I was practically a doll in Drake’s arms. He lifted me more, his cock poking against me. He dropped me down. My body quaked as I slid down the length of him. He grunted in satisfaction.
My entire canal was sensitized, partially numb, but still reactive.
He purposefully pumped into me in different angles until he found the one that raked across my prostate. My body shuddered and shook with every thrust. He kept up the pace on that angle for what felt like forever. I had no reference of time anymore.
Drake slipped out and hugged me until my legs had enough strength to support me again. He hadn’t come yet and seemed to be trying to calm down a bit, too. He restuffed me with the vibrator in my ass but didn’t turn it on.
In the meantime, Gavin was putting together a new contraption.
He stepped up and knelt in front of me. I couldn’t see until he stepped back again.
He had strapped a second small vibrator to the base of my little, soft dick. Gavin gave the remote to Drake.
“Eemphkk!” I squeeled with the first vibration.
The guys sat back down on the picnic blanket, enjoying the show. It buzzed, teasing me, for a few minutes, sending small electric shocks throughout my body. Drake paused every once in a while, at no certain intervals, then continued. The strap slowly slid down my flesh with the vibrations. I couldn’t tell if the relentless stimulation or the sudden start after a break wreaked more havoc on my exhausted body.
He repeated and repeated until it almost reached my dickhead. Drake got up then, rounding me, and pulled out the silent vibrator from my ass, replacing it with his big cock. He rammed me from behind.
The air whooshed from my lungs.
Gavin pumped his cock, watching us with glee.
Drake turned the small vibrator on again.
“Aaaahhh ahh Drake!”
It slipped to the tip of my dick and got caught right underneath the swollen head. My body twitched and jerked from the stimulation as he rammed his cock in and out of me.
“Damn, you’re squeezing me so good! This spasming ass is like no other!”
We didn’t last long.
This was different than a prostate orgasm. It felt more like a regular orgasm, but it was dry! No come was left in me to ejaculate.
Drake’s fountain of come, on the other hand, filled me up good and seeped out of my gaping hole satisfyingly.
Drake collapsed on the blanket, taking in his fill of how he’d ruined me.
Gavin pulled off the small vibrator. He reached up and untied me!! He had to quickly catch me, as I had no muscle function left at this point.
He sat next to Drake and cradled me in his lap, his thick, hot cock poking into me, as he massaged my wrists, hands, and arms to help regular blood flow return. It burned. My head laid in the nook of his neck. I sucked on his salty skin there. Hmmm.
Drake massaged my legs up to my thighs and fondled my balls and dick.
“Drake…”
He wasn’t touching to stimulate, just kind of gently caressing. The nerves there were almost numb, just little tingles.
I was reminded of Gavin’s still pulsing cock when I shifted my hips. “Gavin, aren’t… you… going to… take… care of that?” Asking a full sentence was exhausting. It took all of my effort.
“You ready?”
“Probably not.”
He laughed, and I smiled weakly up at him.
He tenderly placed me on my front. My head resting on my arms, my knees bent, my ass lifted slightly up behind me on my heels.
Drake stroked my back, his hand heavy and grounding me.
Gavin shoved his fingers in my sloppy hole – “AAH!” – and immediately found and rubbed me.
“Fuck, you’re prostate’s more swollen than ever! Mhhh, you quake so good, pouty lips.”
That was accurate. My body jerked and twitched, passed any bounds or limits known before today.
His fingers slid out, and he grunted as he easily slipped his fat head and wide girth in my sloppy hole. The squelch of his entrance into me was loud and erotic.
I could feel Gavin was close. He gripped my soft, decommissioned dick, massaging its length. His large hand easily engulfed all of it. He focused on the head as he continued to thrust forecfully into me, ripping from deeeeeep within me somewhere not quite an orgasm but a rush of pleasure. I gave a strangled cry that was drowned out by Gavin’s roar as he stilled, and come gushed into my insides, joining Drake’s and their multiple loads.
He collapsed on me. His weight was too heavy, so I could only bear it for so long, but I loved it.
He rolled off me and stayed close. I loved being sandwiched between these guys.
……
The rest of the trip was spent with quality family time with mom. My dad, mostly by force of my mom, did eventually partially reluctantly join us most times. His tension eased as he clicked with Gavin on talking about business and sports with Drake. By the end, I knew he wasn’t fully comfortable with it, but he made an effort.
We returned home. Woah, when did I start thinking of Drake’s house as home? Probably longer than I realized. As long as he and Gavin were there, I was happy.
My parents even came out to visit us a few times over the next year. I started vet tech school for which my dad made a point to express his annoyance with, but quieted down when surrounded by my mom and the guys’ support. I think Drake also helped him later think of it with a different perspective, and Gavin showed how happy I am in my element, because he seemed to have that reluctant acceptance again.
Gavin created an at home office. I grew my closet of yoga and exercise stuff. And my two hot muscly men continually pushed me to the limits during our sex fests.
Thinking back to my false accusation and some of the fearful events I’d been through, I thought maybe some of it was a blessing in disguise.
……
The End.