my hole between licks. “Tell me how this feels.”
Below me, Ralph came up for air, face wet, eyes glazed. His lips were parted, tongue flicking over the spit Calvin had left behind. He looked wrecked already, and I wasn't far behind.
Calvin’s words...“Tell me how this feels” buzzed against my skin, each syllable vibrating right through my hole. And fuck, I felt it. Felt the wet drag of his tongue, the soft scratch of his stubble, the warmth of his breath mixing with Ralph’s.
My body jolted. My spine curved.
I couldn’t hold it back.
“Fuck—fuckfuck—Calvin!”
I came hard.. unexpected, almost violent; my cock pulsing in his hand as he kept that teasing grip around it, guiding every twitch. His thumb rolled over the head just to push it further, to milk every last drop from me. My cum spilled into his fingers, dripping messily onto the floor beneath me, and Calvin just chuckled, proud, like he’d done exactly what he came here for.
“Good boy,” he muttered, tongue still flicking lazily across my overstimulated hole.
Ralph watched it all, eyes low, lips parted, breathing heavy. “Shit,” he whispered, hand sliding down to adjust the obvious tent in his jeans. “That was so fucking hot.”
Calvin’s face finally rose from between my ass cheeks, glistening and flushed. His right hand was still coated in my cum, fingers sticky, but his left moved fast gripping Ralph’s hair tight. Without warning, he guided Ralph straight onto his cock.
“Yeah… fuck yeah, boy,” Calvin growled, eyes half-lidded as his hips bucked forward.
I turned over, shaky, tugging my pants halfway up as I stood on the ladder and watched. And fuck, it was a sight.
Ralph was on his knees, gagging like a pro, barely pausing, barely breathing as Calvin face-fucked him with no mercy. It looked like a fucking porn shoot. Ralph’s throat opened up like it knew Calvin’s cock. Like it had been here before. His spit coated Calvin’s shaft, dripping down his chin as he took every thrust deep.
“Unghh fuck… unghh fuckkk,” Ralph moaned between gags. “Give it to me…”
Calvin’s rhythm got rougher. His hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of it was dirty and filthy.
“Unghh yeah, Daddy,” Ralph choked out, eyes rolling back. “Give me that sweet cum of yours”
I couldn’t look away. Calvin’s grip in Ralph’s hair tightened, knuckles white, and then he yanked. Hard.
Ralph was pulled flush to the base. Nose pressed to Calvin’s sweaty pubes. No space. No air.
Calvin’s abs clenched. His body jerked once...twice...
Then he groaned from deep in his chest as he came. I saw it happen. Saw Ralph swallow fast, again and again, eyes fluttering as Calvin held him there, emptying every drop straight down his throat.
Ralph stayed down until the very last drop. I watched his throat work, swallowing everything Calvin gave him like it was routine. When Calvin finally let go of his hair, Ralph pulled off slow; mouth shiny, lips red, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to the tip.
He was breathless. But not done.
Calvin smirked, still catching his own breath, and raised his right hand; the one still glistening with my cum. He brought it to Ralph’s face like it was nothing.
And Ralph didn’t hesitate.
He opened his mouth and licked it clean. Tongue flat. Eyes up. Like he was starving for more cum.
Calvin chuckled darkly. “Here’s how the groom’s brother’s cum tastes,” he said, voice low, almost teasing. “Be sure to thank him for the hospitality.”
I stood there, pants barely up, chest heaving, unsure if I’d just come once or twice. My mind was spinning.
I mean...what the fuck was this?
The best man just tongue-fucked the groom’s brother and face-fucked one of the groomsmen at the same time. All while there’s a whole wedding party waiting back outside the barn, counting on us to grab a few bottles of wine for their damn lunch.
I zipped up my pants, still dazed, staring at the mess in front of me.
And somehow, the day wasn’t even close to over.
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