his hole and the base of Robert’s dick.
“Fuck, man,” Robert said, jerking. “That’s not funny.”
Carrick chuckled. “Not quite as in control as you thought, huh?”
“Just suck him,” Robert snarled. “Now.”
Carrick leant forward and took Steve’s cock into his mouth again, but he didn’t remove his questing fingers from around Steve’s hole. He kept on massaging, exploring, easing over Steve’s stretched skin and the root of Robert’s cock.
“Ah, yeah…” Robert murmured, pressing his mouth against Steve’s temple. “So fucking good.”
“Yes, yes…” Steve panted. He was on sensation overload. He’d dreamed of being fucked and sucked at the same time, of course he had, but this, the reality, it was off-the-scale amazing.
Robert eased him up then sat him back down on his cock.
Steve was no weight for his Master’s big muscles, and he loved it, the feeling of being impaled.
“I need to come, please,” he said, his voice needy, whiny.
“I know, and you can. Whenever you want.”
“Really?” Steve didn’t usually get permission the first time he asked. He guessed that Robert must be pretty damn close.
But then it had been a while. For both of them.
“He’s coming,” Robert said, easing his cock almost out then back in deep and sliding over Steve’s prostate. “Get ready for it, Carrick.”
Carrick sped up his eager sucking and bobbing on Steve’s cock, and massaged his balls to the same rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve shouted, knowing the point of no return had been reached. “It’s here.” He held his breath as cum shot up his dick and into Carrick’s mouth. His arsehole clenched around Robert’s cock, squeezing, hammering, spasming through the pleasure.
Robert groaned and held Steve so tight his ribs ached.
Still Steve kept on shooting his load into Carrick’s mouth, each thick rope of cum dragging out the bliss.
Steve dug his fingers into Robert’s arm, reached for Carrick’s head and clasped his hair. It was so much, so extreme. He worried he might faint. Stars flashed before his eyes.
“Breathe,” Robert said, slackening his grip. “Breathe, sub. Come on.”
Steve remembered to suck in air and pulled in a great big lungful when the final muscle-shaking spasm of orgasm created havoc through his body. He shook, trembled, his wet limbs quivered.
“Oh…bloody hell,” he said.
Carrick released his cock and caught it in his hand. “Mmm, you taste good.” Carrick grinned up at him and licked his lips.
Steve stared at him, his focus a little out, and knew he’d never forget that glorious image.
Robert shifted and pulled out of his arse. His erection was still thick and hard. He hadn’t come.
Steve moaned at the loss; he’d enjoyed the full sensation and the pressure on his hot spot as he’d climaxed.
“So now what?” Carrick asked, standing and stroking his hand down Steve’s cheek to his chest then circling his nipples.
“You want to fuck my sub?” Robert asked.
“Yeah, wouldn’t mind.”
“Turn,” Robert said, spinning Steve so he faced the wall.
Steve flattened his palms on the tiles and stared at the flecks of white in the ceramic. His body was buzzing, his cock still hard despite the intensity of his orgasm.
“Beautiful skin,” Carrick said, smoothing over Steve’s buttocks.
“Yeah, pinks up nice.”
“Can I?” Carrick asked.
“Go ahead.”
A hard, walloping slap landed on Steve’s right arse cheek, the sound echoing wetly around the cubicle.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, jerking forward, his cock tapping on the tiles. The pain zapped over his skin that was already heightened by his post-orgasmic state.
“Mmm, he does.”
A hand smoothed over the stinging patch of skin—Steve presumed it was Carrick—and then explored around his arsehole, sneaking in just a fraction.
“You need to go in wearing,” Robert said.
“Got it covered.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Steve saw Carrick reach for a blue condom packet
“Fuck, man,” Robert said, jerking. “That’s not funny.”
Carrick chuckled. “Not quite as in control as you thought, huh?”
“Just suck him,” Robert snarled. “Now.”
Carrick leant forward and took Steve’s cock into his mouth again, but he didn’t remove his questing fingers from around Steve’s hole. He kept on massaging, exploring, easing over Steve’s stretched skin and the root of Robert’s cock.
“Ah, yeah…” Robert murmured, pressing his mouth against Steve’s temple. “So fucking good.”
“Yes, yes…” Steve panted. He was on sensation overload. He’d dreamed of being fucked and sucked at the same time, of course he had, but this, the reality, it was off-the-scale amazing.
Robert eased him up then sat him back down on his cock.
Steve was no weight for his Master’s big muscles, and he loved it, the feeling of being impaled.
“I need to come, please,” he said, his voice needy, whiny.
“I know, and you can. Whenever you want.”
“Really?” Steve didn’t usually get permission the first time he asked. He guessed that Robert must be pretty damn close.
But then it had been a while. For both of them.
“He’s coming,” Robert said, easing his cock almost out then back in deep and sliding over Steve’s prostate. “Get ready for it, Carrick.”
Carrick sped up his eager sucking and bobbing on Steve’s cock, and massaged his balls to the same rhythm.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve shouted, knowing the point of no return had been reached. “It’s here.” He held his breath as cum shot up his dick and into Carrick’s mouth. His arsehole clenched around Robert’s cock, squeezing, hammering, spasming through the pleasure.
Robert groaned and held Steve so tight his ribs ached.
Still Steve kept on shooting his load into Carrick’s mouth, each thick rope of cum dragging out the bliss.
Steve dug his fingers into Robert’s arm, reached for Carrick’s head and clasped his hair. It was so much, so extreme. He worried he might faint. Stars flashed before his eyes.
“Breathe,” Robert said, slackening his grip. “Breathe, sub. Come on.”
Steve remembered to suck in air and pulled in a great big lungful when the final muscle-shaking spasm of orgasm created havoc through his body. He shook, trembled, his wet limbs quivered.
“Oh…bloody hell,” he said.
Carrick released his cock and caught it in his hand. “Mmm, you taste good.” Carrick grinned up at him and licked his lips.
Steve stared at him, his focus a little out, and knew he’d never forget that glorious image.
Robert shifted and pulled out of his arse. His erection was still thick and hard. He hadn’t come.
Steve moaned at the loss; he’d enjoyed the full sensation and the pressure on his hot spot as he’d climaxed.
“So now what?” Carrick asked, standing and stroking his hand down Steve’s cheek to his chest then circling his nipples.
“You want to fuck my sub?” Robert asked.
“Yeah, wouldn’t mind.”
“Turn,” Robert said, spinning Steve so he faced the wall.
Steve flattened his palms on the tiles and stared at the flecks of white in the ceramic. His body was buzzing, his cock still hard despite the intensity of his orgasm.
“Beautiful skin,” Carrick said, smoothing over Steve’s buttocks.
“Yeah, pinks up nice.”
“Can I?” Carrick asked.
“Go ahead.”
A hard, walloping slap landed on Steve’s right arse cheek, the sound echoing wetly around the cubicle.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, jerking forward, his cock tapping on the tiles. The pain zapped over his skin that was already heightened by his post-orgasmic state.
“Mmm, he does.”
A hand smoothed over the stinging patch of skin—Steve presumed it was Carrick—and then explored around his arsehole, sneaking in just a fraction.
“You need to go in wearing,” Robert said.
“Got it covered.”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Steve saw Carrick reach for a blue condom packet
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