Page 66 of Advanced Chemistry

I canvassed my hand across his chest, then dipped it under his shirt, skimming his soft, creamy skin. Chase responded by jutting his ass against my cock. The little nerd was all mine. Or ours. He’d gotten two jocks to spend their Friday night doing a puzzle and loving it.

“Hey hey hey, what’s going on over there?” Anton asked, his voice raspy with the last vestiges of sleep. “Do I need to send you two to the principal?”

“We are outside of school grounds, so Principal Aguilar’s jurisdiction doesn’t apply.” Chase set him straight.

“Welp, if you can’t beat ‘em,” Anton pulled down my boxers and squeezed my ass. “Join ‘em.”

I let out a moan as he slapped his cock against my crack. I had always been a top. Part of being a control freak. But I was very tempted to explore bottoming.

I gripped Chase closer the more Anton played with me, sinking my fingers into his flesh, palming his erection and pushing him back against my rock hard staff.

“My guys,” Anton purred. “Fuck, I love watching you play with each other.”

I spun Chase around, and we instantly began making out. I pulled down his boxers, tangling our cocks together. Anton tugged off my shirt and grabbed my ass. Chase tasted so freaking good, our tongues lapping over one another, wild for each other and for Anton. I wanted Anton salivating over us.

“Yes, that’s so hot,” Anton said, his dick thrusting against me.

Chase jerked both our cocks in his hand. His eyes were two blue lasers burning bright.

“Chase,” I breathed out, wanting him, connected to him, sinking deeper and deeper into this moment.

He slid down and took me in his mouth, bolts of heat shooting through my chest. I made him take all of me. I could tell Chase liked things a little rough, and I was happy to oblige. He winked at me as he sucked, a teasing smile on his lips. As if I wasn’t already turned on.

I threw my head back against the pillows and came face-to-face with Anton’s meaty cock. He smiled down at me, as if to say “get to it.”

He didn’t need to ask me twice. Or once.

I’d dreamed about sucking Anton, and reality surpassed every fantasy. He was wet, salty, manly, mine. His thick cock entered my mouth, the bitter taste of pre-come hitting my tongue. I probably could’ve started slow and worked my way up, but I was already at an eight out of ten by the time his cock was in my face. I sucked him fast and hard, matching the orgasm building in my balls. He threw his head back.

“My guys,” he muttered. He leaned down and spanked Chase’s ass. Chase got on all fours to give him a better angle, which also helped him deep throat me with ease.

I was on fire at both ends, heat raging inside me, a deep well of need that could never be extinguished.

“Hold up,” Anton said. He pulled out of my mouth.

“Huh?” I asked, catching my breath.

He pointed to the corner of the bed where Einstein watched us with casual disdain.

“Ignore her. She doesn’t care,” Chase said.

“Are you sure?” Anton asked.

Einstein folded herself into a bread loaf shape. She blinked at us, then stared at the wall.

“She could care less. She just likes that spot on the bed,” Chase assured us.

Einstein licked her paw, really digging between her nails, as if this were all a regular morning for her.

“See?”

“She won’t try to crawl on us, right?” I asked, imagining worst case scenarios of claws going where they shouldn’t.

“Not at all. She can tell we’re engaged in activity. She only likes to rest on people when we’re perfectly still.”

“So she’s just going to sit there while we…” I scratched my head.

“Most likely, unless she gets bored of the bed. She prefers to rotate around the apartment throughout the day,” Chase said.

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