Page 76 of Advanced Chemistry

Our kisses were a battle of lust. We couldn’t jerk each other fast enough. I was a moany, leaking mess.

That was kicked into overdrive once I felt Sebastian’s tongue sweep across my dick. A primal groan gusted from me and Anton. He looked down, in pleased surprise.

“Damn, Seb. How long have you been wanting to do that?”

“Shut up, Anton. You love it.” Sebastian took his thick cock all the way into his mouth, silencing Anton.

“Oh fuck.” Anton threw his head back, a blissed-out smile on his lips. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss while Sebastian swapped his dick for mine. His mouth was wet and hot, tongue swirling around my shaft. He fit the head of Anton’s dick in there, too, our cocks rolling over one another, a new sensation that lit me up like South Rock’s non-denominational holiday display.

“This is…very good,” I said.

Sebastian popped up, that hyperextended smirk stretching ear to ear. He kissed me softly, stroked my cheek, sending a flutter to my heart. My heart fluttered again as I watched him kiss Anton, their friendship perfectly unfolding into something more, something I was maybe a part of.

“Seb.” Anton rested a hand on his roommate’s chest, their eyes locking in a heady gaze that transcended the pheromones and heat filling the space. He pulled me close to join them.

“My guys. You’re my fucking guys,” he practically growled.

And they were my guys, my dopey sweet jocks.

“Enough sentimental shit,” Anton said.

“I know what to do.” I got on my knees, face to face with their meaty cocks.

“Actually, I have an idea,” Anton said. He motioned something to Sebastian I couldn’t see.

In a whoosh of movement, they each hooked an arm under me and picked me up to standing. Then their hands went to my back and stomach, and in another whoosh, I was upside down. Once again, face to face with cocks.

I wrapped my legs around Anton’s neck and went to town sucking his cock. It turned out that this angle gave me better leverage, making deep throating a breeze. Anton grunted his approval above me. I let out a guttural moan when I felt a tongue in my hole that I assumed was Sebastian’s. My mind was a blur of need. Now I was the tornado coming to rain hell on the Kansas cornfield.

In another whoosh of movement, Anton passed me off to Sebastian. My legs went around his neck, and his cock surged into my mouth, bitter pre-come hitting my tongue. Anton spread my cheeks wide and swirled his tongue inside my opening. I loved the feeling of being passed between them, weightless in their strong, protective arms.

Anton slapped my ass cheeks as he darted his tongue in and out, nearly mimicking the real thing. Sebastian’s salty, warm cock hit the back of my throat. I felt his muscles flex, holding me up, his arms wrapped around my waist.

They put me down, and we all had to catch our breaths. They were in better shape than I was, but I could tell from their red faces and panting breaths that we’d all had some kind of workout.

“I don’t know how pornstars can do that for hours on end,” Anton said. He rubbed his shoulder. “I was starting to cramp.”

White spots dotted my vision as blood rushed from my head. I stumbled onto the futon and sat down.

“Chasey, do you need water?” Anton asked. I didn’t know when he started using that nickname, but I liked being claimed.

We all had a quick drink, the water giving me a second wind. I slumped on the futon. I forgot that I’d been on my feet for half of today at school.

“Here. Lay back, Chasey.” I rested my head on a pillow on Anton’s lap. His fingers made delicate laps in my sweaty hair. He straightened my glasses. “I want to watch Seb fuck you until you come.”

I nodded yes, yes to all of that. Yes to being here, entangled in these two. My heart couldn’t stop beating, tapping me on the proverbial back to remind me it was here, in the middle of all this, feeling feelings.

I lifted my legs. We’d ditched condoms by our second week together after getting tested. We plowed the savings into purchasing higher-quality lubricant.

Sebastian slicked up my hole with lube. His face softened with a dash of nerves mixed with a dash of bravado.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“I want this to be good for you,” he said.

“It will be,” Anton assured him. I nodded in agreement.

“I want you inside me, Sebastian.”

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