Cousin Tyler
Tristan (Left) & Nathan (Right) - The Twins
Tempting the Straight: A Game of Seduction with My Attractive Friends
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Cousin Tyler
Tristan (Left) & Nathan (Right) - The Twins
Some parts may be pretty wild, but we have many beautiful people here, and most of the time in Miami, they are either half naked or completely nude.
We have nude beaches!
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All characters in the story are very handsome 
. The story itself is so exciting and full of incredible scenes.
. The story itself is so exciting and full of incredible scenes.
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Talk about a twist!
I can’t decide if I’m reading erotica or a novel.
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Awesome man @MastiffNutz. Your writing is insane. Thanks
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Hey Mas, your writing is detailed, believable and compelling; not to mention HOT! Thank you for posting.
Keep up the great work
Keep up the great work
Posting Chapter 11 today!
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for your patience.
Chapter 11
I snapped back to reality when someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over in their rush to escape. The fear in the air was suffocating, and I knew I had to get out of there. I turned and sprinted toward my car, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. The sound of my sneakers slapping against the pavement was drowned out by the chaos around me.
Just as I reached my car and fumbled with my keys, I heard familiar voices shouting behind me. “Noah! Hey, Noah!”
I turned to see Asher and Ethan running toward me, their faces tense but determined. “Come to our place!” Asher yelled, motioning for me to follow them.
For a moment, I hesitated. My mind was still spinning, trying to process everything that had just happened. The image of Jason running, the guy lying on the ground covered in blood, the sound of the gunshots—it was all too much. But I knew I couldn’t stay here. The cops would be coming, and I didn’t want to get caught up in the aftermath.
"Alright, let's go!" I shouted back, jumping into my car. Asher and Ethan took off toward their car, and I followed close behind, my grip on the wheel growing tense.
The drive to their place was silent. My mind replayed the scene over and over, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the image of Jason. Why did he have a gun at the courts? What had happened before the fight broke out? And most importantly... why did he run?
By the time we pulled into Asher and Ethan’s driveway, my chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. I parked and stepped out of the car, my legs shaky beneath me. Asher and Ethan were already waiting for me by the door, their expressions grim.
“You good?” Ethan asked quietly, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something heavier.
I nodded, though it wasn’t true. “I don’t know what just happened,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jason... did he shoot that guy?”
Asher put a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. “Let’s get inside,” he said. “We’ll figure it out.”
We headed into their place, locking the door behind us. The three of us sat in the living room, the weight of what had just happened settling over us like a dark cloud. None of us spoke at first, the silence only broken by the sound of my shaky breaths.
Finally, Asher broke the silence. “You think Jason...?” He didn’t finish the sentence, but we knew what he was asking.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice cracking. “I don’t know what to think.”
Ethan leaned back, his arms crossed, staring at the floor. “We need to be careful,” he said, his tone serious. “If the cops come asking questions, we don’t know anything. We were just playing ball and left when things got crazy.”
Asher nodded, but I could see the worry in his eyes. “Yeah, but what about Jason? If he—”
“Don’t,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “If you didn't see him do it, then we don't accuse him of anything.”
Asher and Ethan exchanged a look but didn’t push me. Instead, we sat there in silence, the weight of the night pressing down on us. I didn’t know what was going to happen next.
"Let's just get this off our minds right now," Asher said, breaking the heavy silence. He stood up abruptly and walked over to their sound system, pulling out his phone. Soon, the bass-heavy beats of hip-hop filled the room, drowning out the echoes of gunshots still ringing in our heads.
"Let's fucking drink guys!" Asher announced, already heading to the kitchen. The clink of glasses and the sound of bottles being pulled from cabinets followed.
As Asher started pouring the shots, I held up my hand. "Wait a second," I said, my voice tight. I needed a moment—needed to try something. I walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out my phone. I dialed Jason's number, listening to it ring... and ring... and ring. Voicemail. I tried again. And again. Each time, nothing. My stomach churned with worry as I typed out a message:
"Jason, please call me back. I need to know you're safe. Please."
I stared at the screen for a moment, waiting for it to light up with a response. Nothing came. Leaning over the sink, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the anxiety that clung to me like a second skin. The cool water helped if only a little. I grabbed a towel, dried my face, and took a deep breath before heading back to the living room.
Asher was waiting with a shot glass extended toward me. I took it without hesitation, throwing it back in one swift motion. The liquor burned going down, but it was a welcome distraction from the chaos in my head. "Another," I said, holding out the empty glass.
The next hour passed in a blur of shots—five of them, maybe more. The alcohol worked its magic, dulling the sharp edges of our memories from earlier. The music seemed louder now, the bass vibrating through my chest as we talked about anything and everything except what had happened at the court.
Ethan pulled out some weed, and soon, the apartment filled with a different kind of smoke. The combination of alcohol and weed wrapped around us like a protective bubble, insulating us from the reality waiting outside these walls. We laughed at stupid jokes and told old stories, which almost felt normal.
"Yo, I'm starving," Ethan announced, pulling out his phone. He called some restaurant, ordering what sounded like enough food for ten people. When the buffalo wings arrived, I attacked them like I hadn't eaten in days. The spicy sauce burned my lips, but I couldn't stop. Twenty wings disappeared before I even realized what I was doing.
The food, the alcohol, the weed—it all hit me at once. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as I sank deeper into the couch. The last thing I remember was Asher and Ethan's voices becoming distant, like they were talking from the other end of a long tunnel.
Everything went dark as I passed out on their couch, the events of the day finally catching up with me. The last coherent thought I had before sleep took me was of Jason, hoping wherever he was, he was safe.
Suddenly, I felt the couch shift beneath me, faint laughter echoing in the background. I was too far gone to open my eyes or even move, but I could sense Asher and Ethan hovering nearby.
“Yo, watch this,” Asher whispered, his voice barely audible over the faint music still playing in the background.
I felt something soft press against my lips—warm, unfamiliar, and definitely not what I wanted to wake up to. My brain struggled to piece together what was happening, but before I could react, it was gone, replaced by the sound of muffled laughter.
“Dude, stop!” Ethan hissed, though he was clearly trying to hold back his own laughter. “He’s gonna wake up!”
“Nah, he’s out cold,” Asher said, his voice filled with mischief. A moment later, I felt a sharp tickle against my feet, and my body twitched involuntarily. I groaned, still half-asleep, but they didn’t stop. The tickling continued, their laughter growing louder as I squirmed on the couch.
“Okay, okay, watch this,” Ethan said, his voice brimming with excitement. With a mischievous grin, he jokingly slapped his dick across my face, his laughter echoing through the room. I had no idea what they were doing, but I could feel them moving around me, their energy chaotic and playful.
Asher, beside him, couldn’t hold back his amusement. “Hold up… Now, let me do it,” he said, grinning as he joined in.
Then, just as I started to come to, I felt something drop against my forehead—soft and heavy. My eyes shot open, and I was met with the sight of Asher standing over me, teabagging me, a triumphant grin on his face. It took me a second to process what had just happened, but when I realized he had just teabagged me, I shot up from the couch with a burst of energy I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh, you motherfucker!” I growled, lunging at Asher. He let out a startled yelp, but it quickly turned into laughter as I tackled him onto the couch, pinning him down with my weight.
“Bro, chill!” Asher wheezed, now laughing uncontrollably with his pants still down. “It was just a joke!”
“A joke? Let's play around then bitch,” I said, my voice full of mock menace. I grabbed a nearby pillow and started whacking him with it; each hit punctuated by his laughter and feeble attempts to shield himself.
Ethan, of course, was no help. He was doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “Oh my God, I can’t—this is too good,” he managed to choke out between gasps.
Asher tried to fight back, but I had the upper hand. I dug my fingers into his sides, tickling him mercilessly until he was practically screaming for mercy. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he cried, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard.
Without warning, I launched forward, engulfing Asher's semi-hard cock in my mouth and swallowing it down to the base. Asher let out a strangled moan, his back arching sharply as his dick stiffened fully deep down my throat. "Oh shit!" he loudly roared, his toes curling in shock and pleasure.
Ethan froze mid-laugh, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he watched the unexpected turn of events unfold before him. "Hey, bro! What the fuck?!" he sputtered, his voice a shocked blend of surprise and disbelief.
I ignored Ethan's outburst, focusing instead on the thick shaft pulsing in my throat. I bobbed my head, setting a steady rhythm as I worked Asher's cock with practiced ease.
Asher gave me a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting, while Ethan stood nearby, hesitating for a moment before I motioned him over. “Don’t just stand there,” I said with a grin. “Bring your ass over here.”
Ethan chuckled nervously, stepping closer as the playful atmosphere in the room shifted. "Take your clothes off, Ethan," I commanded, my voice husky with arousal as I released Asher's cock from my mouth with a wet pop.
Ethan didn't hesitate, quickly stripping off his clothes to reveal his toned, athletic body. His cock sprang free, already rock-hard and eager for attention. I wrapped my hand around it, giving a few pumps as I leaned in to take him into my mouth.
"Mmmmm," I murmured around his length, my tongue swirling over the sensitive head. Ethan let out a choked moan, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me in place.
Meanwhile, Asher watched with a smug grin, clearly enjoying the show. "Damn, I can't believe we're doing this," he said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and excitement. I ignored his comment, too focused on pleasuring Ethan. I took him deeper, my throat constricting around his thickness as I sucked harder.
Ethan's hips bucked, his grip on my hair tightening as he lost himself in the sensation. "Fuck, Noah," he gasped, his breath hitching in his chest. "That feels amazing."
I hummed in agreement, my own arousal building at the sounds of their pleasure. I looked down at Asher, meeting his gaze with a sultry smirk. "Your turn," I said, releasing Ethan's cock from my mouth with a lewd slurp.
Asher's eyes darkened with desire as I descended upon his cock once more, taking him deep into my throat. I bobbed my head, my lips sealing around his shaft as I sucked him with renewed intensity. At the same time, my left hand wrapped around Ethan's slick cock, pumping it in time with the rhythm of my mouth on Asher.
Ethan's moans mingled with Asher's, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. I could taste the salty precum dripping from Asher's tip, and the musky scent of Ethan's arousal wafted up to tease my nose. The dual sensations drove me wild, my own cock throbbing in my shorts as I worked them both over.
Asher's hands found their way to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly as he guided my movements. "Fuck yeah, Noah, just like that," Asher groaned, his hips rocking forward to meet my enthusiastic sucks. I increased the pace, my throat muscles massaging his shaft as I took him to the hilt.
Ethan's breathy gasps filled the air as I stroked his cock in tandem with Asher's pleasure. "Shit, Noah... Stroke that dick," he moaned, his abs tensing under my touch.
After a few moments of pleasing them, I stood up confidently and peeled off my clothes, revealing my sexy physique to the eager gazes of Asher and Ethan. Both men were transfixed, their cocks still in their hands, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
“Alright,” I said, breaking the silence with a grin. “Where’s the lube?”
Asher raised an eyebrow and replied with a chuckle, “Well damn, you’re not fucking around.” He continued, “I actually have some in my room.”
Without hesitation, he stood up, his usual playful demeanor mixed with determination. His shorts completely fell down as he slipped off his shirt, walking toward the hallway and leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind him. Ethan and I exchanged glances—half amused, half intrigued—before following him.
We made our way to Asher's room; the tension in the air was palpable. Once inside, he walked directly to the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer to retrieve the lube. Asher handed it to me, and I tossed it to Ethan, who caught it deftly. "Get me ready," I ordered, my voice low and commanding.
I pushed Asher onto the bed, positioning myself on my stomach between his spread legs. I wasted no time, trailing my tongue along his chiseled abdomen, savoring the saltiness of his skin. I lingered at his navel, swirling my tongue around the indentation.
Hearing the sounds of Ethan complying to my commands, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before approaching me. I spread my legs wider, presenting myself to him eagerly.
Ethan wasted no time, sliding his lubed fingers along my crack and circling my puckered entrance. I looked back. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed a finger inside me.
I let out a soft gasp, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. Ethan worked his finger in and out, gradually increasing the depth and speed as I relaxed into his touch. "More," I breathed, my hips rolling forward to meet his thrusts.
Ethan added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me further. I moaned, my head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Asher's hands grasped my head, guiding his thick cock back toward my eager mouth. I opened wide, welcoming him inside with a hungry moan. He groaned in delight as I began to suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft while my cheeks hollowed with each downward pull.
Ethan continued to work his fingers in and out of my stretched hole, coating my inner walls with lube. "Fuck Noah, I think it’s almost loose enough," he declared, adding a third finger to join the others. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Asher's cock dominating my mouth and Ethan's digits probing my ass.
Asher's hands tightened in my hair as he started to thrust, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes. "Ungh, just like that," he grunted, his hips snapping faster as he chased his climax.
His hips stuttered, his cock twitching in my mouth as I slowed my suction. Asher's breath hitched, and his abs contracted, clearly fighting the urge to cum prematurely. I released him with a gentle slurp, allowing him to catch his breath as I lavished attention on his torso once more.
Moving higher, I captured a nipple between my lips and gently sucked, eliciting a low moan from Asher. His back arched, and his hands fisted in the sheets as I teased the sensitive bud. I switched to the other nipple, alternating between soft licks and playful nips, driving him wild with pleasure.
Ethan's whisper caught my attention as I worked Asher into a frenzy. "Can I...stick it in?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely audible over Asher's ragged breathing.
"Yes, Ethan, bury that fat dick deep inside me," I urged, my voice husky with lust. "Make that ass yours."
Ethan's eyes widened, a look of pure desire overtaking his features. Without another word, he positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my stretched hole. I reached back, guiding him forward as he slowly pushed inside, his thick girth stretching me deliciously.
"Oh fuck, Noah," Ethan groaned, his hips sinking deeper as he claimed me. "So tight...feel so fucking good."
"That's right, Ethan, tear his ass up," Asher growled, his own cock twitching in anticipation. The encouragement spurred Ethan on, and his thrusts grew more forceful as he buried himself inside me.
I turned my attention back to Asher, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as Ethan pounded me from behind. Our tongues danced, exchanging heated moans as I savored the taste of him. Meanwhile, Ethan's hands gripped my hips, slamming me back against him with every powerful stroke.
In the midst of our tangled desires, I felt Asher's hands leave my face to land a series of sharp slaps on my reddening cheeks, spreading my buttocks open for a more profound penetration. The sudden sting sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the sensations Ethan was evoking within me.
Without a heads up, I suddenly twisted, dislodging Ethan's cock from my ass with a nasty pop. He let out a startled grunt, momentarily stunned by the abrupt change in momentum.
Before either of them could react, I climbed atop Asher, straddling his waist as I reached for his throbbing erection. I grasped his cock firmly, guiding it to my opening and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.
"Ahhhn, fuck!" Asher cried out, his hands flying to my hips as I impaled myself on his thick shaft. I reveled in the feeling of being stretched around him, my inner walls clenching greedily.
Breathing heavily, I looked down at Asher, his eyes glazed with lust as he gazed up at me. "Damn, Noah, what are you doing to us?" he whispers, feeling overwhelmed.
I ignored him, instead turning to face Ethan with a wicked grin. "Stick that dick in, too," I commanded, my voice husky with arousal.
Ethan's eyebrows shot up; concern etched on his features. "Are you sure, Noah? That's a lot...we might hurt you."
I nodded, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Come here," I purred, reaching back to beckon him closer. "Now stick that fat dick in too."
Sensing Ethan's hesitation, Asher chimed in, his voice rough with desire. "Just do it, Ethan. Just relax and let him guide you. Let’s give him what he wants."
Ethan's resolve crumbled under the weight of our combined persuasion. I grabbed his pulsing cock, aligning it with my stretched hole.
"Easy," I coached, my voice a soothing murmur in his ear. "Let me adjust to both of you."
Slowly, Ethan pressed forward, his thick shaft parting my ass cheeks even more as he sank into me alongside Asher. A guttural moan escaped my lips as the dual invasion hit me, the twin sensations of fullness and pressure overwhelming my senses.
"Oh god, Noah..." Ethan gasped, his hips grinding against mine as he struggled to adjust to the tight heat enveloping him. "This feels incredible..."
Asher, nestled deep within my core, reached up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing tenderly over my cheekbones. "Look at me, Noah," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
I obeyed, locking eyes with him as he pulled me down for another searing kiss. Our mouths melded together, tongues grinding in a wet, seductive duel that left me breathless.
As we kissed, Ethan began to move, his hips swiveling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me clinging to Asher's shoulders. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, the friction of their cocks rubbing against my sensitive inner walls sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins.
I snapped back to reality when someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over in their rush to escape. The fear in the air was suffocating, and I knew I had to get out of there. I turned and sprinted toward my car, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. The sound of my sneakers slapping against the pavement was drowned out by the chaos around me.
Just as I reached my car and fumbled with my keys, I heard familiar voices shouting behind me. “Noah! Hey, Noah!”
I turned to see Asher and Ethan running toward me, their faces tense but determined. “Come to our place!” Asher yelled, motioning for me to follow them.
For a moment, I hesitated. My mind was still spinning, trying to process everything that had just happened. The image of Jason running, the guy lying on the ground covered in blood, the sound of the gunshots—it was all too much. But I knew I couldn’t stay here. The cops would be coming, and I didn’t want to get caught up in the aftermath.
"Alright, let's go!" I shouted back, jumping into my car. Asher and Ethan took off toward their car, and I followed close behind, my grip on the wheel growing tense.
The drive to their place was silent. My mind replayed the scene over and over, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the image of Jason. Why did he have a gun at the courts? What had happened before the fight broke out? And most importantly... why did he run?
By the time we pulled into Asher and Ethan’s driveway, my chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. I parked and stepped out of the car, my legs shaky beneath me. Asher and Ethan were already waiting for me by the door, their expressions grim.
“You good?” Ethan asked quietly, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something heavier.
I nodded, though it wasn’t true. “I don’t know what just happened,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jason... did he shoot that guy?”
Asher put a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. “Let’s get inside,” he said. “We’ll figure it out.”
We headed into their place, locking the door behind us. The three of us sat in the living room, the weight of what had just happened settling over us like a dark cloud. None of us spoke at first, the silence only broken by the sound of my shaky breaths.
Finally, Asher broke the silence. “You think Jason...?” He didn’t finish the sentence, but we knew what he was asking.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice cracking. “I don’t know what to think.”
Ethan leaned back, his arms crossed, staring at the floor. “We need to be careful,” he said, his tone serious. “If the cops come asking questions, we don’t know anything. We were just playing ball and left when things got crazy.”
Asher nodded, but I could see the worry in his eyes. “Yeah, but what about Jason? If he—”
“Don’t,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “If you didn't see him do it, then we don't accuse him of anything.”
Asher and Ethan exchanged a look but didn’t push me. Instead, we sat there in silence, the weight of the night pressing down on us. I didn’t know what was going to happen next.
"Let's just get this off our minds right now," Asher said, breaking the heavy silence. He stood up abruptly and walked over to their sound system, pulling out his phone. Soon, the bass-heavy beats of hip-hop filled the room, drowning out the echoes of gunshots still ringing in our heads.
"Let's fucking drink guys!" Asher announced, already heading to the kitchen. The clink of glasses and the sound of bottles being pulled from cabinets followed.
As Asher started pouring the shots, I held up my hand. "Wait a second," I said, my voice tight. I needed a moment—needed to try something. I walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out my phone. I dialed Jason's number, listening to it ring... and ring... and ring. Voicemail. I tried again. And again. Each time, nothing. My stomach churned with worry as I typed out a message:
"Jason, please call me back. I need to know you're safe. Please."
I stared at the screen for a moment, waiting for it to light up with a response. Nothing came. Leaning over the sink, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the anxiety that clung to me like a second skin. The cool water helped if only a little. I grabbed a towel, dried my face, and took a deep breath before heading back to the living room.
Asher was waiting with a shot glass extended toward me. I took it without hesitation, throwing it back in one swift motion. The liquor burned going down, but it was a welcome distraction from the chaos in my head. "Another," I said, holding out the empty glass.
The next hour passed in a blur of shots—five of them, maybe more. The alcohol worked its magic, dulling the sharp edges of our memories from earlier. The music seemed louder now, the bass vibrating through my chest as we talked about anything and everything except what had happened at the court.
Ethan pulled out some weed, and soon, the apartment filled with a different kind of smoke. The combination of alcohol and weed wrapped around us like a protective bubble, insulating us from the reality waiting outside these walls. We laughed at stupid jokes and told old stories, which almost felt normal.
"Yo, I'm starving," Ethan announced, pulling out his phone. He called some restaurant, ordering what sounded like enough food for ten people. When the buffalo wings arrived, I attacked them like I hadn't eaten in days. The spicy sauce burned my lips, but I couldn't stop. Twenty wings disappeared before I even realized what I was doing.
The food, the alcohol, the weed—it all hit me at once. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as I sank deeper into the couch. The last thing I remember was Asher and Ethan's voices becoming distant, like they were talking from the other end of a long tunnel.
Everything went dark as I passed out on their couch, the events of the day finally catching up with me. The last coherent thought I had before sleep took me was of Jason, hoping wherever he was, he was safe.
Suddenly, I felt the couch shift beneath me, faint laughter echoing in the background. I was too far gone to open my eyes or even move, but I could sense Asher and Ethan hovering nearby.
“Yo, watch this,” Asher whispered, his voice barely audible over the faint music still playing in the background.
I felt something soft press against my lips—warm, unfamiliar, and definitely not what I wanted to wake up to. My brain struggled to piece together what was happening, but before I could react, it was gone, replaced by the sound of muffled laughter.
“Dude, stop!” Ethan hissed, though he was clearly trying to hold back his own laughter. “He’s gonna wake up!”
“Nah, he’s out cold,” Asher said, his voice filled with mischief. A moment later, I felt a sharp tickle against my feet, and my body twitched involuntarily. I groaned, still half-asleep, but they didn’t stop. The tickling continued, their laughter growing louder as I squirmed on the couch.
“Okay, okay, watch this,” Ethan said, his voice brimming with excitement. With a mischievous grin, he jokingly slapped his dick across my face, his laughter echoing through the room. I had no idea what they were doing, but I could feel them moving around me, their energy chaotic and playful.
Asher, beside him, couldn’t hold back his amusement. “Hold up… Now, let me do it,” he said, grinning as he joined in.
Then, just as I started to come to, I felt something drop against my forehead—soft and heavy. My eyes shot open, and I was met with the sight of Asher standing over me, teabagging me, a triumphant grin on his face. It took me a second to process what had just happened, but when I realized he had just teabagged me, I shot up from the couch with a burst of energy I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh, you motherfucker!” I growled, lunging at Asher. He let out a startled yelp, but it quickly turned into laughter as I tackled him onto the couch, pinning him down with my weight.
“Bro, chill!” Asher wheezed, now laughing uncontrollably with his pants still down. “It was just a joke!”
“A joke? Let's play around then bitch,” I said, my voice full of mock menace. I grabbed a nearby pillow and started whacking him with it; each hit punctuated by his laughter and feeble attempts to shield himself.
Ethan, of course, was no help. He was doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “Oh my God, I can’t—this is too good,” he managed to choke out between gasps.
Asher tried to fight back, but I had the upper hand. I dug my fingers into his sides, tickling him mercilessly until he was practically screaming for mercy. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he cried, tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard.
Without warning, I launched forward, engulfing Asher's semi-hard cock in my mouth and swallowing it down to the base. Asher let out a strangled moan, his back arching sharply as his dick stiffened fully deep down my throat. "Oh shit!" he loudly roared, his toes curling in shock and pleasure.
Ethan froze mid-laugh, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he watched the unexpected turn of events unfold before him. "Hey, bro! What the fuck?!" he sputtered, his voice a shocked blend of surprise and disbelief.
I ignored Ethan's outburst, focusing instead on the thick shaft pulsing in my throat. I bobbed my head, setting a steady rhythm as I worked Asher's cock with practiced ease.
Asher gave me a smirk, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting, while Ethan stood nearby, hesitating for a moment before I motioned him over. “Don’t just stand there,” I said with a grin. “Bring your ass over here.”
Ethan chuckled nervously, stepping closer as the playful atmosphere in the room shifted. "Take your clothes off, Ethan," I commanded, my voice husky with arousal as I released Asher's cock from my mouth with a wet pop.
Ethan didn't hesitate, quickly stripping off his clothes to reveal his toned, athletic body. His cock sprang free, already rock-hard and eager for attention. I wrapped my hand around it, giving a few pumps as I leaned in to take him into my mouth.
"Mmmmm," I murmured around his length, my tongue swirling over the sensitive head. Ethan let out a choked moan, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me in place.
Meanwhile, Asher watched with a smug grin, clearly enjoying the show. "Damn, I can't believe we're doing this," he said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and excitement. I ignored his comment, too focused on pleasuring Ethan. I took him deeper, my throat constricting around his thickness as I sucked harder.
Ethan's hips bucked, his grip on my hair tightening as he lost himself in the sensation. "Fuck, Noah," he gasped, his breath hitching in his chest. "That feels amazing."
I hummed in agreement, my own arousal building at the sounds of their pleasure. I looked down at Asher, meeting his gaze with a sultry smirk. "Your turn," I said, releasing Ethan's cock from my mouth with a lewd slurp.
Asher's eyes darkened with desire as I descended upon his cock once more, taking him deep into my throat. I bobbed my head, my lips sealing around his shaft as I sucked him with renewed intensity. At the same time, my left hand wrapped around Ethan's slick cock, pumping it in time with the rhythm of my mouth on Asher.
Ethan's moans mingled with Asher's, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. I could taste the salty precum dripping from Asher's tip, and the musky scent of Ethan's arousal wafted up to tease my nose. The dual sensations drove me wild, my own cock throbbing in my shorts as I worked them both over.
Asher's hands found their way to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly as he guided my movements. "Fuck yeah, Noah, just like that," Asher groaned, his hips rocking forward to meet my enthusiastic sucks. I increased the pace, my throat muscles massaging his shaft as I took him to the hilt.
Ethan's breathy gasps filled the air as I stroked his cock in tandem with Asher's pleasure. "Shit, Noah... Stroke that dick," he moaned, his abs tensing under my touch.
After a few moments of pleasing them, I stood up confidently and peeled off my clothes, revealing my sexy physique to the eager gazes of Asher and Ethan. Both men were transfixed, their cocks still in their hands, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
“Alright,” I said, breaking the silence with a grin. “Where’s the lube?”
Asher raised an eyebrow and replied with a chuckle, “Well damn, you’re not fucking around.” He continued, “I actually have some in my room.”
Without hesitation, he stood up, his usual playful demeanor mixed with determination. His shorts completely fell down as he slipped off his shirt, walking toward the hallway and leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind him. Ethan and I exchanged glances—half amused, half intrigued—before following him.
We made our way to Asher's room; the tension in the air was palpable. Once inside, he walked directly to the nightstand and rummaged through the drawer to retrieve the lube. Asher handed it to me, and I tossed it to Ethan, who caught it deftly. "Get me ready," I ordered, my voice low and commanding.
I pushed Asher onto the bed, positioning myself on my stomach between his spread legs. I wasted no time, trailing my tongue along his chiseled abdomen, savoring the saltiness of his skin. I lingered at his navel, swirling my tongue around the indentation.
Hearing the sounds of Ethan complying to my commands, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before approaching me. I spread my legs wider, presenting myself to him eagerly.
Ethan wasted no time, sliding his lubed fingers along my crack and circling my puckered entrance. I looked back. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed a finger inside me.
I let out a soft gasp, my body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. Ethan worked his finger in and out, gradually increasing the depth and speed as I relaxed into his touch. "More," I breathed, my hips rolling forward to meet his thrusts.
Ethan added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me further. I moaned, my head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Asher's hands grasped my head, guiding his thick cock back toward my eager mouth. I opened wide, welcoming him inside with a hungry moan. He groaned in delight as I began to suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft while my cheeks hollowed with each downward pull.
Ethan continued to work his fingers in and out of my stretched hole, coating my inner walls with lube. "Fuck Noah, I think it’s almost loose enough," he declared, adding a third finger to join the others. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Asher's cock dominating my mouth and Ethan's digits probing my ass.
Asher's hands tightened in my hair as he started to thrust, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes. "Ungh, just like that," he grunted, his hips snapping faster as he chased his climax.
His hips stuttered, his cock twitching in my mouth as I slowed my suction. Asher's breath hitched, and his abs contracted, clearly fighting the urge to cum prematurely. I released him with a gentle slurp, allowing him to catch his breath as I lavished attention on his torso once more.
Moving higher, I captured a nipple between my lips and gently sucked, eliciting a low moan from Asher. His back arched, and his hands fisted in the sheets as I teased the sensitive bud. I switched to the other nipple, alternating between soft licks and playful nips, driving him wild with pleasure.
Ethan's whisper caught my attention as I worked Asher into a frenzy. "Can I...stick it in?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely audible over Asher's ragged breathing.
"Yes, Ethan, bury that fat dick deep inside me," I urged, my voice husky with lust. "Make that ass yours."
Ethan's eyes widened, a look of pure desire overtaking his features. Without another word, he positioned himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my stretched hole. I reached back, guiding him forward as he slowly pushed inside, his thick girth stretching me deliciously.
"Oh fuck, Noah," Ethan groaned, his hips sinking deeper as he claimed me. "So tight...feel so fucking good."
"That's right, Ethan, tear his ass up," Asher growled, his own cock twitching in anticipation. The encouragement spurred Ethan on, and his thrusts grew more forceful as he buried himself inside me.
I turned my attention back to Asher, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as Ethan pounded me from behind. Our tongues danced, exchanging heated moans as I savored the taste of him. Meanwhile, Ethan's hands gripped my hips, slamming me back against him with every powerful stroke.
In the midst of our tangled desires, I felt Asher's hands leave my face to land a series of sharp slaps on my reddening cheeks, spreading my buttocks open for a more profound penetration. The sudden sting sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying the sensations Ethan was evoking within me.
Without a heads up, I suddenly twisted, dislodging Ethan's cock from my ass with a nasty pop. He let out a startled grunt, momentarily stunned by the abrupt change in momentum.
Before either of them could react, I climbed atop Asher, straddling his waist as I reached for his throbbing erection. I grasped his cock firmly, guiding it to my opening and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.
"Ahhhn, fuck!" Asher cried out, his hands flying to my hips as I impaled myself on his thick shaft. I reveled in the feeling of being stretched around him, my inner walls clenching greedily.
Breathing heavily, I looked down at Asher, his eyes glazed with lust as he gazed up at me. "Damn, Noah, what are you doing to us?" he whispers, feeling overwhelmed.
I ignored him, instead turning to face Ethan with a wicked grin. "Stick that dick in, too," I commanded, my voice husky with arousal.
Ethan's eyebrows shot up; concern etched on his features. "Are you sure, Noah? That's a lot...we might hurt you."
I nodded, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Come here," I purred, reaching back to beckon him closer. "Now stick that fat dick in too."
Sensing Ethan's hesitation, Asher chimed in, his voice rough with desire. "Just do it, Ethan. Just relax and let him guide you. Let’s give him what he wants."
Ethan's resolve crumbled under the weight of our combined persuasion. I grabbed his pulsing cock, aligning it with my stretched hole.
"Easy," I coached, my voice a soothing murmur in his ear. "Let me adjust to both of you."
Slowly, Ethan pressed forward, his thick shaft parting my ass cheeks even more as he sank into me alongside Asher. A guttural moan escaped my lips as the dual invasion hit me, the twin sensations of fullness and pressure overwhelming my senses.
"Oh god, Noah..." Ethan gasped, his hips grinding against mine as he struggled to adjust to the tight heat enveloping him. "This feels incredible..."
Asher, nestled deep within my core, reached up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing tenderly over my cheekbones. "Look at me, Noah," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
I obeyed, locking eyes with him as he pulled me down for another searing kiss. Our mouths melded together, tongues grinding in a wet, seductive duel that left me breathless.
As we kissed, Ethan began to move, his hips swiveling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me clinging to Asher's shoulders. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, the friction of their cocks rubbing against my sensitive inner walls sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins.
I broke the kiss, panting heavily as I gazed down at Asher, my eyes hazy with lust. "Fuck me harder," I demanded, my voice husky with need. "Both of you!”Asher groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he matched Ethan's pace, the three of us moving in perfect sync.
Asher's powerful thrusts jolted me forward, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me with relentless precision. Ethan mirrored his movements, his own girthy shaft sliding alongside Asher's in a deliciously tight embrace.
The dual penetration was intense, each stroke igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that coursed through my body. I threw my head back, my cries of ecstasy mingling with the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
"Harder!" I begged, my nails digging into Asher's shoulders as I rode the storm of sensation. "You motherfuckers better fuck me good!"
Asher snarled, his hips hammering against mine with brutal force. Ethan followed suit, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his peak. Together, they drove me to the brink, their cocks stretching and claiming every inch of my willing ass.
Ethan's voice rose in a hoarse cry, his words punctuated by the frantic pace of our coupling. "Asher, I can feel your dick inside of him! Ahh fuck, it feels so good!"
The realization only heightened the intensity, our bodies moving in a frenzied dance as our cocks slid against each other, our heavy balls slapping together with each thrust. The lewd sound seemed to spur us on, driving us to new heights of depravity.
Asher's hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing the firm globes as he drove into me with renewed vigor. Ethan's fingers dug into my hips, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak.
Ethan's voice cracked with desperation, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Oh god, I'm fucking close... Slow down, Asher, you're gonna make me cum!"
But Asher remained silent and focused, and his piercing gaze stayed locked onto mine as he sped up his relentless assault. The increased tempo had me moaning louder, my body writhing in ecstasy.
Ethan's plea turned to a frantic wail as his orgasm crashed over him. "Oh fuck! Here it comes... Here it comes!" His entire body convulsed violently, his cock throbbing wildly inside me as he emptied himself in a torrential flood.
His vocal release echoed through the room, a guttural roar of pleasure that seemed to shake the foundations of the condominium.
As Ethan's spent body lay beside us, a muffled sound emanated from beneath the sheets - "Drained." Seeing his fatigue, I felt an urgent craving to fill him up, to creampie the man who had just brought me such immense pleasure.
With a swift movement, I hopped off Asher's thick, veiny dick and ran my fingers between my cum-filled cheeks, scooping up the slick residue. Catching Ethan by surprise, I smoothly swiped the cum across his tight, puckered hole, the coolness contrasting with the heat of his skin.
Before he could process what was happening, I sank my cock down deep inside him, burying myself to the hilt. Ethan's scream pierced the air, muffled by the sheets as he was taken by surprise.
I paused, giving him a moment to acclimate to the sudden invasion, knowing I'd likely caused him some discomfort. Asher looked at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
After a brief respite, I began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside Ethan before plunging back in, setting a steady rhythm. Ethan's body tensed, his hands balling into fists in the sheets as he struggled to adjust to the intense sensation.
Asher, seemingly inspired by my actions, rose from the bed and positioned himself behind me. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached around and grasped my hip, guiding my movements as he lined up his own cock with my stretched entrance.
"I'm going to fill this ass up," Asher purred, his voice low and seductive.
Ethan's moans grew louder, his body quivering with each powerful thrust. "Fuck, Noah, you're so deep... Ungh, please hurry up and fucking cum!"
I grunted in response, my hips snapping forward as I fucked into him relentlessly. "Take that dick bitch! You want me to cum? You want me to breed this tight little ass, don't you?"
Asher's hands tightened on my hip, his grip bruising as he aligned his cock with my entrance. "Ah, fuck, you ready for this load, Noah?" he growled, his hot breath tickling my ear.
I nodded, my own breath coming in ragged pants. "Fill me up, Asher. Give me that thick fucking load."
Ethan's pleas became increasingly desperate, his voice cracking with urgency. "Please, Noah, I need you to cum! Fill me up, breed me, anything! Just please, oh god, cum inside me!"
His words ignited a firestorm within me, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I roared, my voice echoing through the room as I exploded inside Ethan, my cock throbbing and pulsing as it painted his insides with my hot, viscous seed.
Ethan's ass clenched around me, his body spasming in ecstasy as he milked my cock for every last drop. His screams of pleasure mingled with my own, creating a cacophony of raw, animalistic sounds.
As I rode out the aftershocks of my intense climax, Asher's movements intensified behind me. His cock throbbed and pulsed, growing impossibly harder as he prepared to unleash his own load.
"Holy fuuuck, Noah, I'm gonna... Ahhhh, FUCK!" Asher's voice rose to a crescendo, his words dissolving into a guttural, animalistic roar as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.
His cock erupted, flooding my insides with an overflow of hot, sticky cum. I could feel it pooling deep within my bowels, the sheer volume forcing my own spent cock to twitch and leak a few final drops inside Ethan.
Asher's moans were raw and unrestrained, each one dripping with primal need. They echoed like a seductive melody, a testament to the relentless pleasure consuming him.
Asher's body trembled against mine, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself completely. I could feel his cum sloshing around inside me, the sensation both filthy and exhilarating.
Finally, Asher's climax subsided, leaving him panting heavily against my back. Ethan shifted beneath me, still impaled on my softening length, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps—likely from the weight pressing him down.
"Fuck, that was intense," Ethan whispered, his voice weak but filled with awe. "Bro, you don't have to worry about me fucking with you while your sleep anymore."
I let out a low, satisfied chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. Shaking my head with a smirk, I stared at the white sheets and muttered, "Y’all don’t know when to stop playing" A playful grin spread across my face as I added, "You motherfuckers play way too much."
Asher, still lodged deep within me, nuzzled my neck affectionately. His weak laughter added to the mood, warm and breathless, as he murmured, "You drained the hell out of me." The sound of his voice, laced with exhaustion and satisfaction, made my lips curl into a soft, knowing smile.
The three of us untangled ourselves in a lazy haze, our bodies warm and sated from the shared intensity. We rolled off one another, limbs brushing and breaths still mingling as the quiet of the room settled around us. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed us, completely naked and wrapped in a blissful, unspoken closeness that needed no words.
The sharp, incessant ringing of my phone cut through the quiet of the early morning, dragging me from the haze of sleep. My body ached in the best way possible, a dull reminder of the night before. I blinked groggily, realizing I wasn’t in my own bed but in Asher’s. The sheets were a mess, tangled around my legs, and the faint scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air.
Rubbing my face, I sat up slowly, my head pounding slightly from the mix of alcohol and weed. The phone continued to ring, its shrill tone grating against my ears. Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, feeling the stiffness in my thighs and lower back as I made my way to the living room.
The couch was still in disarray, cushions askew from where I’d passed out before everything escalated last night. My phone was vibrating wildly on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment, staring at it. Who the hell would be calling me this early? Still, curiosity got the better of me, and I grabbed it, swiping to answer.
“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice rough with sleep.
A robotic voice greeted me, the words hitting me like a bucket of ice water.
"Hello, this call is from an inmate at the Miami-Dade County Jail. This call is being recorded and monitored. If you wish to accept this call, please press '1.' If you do not wish to accept this call, please hang up."
My stomach dropped, and a cold sense of dread washed over me. Miami-Dade County Jail? There was only one person I could think of who might be calling me from there. Without hesitation, I pressed "1," my heart racing as I waited for the call to connect.
There was a brief pause, the sound of static crackling faintly in the background. Then, a familiar voice came through, shaky but unmistakable.
“Hey, Noah!” Jason’s voice rang out, a mix of relief and nervous energy.
“Jason?” I breathed, my grip tightening on the phone. “Oh my God, are you okay? What the hell is going on, bro? Why are you calling me from jail?”
He let out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with exhaustion. “Yeah, man, I’m... I’m okay, I guess. But shit’s bad, Noah. Real bad.”
Asher's powerful thrusts jolted me forward, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me with relentless precision. Ethan mirrored his movements, his own girthy shaft sliding alongside Asher's in a deliciously tight embrace.
The dual penetration was intense, each stroke igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that coursed through my body. I threw my head back, my cries of ecstasy mingling with the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
"Harder!" I begged, my nails digging into Asher's shoulders as I rode the storm of sensation. "You motherfuckers better fuck me good!"
Asher snarled, his hips hammering against mine with brutal force. Ethan followed suit, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his peak. Together, they drove me to the brink, their cocks stretching and claiming every inch of my willing ass.
Ethan's voice rose in a hoarse cry, his words punctuated by the frantic pace of our coupling. "Asher, I can feel your dick inside of him! Ahh fuck, it feels so good!"
The realization only heightened the intensity, our bodies moving in a frenzied dance as our cocks slid against each other, our heavy balls slapping together with each thrust. The lewd sound seemed to spur us on, driving us to new heights of depravity.
Asher's hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing the firm globes as he drove into me with renewed vigor. Ethan's fingers dug into my hips, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak.
Ethan's voice cracked with desperation, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Oh god, I'm fucking close... Slow down, Asher, you're gonna make me cum!"
But Asher remained silent and focused, and his piercing gaze stayed locked onto mine as he sped up his relentless assault. The increased tempo had me moaning louder, my body writhing in ecstasy.
Ethan's plea turned to a frantic wail as his orgasm crashed over him. "Oh fuck! Here it comes... Here it comes!" His entire body convulsed violently, his cock throbbing wildly inside me as he emptied himself in a torrential flood.
His vocal release echoed through the room, a guttural roar of pleasure that seemed to shake the foundations of the condominium.
As Ethan's spent body lay beside us, a muffled sound emanated from beneath the sheets - "Drained." Seeing his fatigue, I felt an urgent craving to fill him up, to creampie the man who had just brought me such immense pleasure.
With a swift movement, I hopped off Asher's thick, veiny dick and ran my fingers between my cum-filled cheeks, scooping up the slick residue. Catching Ethan by surprise, I smoothly swiped the cum across his tight, puckered hole, the coolness contrasting with the heat of his skin.
Before he could process what was happening, I sank my cock down deep inside him, burying myself to the hilt. Ethan's scream pierced the air, muffled by the sheets as he was taken by surprise.
I paused, giving him a moment to acclimate to the sudden invasion, knowing I'd likely caused him some discomfort. Asher looked at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
After a brief respite, I began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside Ethan before plunging back in, setting a steady rhythm. Ethan's body tensed, his hands balling into fists in the sheets as he struggled to adjust to the intense sensation.
Asher, seemingly inspired by my actions, rose from the bed and positioned himself behind me. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached around and grasped my hip, guiding my movements as he lined up his own cock with my stretched entrance.
"I'm going to fill this ass up," Asher purred, his voice low and seductive.
Ethan's moans grew louder, his body quivering with each powerful thrust. "Fuck, Noah, you're so deep... Ungh, please hurry up and fucking cum!"
I grunted in response, my hips snapping forward as I fucked into him relentlessly. "Take that dick bitch! You want me to cum? You want me to breed this tight little ass, don't you?"
Asher's hands tightened on my hip, his grip bruising as he aligned his cock with my entrance. "Ah, fuck, you ready for this load, Noah?" he growled, his hot breath tickling my ear.
I nodded, my own breath coming in ragged pants. "Fill me up, Asher. Give me that thick fucking load."
Ethan's pleas became increasingly desperate, his voice cracking with urgency. "Please, Noah, I need you to cum! Fill me up, breed me, anything! Just please, oh god, cum inside me!"
His words ignited a firestorm within me, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I roared, my voice echoing through the room as I exploded inside Ethan, my cock throbbing and pulsing as it painted his insides with my hot, viscous seed.
Ethan's ass clenched around me, his body spasming in ecstasy as he milked my cock for every last drop. His screams of pleasure mingled with my own, creating a cacophony of raw, animalistic sounds.
As I rode out the aftershocks of my intense climax, Asher's movements intensified behind me. His cock throbbed and pulsed, growing impossibly harder as he prepared to unleash his own load.
"Holy fuuuck, Noah, I'm gonna... Ahhhh, FUCK!" Asher's voice rose to a crescendo, his words dissolving into a guttural, animalistic roar as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.
His cock erupted, flooding my insides with an overflow of hot, sticky cum. I could feel it pooling deep within my bowels, the sheer volume forcing my own spent cock to twitch and leak a few final drops inside Ethan.
Asher's moans were raw and unrestrained, each one dripping with primal need. They echoed like a seductive melody, a testament to the relentless pleasure consuming him.
Asher's body trembled against mine, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself completely. I could feel his cum sloshing around inside me, the sensation both filthy and exhilarating.
Finally, Asher's climax subsided, leaving him panting heavily against my back. Ethan shifted beneath me, still impaled on my softening length, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps—likely from the weight pressing him down.
"Fuck, that was intense," Ethan whispered, his voice weak but filled with awe. "Bro, you don't have to worry about me fucking with you while your sleep anymore."
I let out a low, satisfied chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. Shaking my head with a smirk, I stared at the white sheets and muttered, "Y’all don’t know when to stop playing" A playful grin spread across my face as I added, "You motherfuckers play way too much."
Asher, still lodged deep within me, nuzzled my neck affectionately. His weak laughter added to the mood, warm and breathless, as he murmured, "You drained the hell out of me." The sound of his voice, laced with exhaustion and satisfaction, made my lips curl into a soft, knowing smile.
The three of us untangled ourselves in a lazy haze, our bodies warm and sated from the shared intensity. We rolled off one another, limbs brushing and breaths still mingling as the quiet of the room settled around us. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed us, completely naked and wrapped in a blissful, unspoken closeness that needed no words.
The sharp, incessant ringing of my phone cut through the quiet of the early morning, dragging me from the haze of sleep. My body ached in the best way possible, a dull reminder of the night before. I blinked groggily, realizing I wasn’t in my own bed but in Asher’s. The sheets were a mess, tangled around my legs, and the faint scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air.
Rubbing my face, I sat up slowly, my head pounding slightly from the mix of alcohol and weed. The phone continued to ring, its shrill tone grating against my ears. Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, feeling the stiffness in my thighs and lower back as I made my way to the living room.
The couch was still in disarray, cushions askew from where I’d passed out before everything escalated last night. My phone was vibrating wildly on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment, staring at it. Who the hell would be calling me this early? Still, curiosity got the better of me, and I grabbed it, swiping to answer.
“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice rough with sleep.
A robotic voice greeted me, the words hitting me like a bucket of ice water.
"Hello, this call is from an inmate at the Miami-Dade County Jail. This call is being recorded and monitored. If you wish to accept this call, please press '1.' If you do not wish to accept this call, please hang up."
My stomach dropped, and a cold sense of dread washed over me. Miami-Dade County Jail? There was only one person I could think of who might be calling me from there. Without hesitation, I pressed "1," my heart racing as I waited for the call to connect.
There was a brief pause, the sound of static crackling faintly in the background. Then, a familiar voice came through, shaky but unmistakable.
“Hey, Noah!” Jason’s voice rang out, a mix of relief and nervous energy.
“Jason?” I breathed, my grip tightening on the phone. “Oh my God, are you okay? What the hell is going on, bro? Why are you calling me from jail?”
He let out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with exhaustion. “Yeah, man, I’m... I’m okay, I guess. But shit’s bad, Noah. Real bad.”
Sorry for the delay, I was too busy edging myself. 
And yes I came a lot! I hope you will do the same.
And yes I came a lot! I hope you will do the same.
Amazing man. Keeps getting better and better.Sorry for the delay, I was too busy edging myself.
Wow! Double penetration! Wooow! That was hot and intense! Thank you @MastiffNutz !
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I did!Sorry for the delay, I was too busy edging myself.
Great job!- M_11,
It was perfect, @MastiffNutz !As I ravaged his mouth, suddenly, Connor's softening cock slipped free, allowing a river of semen to gush forth and coat his thighs.
Breaking the kiss, I relaxed on top of Connor, both of us panting heavily as we recovered from our intense encounter. A heavy silence settled between us, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.
After several long moments, Connor stirred beneath me, his voice hoarse as he muttered, "Damn Noah, what the fuck was that?"
In response, I found myself welling up with unexpected tears. Burying my face against the crook of his neck and shoulder, I let them flow freely, my slender frame shaking with the force of my emotions. I clung to him tightly, seeking solace in his embrace.
Connor immediately wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed against his chest. "Hey, hey, it's okay, bro," he murmured softly, stroking my hair in a soothing gesture. "I'm sorry if I did anything. Please forgive me."
I shook my head vehemently, my voice muffled against his skin as I choked out, "No, it's not that. It's...it's something else entirely."
Connor tightened his embrace, rocking me gently as I cried. "Shh, it's alright," he whispered. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Just let it all out, bro. I got you, Noah." His large hands rubbed slow circles along my back, offering comfort and support without judgment.
- This chapter is brief but packed with intensity.
