Page 91 of The Rest is History

“Harder, baby. Faster. I need you to fill Reece up. I want to feel all your cum when I fuck him next.”

“Yes, Ash. Fuck, baby. He’s so amazing.” I slide in and out of Reece’s ass, slowly at first, then I’m pumping him so hard again I really might split him in two.

“Pull out,” Ash says suddenly.

Reece whines and I groan.

“Pull out, baby,” Asher repeats.

I pull out. It’s agonizing and excruciating and—”

“Blow Reece, baby, and give me your ass.”

Yes. Yes. Yes. I slide down Reece’s body, hastily swallowing his cock, Reece’s fingers digging into my scalp and my ass in the air for Asher.

Asher’s tongue licks at my ass, a long, thick drag over my hole. I choke on Reece’s cock trying to moan my pleasure, and Reece lifts his hips for more of my mouth.

The sounds are drugging. My moans, Asher’s harsh inhales and exhales. Reece’s vulgar chants for more, more, and fucking more.

Asher’s hands spread over my ass, lubed fingers slipping into my hole periodically, and finally, at last, that glorious crown, breaching me.

I press my hand to Reece’s lower belly, feeling the jerks of his stomach as he tries to control his orgasm.

Ash buries his dick inside my ass, massaging my ass cheeks with his big palms and then striking my flesh. The strike bites and I groan around the cock in my mouth, rotating my ass, begging for more. He smacks me again, and then suddenly pulls out, dropping to put his mouth on my ass once more. His tongue digs into my hole and I can’t hold on much longer.

Ash’s beautiful mouth leaves my ass and moves up to Reece, and I follow, lifting Reece’s thighs again and hooking my arms under his knees to put my dick back in his ass, and, fuck, I’m about to blow when Reece turns his head and opens his mouth, silently asking for Asher’s cock. My body is strung too high, my muscles tight with anticipation and the need to come but, fuck, not yet. Asher fucks Reece’s mouth, coaching him. “Open wider, Reece. I know what a dirty, little whore you can be for my cock. Wider, sweetheart.”

Reece just moans around Asher’s dick, trying to get between our stomachs for his cock. It’s all so vulgar and mesmerizing, and Reece loves it, and I love it.

I join in Asher’s torture. “Such a good boy,” I whisper in his ear. “Open wide like a good boy.”

Reece half turns his head to me, but he can’t because he’s got a mouthful of Ash’s dick. “Such a lovely, pretty slut for Asher,” I taunt.

Reece’s stomach rolls against mine, his muscles contracting.

Asher pulls his cock out of Reece’s mouth. “You almost there, baby?” he asks me.

“Yes. Yes,” I pant.

“Come, baby.”

I fuck into Reece wildly and forever, and then I’m letting go deep inside him, and when the last jerks of cum are squeezed out of me, I pull out slowly, sliding down his body quickly. Some of my cum is already dripping out of him. I push the string of white liquid back into his ass with my thumb, making sure my semen remains inside him as Asher moves between his thighs.

And then, Asher fucks him.

We are only men made of flesh and blood and not stone. Asher has only a few strokes in him before he’s filling Reece up again and Reece’s dick is in my mouth, deep inside my throat and he’s painting my vocal cords with his spunk.

I lift my head with Reece’s semen in my mouth. Asher drops his head to Reece’s hole and when he rises again, his lips are stained with our cum. It’s obscene and it’s beautiful. It’s what no decorum is. It’s what no shame is. It’s what we are.

Reece pulls us closer, sandwiching himself between us. He parts his lips, and we spit all that cum into his mouth, and then collapse on either side of him.

Asher pulls his cap off, and I lunge across Reece, dumping it back on his head, turning it backwards. “In the name of God, I now christen this cap. From now on, every time Asher Cameron wears this cap backwards, may it be known that he wants to fuck.”

Reece, this cum-covered sweetheart, grins at Ash. “You look hot, Coach,” he slurs.

Chapter 43

Sawyer

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