“I want you both to fuck me, on my back, ankles to ears. Hard, rough, rape-y, you both jizz my bro cunt deep. Anders goes first.” I said, low and even.
“Fuck yeah!” Grif enthused, giving Anders a high five. Anders found the lube, I moved so my ass was at the edge of the bed. I watched Anders go down on Grif’s nearly 8″ inches of musky southern pudd, with its slight upward curve. Grif’s ample balls were scrunched up in their nest of untrimmed dark fur.
They took turns rimming me, skilled studly tongues eager to prep my pink boy slot for getting used by their horny jock dicks. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft to keep from cumming. “Fuck yeah, lick me!”
Anders stood, in my sight line, slow lubing his thick farm boy dick as Grif licked his balls. He pushed Grif off, moved closer, lubing my hole with three thick fingers He put his dickhead firmly against my bro pussy, then went balls deep in one grunting thrust. The pain was fast, blinding, exquisite. “Yeah, use my hole, make it HURT!” I cried out.
Anders hunched my ass, every muscle working with his deep digger fuck style, going deep, not pulling back much. My dick was drooling ropes of pre-cum, and I was trying not to cum too soon. Grif knelt on the bad near my face, greasing his ample maleness slowly so I could see it close up. Pearls of pre-cum appearing on his musky glans, which he let me lick off. Dude’s semen tasted like fresh Belon oysters.
I was in some kind of voodoo sex trance, as Anders went into full rut and pounded me hard. “Ahhhhhh….” he unloaded his college boy jizz deep in me. his mouth open, handsome mug expressing pure male relief, his muscular physicality now sheened with sweat, matting his rug of chest fur.
Anders stayed in me while he fetched around from his epic male rut. Grif found a bottle of Rock, held it to Anders’ mouth as he gulped, some of the beer drooling past his full lips, sliding down his chin onto the sweaty tangle of his chest fur. Gif then finished the bottle.
They traded places, Grif standing at my back door, slow lubing his curved meat, showing me what I was about to get. He teased my dude hole with three fingers, his mane of dark hair hanging about his handsome face. Anders was kneeling on the bed where Grif had been, slow strokes ramping up his thick erection yet again.
Grif was in mounting position and he too went balls deep in one awesome stroke. “Daaaamn! Hurt me dude!” I writhed, just wanting his meat in me. He went deep and hard, then backed off, thrusting his glans against my p-spot, the upward curve of his musky cock perfect for this move. He then just pounded hard and fast, keeping me at the edge.
“Ahhhh…I gotta CUM!” Grif shouted, unloading in me as he worked my ass. Anders’ strokes over my face got faster, and he shot a worthy second load on my face. I let go and shot ropes of cum everywhere, cumming so hard I could hear myself keening like an animal. Grif stayed in me while we fetched around. Grinning, he and Anders gave each other yet another goofy jock bro high five over my supine body they had each thoroughly fucked.
“Feelin’ better, Trav?” Anders asked.
“Very. I needed that, I was so stressed out.” I laughed, still in fuck-recovery mode.
I could not stop smiling as I headed for the shower. Grif followed me in, and I lathered and rinsed him, rangy baseball player frame, gentle with his butthole, ‘taint, and boy parts. He kissed me deeply while the hot water sprayed hard upon us. “Welcome to neighborhood, swimmer boy!” he said, grabbing my ass with one big hand.
Grif was drying off, and Anders came in, fighting off sleep like a little boy after a long day. I washed him thoroughly, and we dried each other off. “I gotta bed down…so sleepy, Trav.” He got into bed, spooning position, and was asleep before I could cover him with sheet and duvet.
I found Griffin heating up leftover Thai food in the microwave, two forks in hand. “Eat this with me, Trav.” We sat at the table and ate Drunken Noodles with chicken off the one plate. “Anders bed down?”
“Yeah, he’s already out.” said. I turned out lights and led Grif to bed by the hand. I spooned the soundly sleeping Anders, Grif came in from behind and spooned me. I was soon crashing into deep drooling sleep, safe between these splendid young men.
Dawn was at the window, I woke part way. Grif was gone, back to his own flat for his early day. Anders was snoring slightly, flat on his back, sporting some serious morning wood. I went back to sleep.
Later, Anders and I were shaving after showering together yet again, shoulder to shoulder at the dual basins in the bathroom counter. Shower-damp strawberry blond tendrils graced the nape of his big muscled neck. Our nether regions were wrapped in the huge white shower towels Griffin had gifted us.
Anders stopped his shaving, and was watching me shave in the big mirror. “What?” I asked.
His big easy grin broke thru his white beard of shave foam. “You make the cutest faces when you shave, Trav.” he said.
“So do you, werewolf boy.” I grinned back.
He turned to face me. “Are we home? Together?” he asked.
“Yes, we are home. Will you be my tethered love beast?” I grinned.
“Hell yeah. Every day. Twice on Sundays. Don’t know what the duties are, but I am liking the title.” Anders purred.
“Sweet. Get back to shaving beast boy, we will both be late!” I urged.
We were both late for our classes. It would not be the last time.