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By *ordlad OP Man
5 weeks ago
Wrexham |
I leaned back against the worn leather couch, my body still buzzing and slick with sweat and the evidence of what the three older men had just done to me. My ass ached pleasantly, stretched and used, cum slowly leaking down my thighs onto the cushions. Mark, the silver-haired bear with the thick cock, was still catching his breath on my left, his hand lazily stroking my spent dick. Dave, the stocky one with the salt-and-pepper chest hair, grinned down at me from where he stood, wiping himself clean. And Tom, the tallest of them, chuckled low as he zipped up, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
"You took us like a champ, kid," Tom said, voice rough. "But look at you... still hard. Still hungry."
I swallowed, my pulse racing. The living room of the house party was dimly lit, music thumping faintly from the next room where more voices murmured and laughed. I knew there were others here—friends of theirs, all older, all experienced. The thought made my cock twitch visibly.
"I want them to see," I said, my voice hoarse but steady. "Your friends. I want them to watch what you did to me... and then I want them to join in."
The three men exchanged heated looks. Mark's hand tightened on my thigh. "You sure about that, boy? Once they get a look at this eager hole, they won't hold back."
I nodded, spreading my legs a little wider on the couch, letting them see the mess they'd left. "That's what I want."
Dave stepped to the doorway and called out, "Hey, guys! Come check this out. Fresh meat's ready for round two."
Footsteps approached. Four more men filtered in—rugged, in their 40s and 50s, beers in hand, eyes widening as they took in the scene. One was a bald, muscular daddy type with a thick beard; another lean and tattooed with a knowing smirk; the others built like longtime gym regulars, all of them staring at my exposed, cum-slick body.
"Fuck," the bald one muttered, already palming himself through his jeans. "You weren't kidding."
They formed a loose circle around the couch, watching as Mark pushed my knees back toward my chest, putting me fully on display. I felt vulnerable, filthy, and incredibly turned on under their hungry gazes. My hole clenched visibly, pushing out another dribble of their load.
"Go on," I breathed, looking from face to face. "Watch him fuck me again first. Then take your turns."
Mark didn't need telling twice. He slicked his heavy cock with the mess already there and pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust. I gasped, arching up as he filled me again, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. The watchers murmured approval, some rubbing themselves openly now.
"Look at that greedy little ass," the tattooed guy said, stepping closer. "Taking it so deep."
Dave knelt beside me, feeding his cock back into my mouth while Tom held my legs open for Mark's steady pounding. The new men watched every thrust, every moan that vibrated around Dave's shaft. My body rocked between them, pleasure building fast again.
After Mark unloaded inside me with a deep groan, pulling out to show the fresh creampie to everyone, the bald daddy took his place. His cock was even thicker, stretching me wider as he sank in. I moaned loudly around the dick in my mouth, eyes watering with bliss. The others stroked themselves, waiting their turn, commenting on how well I was handling it.
"Such a good slut for us," one of the gym guys said, leaning in to pinch my nipple. "We're all gonna fill you up tonight."
One by one they joined. The tattooed man took my mouth next, face-fucking me while another claimed my ass. Hands roamed my chest, my balls, my leaking cock—jerking me in time with the thrusts. I lost track of who was where, just the overwhelming sensation of being used by the whole group, their eyes on me the entire time, praising how my hole gaped and winked after each load.
Hours blurred into a haze of sweat, cum, and raw pleasure. By the time the last man pulled out, I was a wrecked, satisfied mess—covered, filled, and already wondering when the next round would start. The older men clapped each other on the back, laughing, already talking about inviting even more friends next weekend.
I smiled up at them, spent but glowing. This was exactly what I wanted. |
