Hello all, my friend wrote me a story, I would like your opinions, I do kind of love it
The apartment was thick with anticipation when Maximus knocked. Jax answered, shirtless in grey sweatpants, his muscular frame backlit by the warm glow of the lounge. "Right on time," he said with a predatory grin, stepping aside.
Maximus entered, his heart hammering. The lounge opened before him—dim lighting, the scent of leather and masculine musk hanging in the air. The massive U-shaped couch dominated the space, black leather gleaming. On one end sprawled Jax, who'd already reclaimed his position, legs spread wide. On the opposite end sat Azer, darker-skinned and broader, wearing only boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the thick bulge straining against the fabric. His arms stretched across the back of the couch, eyes locked on Maximus with hungry appraisal.
"Strip," Jax commanded casually, palming himself through his sweatpants.
Maximus obeyed, fingers trembling as he pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, shucked his jeans and underwear in one motion. His cock was already half-hard, bobbing as he stood naked before them.
"On your knees," Jax said, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pulling down. His cock sprang free—thick, cut, already glistening at the tip. "Crawl over here and show me what that mouth can do."
Maximus dropped to his knees on the plush carpet, crawling across the space between them. The leather couch creaked as Jax spread his legs wider, making room. Maximus positioned himself between those muscular thighs, breathing in the clean, masculine scent of him.
"Well?" Jax raised an eyebrow. "I didn't invite you here to stare at it."
Maximus leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the swollen head. Jax groaned, his hand immediately fisting in Maximus's hair. "Fuck, that's it. Take it deeper, slut."
Across the couch, Azer watched intently, his hand sliding into his boxer briefs to stroke himself slowly. His eyes never left the scene—Maximus's head bobbing, Jax's cock disappearing between those eager lips, the wet sounds of sucking filling the room.
Maximus worked his mouth down Jax's shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke. Saliva dripped down his chin as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard. Jax's hips began to thrust upward, fucking into that wet heat.
"Look at this cocksucker go," Jax panted, his grip tightening in Maximus's hair. "You love having a dick in your mouth, don't you? Fucking whore."
Maximus moaned around him, the vibration making Jax curse. His free hand gripped the leather couch as his balls tightened. Maximus could feel him swelling, pulsing, getting close.
"Gonna fucking—" Jax's words cut off as he came hard, his cock jerking as he emptied himself down Maximus's throat. "Swallow it all, bitch. Every fucking drop."
Maximus gulped it down, not spilling a drop, continuing to suck gently as Jax's cock softened slightly in his mouth. When he finally pulled off, a string of saliva and cum connected his lips to Jax's tip.
"Good little cumslut," Jax breathed, sprawling back against the leather, spent and satisfied.
From across the couch, Azer's voice cut through the haze. "Crawl over here and suck my cock, faggot." His tone was commanding, degrading. "Do a good job and we might reward you."
Maximus turned, still on his knees, and began crawling along the inside of the U-shaped couch. His own cock hung heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the carpet. Azer had freed himself completely now, his thick, uncut cock standing rigid, darker than the rest of him, intimidatingly large.
"Open up," Azer ordered, and Maximus obeyed immediately, parting his lips. Azer grabbed his own cock and slapped it against Maximus's face—once, twice, three times. "You want this, don't you? Desperate little cocksucker."
"Yes," Maximus breathed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir. Please."
Azer smirked and guided his cock between Maximus's lips. The stretch was immediate, the thickness filling his mouth completely. Azer didn't give him time to adjust, gripping the back of his head and pushing deep, making Maximus gag.
"That's it, gag on it. Show me how badly you need it."
Behind them, Jax had recovered, stroking himself back to hardness as he watched his roommate use Maximus's throat. "Fuck, he looks good like that. Knew he'd be a perfect little whore for us."
Azer pulled Maximus off his cock, saliva stringing from his lips. "Get up here. On the couch. On your hands and knees."
Maximus scrambled to obey, positioning himself on the center section of the U-shaped couch, ass facing Azer, head toward Jax. The leather was cool against his knees and palms.
Jax moved closer, his cock now fully hard again, level with Maximus's face. "You know what to do."
Maximus took Jax into his mouth again while behind him, Azer's large hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Look at this hungry hole," Azer growled. Maximus felt fingers probing, then heard the snap of a lube bottle. Cool liquid dripped onto his entrance, and Azer's thick fingers began working it in, stretching him open.
"Tight little fuckhole," Azer muttered, adding more lube, working two fingers in deep. Then Maximus felt something warm and wet—Azer had leaned down and spit directly onto his hole, the degrading act making him moan around Jax's cock.
"He likes that," Jax laughed, thrusting shallowly into Maximus's mouth. "Dirty bitch likes being spit on."
Azer lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Maximus's entrance. "Gonna fuck this slutty ass raw. You ready, whore?"
Before Maximus could respond, Azer pushed in—slow but relentless, stretching him impossibly wide. Maximus cried out around Jax's cock, the sensation overwhelming, the burn intense.
"Take it," Azer commanded, gripping Maximus's hips hard enough to bruise. "Take every fucking inch like the cumdump you are."
He bottomed out, his hips flush against Maximus's ass, and held there for a moment before pulling back and slamming in again. The force pushed Maximus forward onto Jax's cock, making him gag.
"Perfect," Jax groaned. "Keep fucking him. Drives him deeper on my dick."
They found a rhythm—Azer pounding into him from behind while Jax fucked his face, using him from both ends. The leather couch creaked beneath them, the sounds of skin slapping skin and muffled moans filling the room.
"Such a good little fucktoy," Azer panted, his thrusts getting harder. "This is what you're made for, isn't it? Just a set of holes for us to use."
Maximus could only moan in response, overwhelmed by sensation, his own neglected cock leaking steadily onto the leather beneath him.
"He's taking it so well," Jax said, pulling out of Maximus's mouth to let him breathe. "Good boy. Such a good fucking boy when you try."
The praise mixed with degradation made Maximus shudder. Azer reached around, finally gripping his aching cock, stroking him in time with his brutal thrusts.
"You want to come, slut? Want to come while I'm balls deep in your ass?"
"Yes! Please, sir, please—"
"Then come," Azer commanded, squeezing harder, fucking deeper. "Come like the desperate whore you are."
Maximus shattered, his orgasm ripping through him as he spilled over Azer's fist and onto the couch, his hole clenching tight around Azer's cock. The sensation triggered Azer's own release, and he buried himself deep, flooding Maximus's ass with cum.
Jax stroked himself faster, watching them both come undone, and with a grunt, he came again, painting Maximus's face with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed like that for a moment, all three breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Then Azer pulled out slowly, admiring how his cum leaked from Maximus's used hole.
"Not bad," he said, slapping Maximus's ass hard. "We might have to keep you around."
Maximus collapsed onto the leather couch, thoroughly used, covered in cum, and completely satisfied. |
