Tempting the Straight: A Game of Seduction with My Attractive Friends

[Infamous Hacker]

I've cum so many times from this story! Connors parts are my favorite. So hot!

 

[NOTYKTY]

“What nicknames do you gay boys give yourselves?” Connor asked with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to be funny. “First of all, I'm bisexual; I like pussy too,” I say with enthusiasm. Connor bursts into laughter, and I can clearly see the astonishment written all over his face.

Connor's laughter subsided, replaced by a thoughtful expression as he considered my revelation about bisexuality. "Wow, really? That's new information," he said, his tone tinged with genuine surprise. Before I could respond further, "Well, call some bitches over, so we can fuck them together!"

I chuckled at his crude proposal, shaking my head. "Next time, bro. I have to work today," I reminded him. Connor pouted playfully, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated manner. “Aww, come on… you can miss work. I’m just messing around; you’ve drained me anyway,” he teased, a hint of mock sorrow in his voice.

Once everything was ready, I carried our food to the coffee table and settled beside him, our thighs brushing as I set the plates down. "Eat up," I encouraged, picking up my fork and digging in.

As we ate, the comfortable silence between us was punctuated only by the occasional clink of silverware against plates and contented hums of satisfaction. After finishing our meal, I leaned back against the cushions, stretching my arms above my head with a languid sigh.

Connor mirrored my movements, our bodies instinctively seeking contact as we curled up close together. “Noah, that was fucking delicious.” His arm slid around my waist, drawing me flush against his side. "Whoever you end up settling down with is going to be lucky, bro," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I stood up from the couch, grabbed our empty plates, and carried them back to the kitchen. "Alright, I better get ready for work," I announced, my voice tinged with reluctance at having to part ways.

Connor waved dismissively, patting the spot beside him invitingly. "I’ll be waiting right here for you," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I shot him a skeptical look, one eyebrow arched. "Oh hell no, all shit will be gone when I get back. Motherfucker, I know you." I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.

He let out a hearty laugh at my accusation, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “Noah, I wouldn't do that to you," he reassured me with a cheeky grin.

"Mmhmm, we'll have to build that trust up then," I retorted sarcastically before bursting into laughter, unable to keep a straight face. Connor starts laughing at my jab, the sound rich and infectious.

After wrapping up our lighthearted conversation, I made my way to my bedroom to slip into my uniform. Connor did the same, picking up his clothes from the floor beside my bed.

We stepped out of the apartment, the bright morning sunlight casting long shadows across the pavement. With a final clap on each other's backs, we headed our separate ways.

As I unlocked my car, I called out, "Alright, bro, I'll catch you later."

Connor turned, flashing me a wave. "Take it easy, Noah. See you around."

With a nod, I slipped behind the wheel and fired up the engine. As I pulled away from the curb, I caught a glimpse of Connor strolling down the sidewalk, his confident stride eating up the distance. A smile played on my lips, already looking forward to seeing him again.

The days blurred together, the weeks slipping by in the steady rhythm of work and routine. Connor and I hadn’t crossed paths since that morning, but we’d exchanged a few texts here and there—quick updates, nothing too deep. Life had a way of keeping us occupied.

I was halfway through my weekend to-do list when my phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I picked it up and saw Asher’s name flashing on the screen.

“Yo, Ash. What’s up?” I answered, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder as I leaned against the counter.

“Not much, man. Just thinking it’s been a minute since we all hung out,” Asher said, his voice carrying that easy energy he always had. “Anyway, me and Ethan wanted to go ball downtown. You in?”

I glanced at the clock, then out the window at the clear blue sky. It had been a while since I hit the court, and the idea of shooting hoops sounded better than doing chores the rest of the day.

“Yeah, I’m in,” I said, already heading to grab my sneakers. “What time?”

“Let’s say four. The outside court by the rec center. Bring your A-game, Noah. We play to win.”

I laughed. “I know, bro. See you there in a minute.”

The court was alive with energy as I walked up, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the pavement and the rhythmic thud of the basketball echoing in the air. Asher spotted me first, his face lighting up as he jogged over, tossing the ball to Ethan.

“Yo, Noah’s here!” Asher called out, hyped. He turned to the other team, gesturing with a confident grin. “We’re ready now.”

From across the court, someone shouted, “Let’s go then!” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it right away. When I turned to look, my heart skipped a beat.

It was my cousin Tyler.

He stood with two other guys—twins, by the look of it—and I felt a jolt of surprise as our eyes locked. For a moment, everything else faded away. The noise of the court and the chatter of the players disappeared as we just stared at each other. I hadn’t seen him since that night, since everything had blown up between us.

Before I could say anything, Tyler broke into a grin and jogged over. “Noah,” he said, his voice softer than I expected. Without hesitation, he pulled me into a hug.

“I miss you, man,” he said, his voice low but full of emotion.

I swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in my throat. We were in public, and I wasn’t about to let myself get emotional here. Instead, I patted his back and pulled away, forcing a small smile. “Come on, Cuzzo,” I said, my voice steady. “Let’s play some ball.”

Tyler nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before the familiar competitive glint returned to his eyes. He turned back to his team and motioned for them to come over. “These are my homeboys, Tristan and Nathan.” Tyler said, gesturing toward them.

The twins stepped forward, almost identical down to the way they carried themselves. Tristan gave a quick nod, his expression cool and confident. Nathan, on the other hand, flashed a grin, his energy almost as hyped as Asher’s.

“Sup,” Tristan said simply.

“Y’all ready to lose?” Nathan added, spinning the ball on his finger with a cocky smirk.

Asher let out a hearty laugh and clapped his hands together. “Oh, we’re more than ready. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Ethan, ever the quiet one, just rolled his shoulders and gave a small smirk. “Let’s run it.”

We lined up, the tension and excitement crackling in the air. Tyler and I exchanged one last glance, and I could see the mix of emotions in his eyes—apology, understanding, and maybe even a little pride. But for now, we didn’t need to talk. The court was our space, and the game was about to start.

“Ball in,” Tyler said, tossing it to me with a grin. “Show me what you got, Noah.”

And just like that, the game began.

The game was intense from start to finish. Every shot, every pass, every defensive play felt like it mattered. Tyler and his team didn’t make it easy for us—they were quick, coordinated, and relentless. But Asher, Ethan, and I had chemistry, the kind that doesn’t need words. We played off each other’s energy, and when the final shot left Ethan’s hands and swished through the net, the court erupted in cheers.

“Game!” Asher shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Ethan smirked, nodding silently as usual, while I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. We played our asses off.

Tyler walked over, a grin tugging at his lips despite the loss. He held out his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me into another hug, his voice low but full of emotion. “Family is everything, Noah,” he said, holding on for just a moment longer than usual.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I fought back tears. I couldn’t let them fall here, not in front of everyone. Instead, I leaned back, and with our foreheads touching, I said, “Family is everything. I love you, bro.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes glistening just a little, and we stepped back. The moment was ours, brief but powerful, and it felt like a weight had been lifted between us.

Before I could say more, I heard someone shout my name from the other side of the court. “Noah!” The voice was unmistakable—it was Jason.

I turned to see him jogging over, his face lit up with excitement. “Yo, what’s good, man? I didn’t know you’d be here!” he said, nearly out of breath but grinning ear to ear.

“Jason,” I said, laughing as he clapped me on the back. “What are you doing here?”

“Man, I’ve been running games all day over there,” he said, jerking his thumb toward the far side of the court. “And then I see you, and I’m like, nah, I gotta come over and say what’s up.”

Jason’s energy was contagious, and soon we were all laughing as he talked a mile a minute, telling us about some crazy game he’d just played. Tyler and the twins were listening too, chuckling at his over-the-top story.

But the mood shifted when someone from Jason’s game shouted, “Aye, bro! Come finish the fucking game!” Their tone was sharp, clearly annoyed that Jason had left mid-game to come talk to us.

Jason glanced over his shoulder, waving them off with a casual, “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming motherfucker!” before turning back to us. “Man, some people take this shit way too seriously,” he said, shaking his head.

“Jason,” I said, laughing, “go finish your game before they come over here.”

He grinned, finally jogging back toward his court. “Alright, alright. But we gotta catch up later, Noah!”

As he ran off, Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “Your boy still got a lot of energy like back in high school, huh?”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” I replied, smiling.

The court started to quiet as the games wound down, and I looked over at Tyler, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in weeks. Things weren’t perfect, but they didn’t need to be. We were family, and that was enough.

BANG… BANG… BANG!!!

The sound of the gunshots tore through the air, freezing me in place for a brief moment as panic set in. The once-lively court erupted into chaos. People screamed, scattering in every direction like a swarm of bees disturbed from their hive. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

When I turned around, my stomach dropped. A guy was lying on the ground, his body twisted unnaturally, blood pooling beneath him. The sight made my legs weak, and for a second, I couldn’t move. Everything around me felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Then I saw him—Jason. He was running from the scene, his face pale, his gun clutched tightly in his hand. My heart sank. “Jason?” I whispered, barely able to believe what I was seeing.

It didn’t make sense. Jason was happy and energetic when we saw him just moments ago. I knew he had a quick temper... But him doing something like this over a basketball game. My mind raced as I watched him disappear into the chaos, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was gone.

Too bad you wrote this a few weeks ago instead of last week… you coulda incorporated Luigi Mangione into the plot somehow.

 

[bmagic]

Too bad you wrote this a few weeks ago instead of last week… you coulda incorporated Luigi Mangione into the plot somehow.

No lol

 

[Boywatch200]

I edged myself writing this 3rd chapter, and came so hard.

I bet u did! Every time I read it I’m hard and leaking precum

 

[Boywatch200]

Just want to give a big thanks to everyone for checking this thread out! Some of the chapters are inspired by real-life events, with a dash of sugar added in. Jason, Asher, Ethan, and Mateo are actually based on real people , just with different names.

Please answer the following questions:
Which character did you like the most?
Do you want me to post more Chapters?
Which Chapter is your favorite?
Did some of the chapters make you hard?

Thanks again for your feedback!

I got hard in every single story my favourite character mateo

 

[MastiffNutz]

Almost done with the next chapter.

 

[RhydianJames]

Just want to give a big thanks to everyone for checking this thread out! Some of the chapters are inspired by real-life events, with a dash of sugar added in. Jason, Asher, Ethan, and Mateo are actually based on real people , just with different names.

Please answer the following questions:
Which character did you like the most?
Do you want me to post more Chapters?
Which Chapter is your favorite?
Did some of the chapters make you hard?

Thanks again for your feedback!

Jason.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 12

I sank onto the couch, my mind racing with questions. “What happened? I saw you take off after... after the shooting. Did you—” I stopped myself, unable to finish the question. I didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to say it out loud. "Did you shoot that guy?"

Jason’s voice was sharp and cutting, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Noah, it’s a recorded line,” he hissed, his tone low but urgent.

I froze, my mouth suddenly dry. Shit. Of course, it was. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to reign in my panic. “Right,” I muttered, lowering my voice. “But Jason, I saw you run. You had—”

“Stop,” he snapped, cutting me off. “Just listen, alright? They’re trying to charge me with attempted murder.” His voice cracked, frustration bleeding through the phone.

“Attempted?” I echoed, my stomach twisting into knots. “I thought the guy was dead.”

"Not yet," Jason replied grimly. "But he’s in critical condition. If he doesn’t make it…" His voice trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. “All I know is I didn’t do this shit, Noah.”

I closed my eyes, the gravity of the situation pressing down on me like a weight. "Jason, you need a lawyer. Have you called anyone else? Like your mom?"

He let out a bitter sigh. "I called my mom, but she doesn’t have the money for a lawyer. I have some money in the bank. I don’t think it’ll be enough. They haven't even given me a bond yet."

I sat there in silence, gripping the phone so hard my knuckles turned white. My head was spinning, torn between disbelief and desperation to believe him. “Well,” I said slowly, “do you know who shot the guy?”

Jason’s response came quickly, his tone almost defensive. “Noah, you know we don’t snitch where we come from.”

“Fuck all that,” I snapped, anger bubbling to the surface. “If you know who did the shit, then tell them motherfuckers! Jason, don’t do time for somebody you don’t even know!”

The line went quiet for a moment, the only sound of my own ragged breathing as I tried to calm down. Then, a robotic voice interrupted, cold and detached: “You have one minute remaining in this call.”

Jason’s voice came back, hurried and filled with urgency. “Look, Noah, I called because I need you to go by my house.”

“What?” I asked, caught off guard by the sudden shift.

“There’s a key under a big rock on the right by the front door,” he said quickly, his words tumbling over each other. “I need you to get my inhaler. It’s in my room, in the closet, inside my black backpack. My medical documentation should be in there, too. Just hold it for me. I’m going to see if they can approve me having it.”

I blinked, confused. “Damn, bro, I didn’t even know you used an inhaler.”

“Just do what the fuck I say, please,” Jason snapped, his frustration boiling over.

Before I could respond, the call ended with a sharp click, leaving me sitting in the quiet of the living room, the weight of the conversation settling over me like a shroud. I stared at the phone in my hand, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions.

I didn't have much time to think about it; a noise caught my attention, and I looked up to see Asher stumbling into the living room. He was completely naked, his hair a wild mess, and his face twisted in confusion. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his gaze narrowing as he took in the fact that I was also naked, sitting on the couch.

“What the fuck?” Asher muttered, his voice hoarse. He looked down at himself, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Why the fuck am I naked?”

Before I could respond, Ethan appeared behind him, equally naked and looking just as disoriented. He rubbed his eyes, blinking at the scene in front of him. “Aye, bro, wake up,” Asher said, nudging Ethan’s shoulder. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

Ethan looked around, his gaze darting between me and Asher before landing on the couch. His face betrayed nothing, but I could tell—he remembered. He just wasn’t saying anything. His silence spoke volumes, and it frustrated me because I really didn't want to answer any questions right now.

Asher looked at me again, his confusion quickly turning to suspicion. “Hey, Noah,” he said, his voice rising. “Why the fuck are you naked too?”

I didn’t have the patience for this shit, not after the phone call I’d just had. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I snapped, standing up and grabbing the couch pillow to cover myself. “Asher, we had a fucking threesome, dude.”

Asher’s jaw dropped, his eyes darting between me and Ethan like he was waiting for one of us to tell him I was joking. “Hold up,” he said, his voice almost a shout. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“Just what the fuck I said,” I replied, my patience wearing thin. “You don’t remember shit?”

Asher shook his head, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Bro, the last thing I remember was playing with you while you were asleep.”

“Yeah, remember I woke up?" I said slowly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “And then we decided to take it a step further. Next thing I know, we’re all naked, and you’re begging me to suck your dick.”

Ethan cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh, yeah,” he said, his voice quiet. “That... that happened.”

Asher’s face turned bright red, his hands flying to his head as he groaned. “What the fuck, man,” he muttered, pacing back and forth. “I can’t believe this shit. I don’t even... I’m not fucking drinking no more!”

“Look,” I said, my tone firm. “Fuck all of that. It happened. We were all drunk and high, and shit got out of hand. It’s not the end of the world, Asher. Just... get over it.”

Asher stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he let out a heavy sigh. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This is so fucked up. How the fuck are y'all so calm?”

The room was thick with tension, the kind that made the air feel heavier. Asher stood there looking at me, his face twisted in confusion as if he couldn’t wrap his head around why I wasn’t reacting as he thought I should. The thing is, I didn't have time for this. I'm thinking to myself that I know Asher remembers our first time fucking because the next day, he was acting awkward, but it's whatever.

Meanwhile, Ethan looked like he wanted to disappear into the couch cushions, his eyes darting everywhere but toward me.

I leaned back, letting out a sharp, bitter laugh to cut through the silence. “You know what?” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t have time for this shit right now. I’ve got bigger problems to deal with.”

Asher’s frown deepened, his confusion giving way to concern. “What do you mean? What’s going on?”

I exhaled slowly, debating how much to say. Finally, I decided to give them the broad strokes, leaving out the part Jason had asked me to keep quiet. “Jason called me,” I started, my voice flat. “He’s locked up in the County Jail. They’re trying to charge him with attempted murder for that shooting at the basketball court. He swore that he wasn't the one who shot the dude.”

Asher’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open slightly. “What the fuck? Attempted murder? Are you serious?”

I shrugged, keeping my tone casual even though the weight of it all pressed against my chest. “Apparently, the guy Jason shot isn’t dead yet. If he dies, they’ll upgrade the charges to first-degree murder. Either way, Jason’s in deep shit.”

Ethan let out a low whistle, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Shit, man. That’s heavy. Does he know who actually shot the guy?”

I shook my head. “No clue. Even if he did, you know Jason. He’s not about to snitch. He’s stuck in there unless someone else talks or they find some evidence to clear him.”

Asher rubbed a hand over his face, clearly trying to process everything. “Jesus,” he muttered. “I don't think Jason’s the type to just shoot someone for no reason. You believe him?”

I glanced at him, my expression unreadable. “Yeah,” I said simply. “I believe him. Jason’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid.”

Ethan sat back, his brow furrowed in thought. “Still, man, attempted murder? That’s not something you can just brush off. If they’ve got anything on him—witnesses, evidence, whatever—it’s gonna be hard to fight that.”

“That’s the problem,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don't think Jason has the money for a good lawyer, and you already know how that works. They’re gonna try to bury him unless someone steps up.”

Asher let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch. “Man, that’s so fucked. It’s always the same shit. They don’t even care if he’s guilty or not—they just want someone to blame.”

“Exactly,” I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “And Jason’s not in any position to defend himself. He’s just sitting in there, waiting for the worst.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of the conversation settling over us like a thick fog. I could feel Asher and Ethan’s eyes on me, but I didn’t look at either of them. My mind was already racing, trying to figure out my next move.

Finally, Ethan broke the silence, his voice cautious. “So... what are you gonna do? You’re not thinking about getting involved in this, are you?”

I didn’t answer right away, my jaw tightening as I stared at the floor. “I don’t know yet,” I said finally. “But I’m not just gonna sit here and do nothing. Jason’s my boy. I owe him that much.”

Asher’s gaze lingered on me; his worry etched deep in the furrow of his brow. “Just… be careful, bro,” he said, his voice low but firm. “This kind of shit… it can pull you under if you’re not careful.”

Sitting with his elbows on his knees, Ethan glanced up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did he ask you to do something? Like, help him out or something?” he asked, his tone sharper than I expected.

For a brief moment, I froze, the question hitting me harder than I thought it would. But I recovered quickly, shaking my head as casually as I could. “Nah,” I said, lying through my teeth. “He just wanted me to know what was going on. I told him I’d see what I could do, but that’s it.”

Ethan didn’t look entirely convinced, his eyes studying me like he was waiting for a crack in my story. But after a tense moment, he leaned back against the arm of the couch, his expression softening into something more resigned. “This whole thing’s fucked,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “Jason doesn’t deserve this.”

“Nobody innocent does,” Asher added bitterly, his arms crossed over his chest. “But that doesn’t stop it from happening, does it?”

I let out a slow breath, the weight of their words pressing down on me. “I know,” I said, my voice softer now, almost tired. “That’s why I need to figure something out. I’m not just gonna leave my boy hanging.”

I tossed the pillow I’d been holding back onto the couch, letting out a sharp breath. “Alright,” I said, standing up. “Let me get dressed and get a move on.”

I walked toward Asher’s room, and they both followed like lost puppies. Once inside, I slipped into my boxers, the fabric cold against my skin. Asher let out a playful whistle, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Damn, Noah,” he teased, smirking. “You trying to distract us or something?”

I shot him a playful grin, appreciating the effort even though my head was still a mess. “Calm down, bro,” I said as I grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head. Ethan and Asher, still completely naked, just stood there, their faces a mix of concern and awkwardness. They didn’t say anything; they just watched me as I got dressed like I was about to head off to war or something.

On my way back to the living room, I noticed them standing by the door, blocking my path. I couldn’t help myself—I gave them both a quick smack on the balls and shouted, “Nut check!”

Their reactions were immediate and priceless. Both of them dropped to their knees, groaning and laughing at the same time. Asher clutched himself, glaring up at me. “Really, bro? Way too soon for that shit.”

Ethan, on the other hand, was a little less amused. “Motherfucker!” he cried out, his voice strained as he doubled over, still laughing despite himself.

I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face as I slipped on my shoes. “Y’all was in the way,” I said, chuckling as they rolled around on the floor, still holding their balls. “I’ll call y’all later.”

Without waiting for a response, I opened the door and stepped out, leaving their laughter—and groans of pain—behind me. The air outside hit me like a slap, brisk and sobering. I had bigger things to worry about now.

As I headed to my car, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I noticed a few missed calls and text messages from my cousin Tyler. He was checking in, asking if I was alright. I quickly texted him back, “Yeah, I’m cool. I’ll call you later,” before shoving the phone back in my pocket and starting the car.

The drive to Jason’s place felt longer than usual, my mind racing the entire way. When I got there, I found the key exactly where he said it would be—under the rock by the front door. I grabbed it, let myself in, and located the bag he’d told me about. It was heavier than I expected, and I couldn’t shake the knot forming in my stomach as I carried it back to my car and drove home.

Once inside my apartment, I sat on the couch, staring at the bag like it was some kind of ticking time bomb. My hands were shaking as I unzipped it, and when I saw what was inside, my stomach dropped. The bag was stuffed with weed—way more than just for personal use, busloads—and a gun.

I froze, staring at the contents, my mind spinning. What the hell had Jason gotten himself into? I didn’t know what to think, but a small voice in the back of my head started whispering doubts about his innocence. I zipped the bag back up, trying to push the thoughts away, and shoved it into my bedroom closet. Out of sight, out of mind—at least for now.

Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I tried to collect myself, but the anxiety was creeping in fast. My phone buzzed again, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a text from Mateo: “Hey broski, where you at?”

Before I could even reply, there was a loud, aggressive pounding on my door, like someone was trying to break it down. My heart jumped into my throat. For a second, I thought it might actually be the cops. I stood frozen, staring at the door until the pounding came again.

When I finally worked up the courage to open it, I was met with the last person I expected: Connor.

“What’s up, faggot?” he said with a grin, his tone light and teasing like he hadn’t just called me something that made my blood boil.

I stared at him, my face twisting in disbelief. “What the fuck did you just call me?” I asked, my voice sharp.

Connor’s grin faltered for a moment before he quickly backtracked. “I mean, Noah,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Damn, chill out. You know I’m just playing.”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my face and planted a quick peck on my lips. I pulled back, glaring at him. “What the fuck do you want, Connor?”

He laughed, utterly unfazed by my irritation. “Damn, calm down. You know I’m just messing with you.” Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, “I saw you pull up and thought, ‘This is the perfect time to have that threesome.’”

I blinked at him, completely thrown off. “Wait, what?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Connor, I’m really not in the mood for this shit.”

But Connor wasn’t one to take no for an answer. He started stripping right there in my doorway, completely unbothered. “Okay,” he said, grinning, “how about now?”

I couldn’t help but smirk a little despite myself. “I need a shower, bro,” I said, trying to deflect.

Connor’s grin widened. “Then let’s go take a shower,” he said, stepping closer. “Plus, I already texted the bitch, and she said she’s down. Her name’s Sarah.”

I stared at him, still trying to process everything. “Bro, it’s the middle of the day,” I said. “How do you know I didn’t have other plans?”

Connor raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Do you?” he asked, his tone challenging.

I hesitated for a second before sighing. “No,” I admitted.

“Okay, then let’s have a threesome,” he said, laughing like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Connor stepped closer before I could protest further, tugging at my shirt. “Come on, I’ve had a few drinks already, so don’t be a buzzkill,” he said, his voice light and teasing. He stripped me naked with a practiced ease that made me roll my eyes, and then, without missing a beat, he followed me into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, the water filling the small space as Connor leaned against the sink, still grinning like an idiot. “You’re lucky I even tolerate your bullshit,” I muttered, stepping under the spray.

Connor just laughed, stepping in after me. “You love my bullshit,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. And for a moment, as the steam filled the room, I let myself forget about the bag in the closet.

As the hot water cascaded over us, Connor wrapped his arms around my waist, his body pressing firmly against mine. I could feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, and the growing bulge between his legs. His hands roamed freely over my body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that left me breathless.

"God, Noah," he murmured into my ear, his voice low and husky with desire. "I don't know what you be doing to me."

I shivered at his touch, my own arousal spiking in response. I reached out, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath the smooth skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hips bucking slightly against mine.

"Mmm, you like that, huh?" I teased, my hand wrapping around his stiffening cock.

Connor spun me around, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned me against the wall. I gasped as he notched the tip of his cock against my entrance, the heat, and pressure sending sparks of anticipation through my body. Just as he was about to thrust inside, there was a series of light knocks at the front door.

I stepped out of the shower alongside Connor, water droplets glistening on our skin as we moved towards the front door. When I opened it, there stood Sarah, looking slightly confused but amused. Her eyes widened when she saw Connor standing there, completely naked and unapologetic. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this,” she said with a laugh, stepping inside as I closed the door behind her.

Connor, ever the shameless one, grinned and leaned against the wall. “We’re already ready,” he said, gesturing to his hard cock. “So strip, motherfucker.”

Sarah rolled her eyes but chuckled, clearly used to his antics. “I see,” she said, her voice laced with amusement and arousal. Without hesitation, she began to undress, revealing her curvy physique inch by tantalizing inch. Her full breasts bounced free, her nipples already hardened, and the slick folds of her pussy glistened in the dim light.

She wasn’t exactly stunning in the face, but her confidence and the way she carried herself made her presence commanding. And, well, her body was undeniably impressive. Connor's eyes devoured her, his cock twitching with excitement.

Connor wasted no time, sinking two fingers deep into Sarah's wet pussy as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned into his lips, grinding her hips against his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

I stood there awkwardly, clearing my throat. "Um, hi, I'm Noah," I managed to say, but they barely acknowledged me, too consumed by their own lust.

"Connor," I said, tapping him on the shoulder, "let's take this to my room." He didn't even glance my way, too focused on devouring Sarah's mouth and pleasuring her cunt.

With a grunt, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she landed. "You ready to take this dick bitch?”

 

[MastiffNutz]

Connor crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Sarah's spread thighs. He grasped his thick cock, stroking it slowly as he leaned down to capture her nipple in his mouth. Sarah arched her back, crying out in pleasure as he suckled and nibbled at the sensitive bud.

I watched, transfixed, as Connor continued to tease Sarah, his tongue swirling around her nipple before moving to the other. She was panting now, her hands tangling in his hair as she urged him on. With a final flick of his tongue, he released her nipple and aligned his cockhead with her entrance.

"Ready for this?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Sarah nodded frantically, her hips lifting to meet him. With a single powerful thrust, Connor buried himself deep inside her pussy, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

She let out a high-pitched moan, her back arching off the bed as she adjusted to Connor's girthy cock. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him, before beginning to pump his hips in a steady rhythm.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Sarah cried out, her nails digging into Connor's back as he drove into her again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their mutual moans and gasps of pleasure.

Connor's thrusts became harder and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Sarah's slick pussy. She was taking him like a pro, meeting each stroke with equal fervor, her inner walls clenching around him.

"Get over here, Noah," Connor commanded, his voice rough with lust. I moved closer, drawn in by the erotic display unfolding before me.

He pulled out of Sarah abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices. "Time for you to show this slut what a real blowjob looks like," he growled, shoving his throbbing member into my face.

I parted my lips, allowing him to slide his length past them. The taste of Sarah's pussy juice mixed with Connor's pre-cum was intoxicating, and I began to suck him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

Connor's moans grew louder, his grip on my head and neck tightening as I worked his thick cock with my mouth. Sarah looked shocked for a second, but you could tell it wasn't her first time seeing guy-on-guy action. Her tongue started to dance over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

"Fuck, Noah!" Connor bellowed, his hips jerking forward as he pushed deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly, but he didn't relent, using my mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

Suddenly, he yanked my head back, dragging me off the bed and hanging it over the mattress's edge. I gasped, dazed, as he lined up his cock with my mouth once more.

"Noah, take this dick!" Connor snarled, shoving his length down my throat. I choked on the intrusion, tears pricking at my eyes, but he just held me in place, face-fucking me mercilessly.

"Ride that cock, Sarah!" Connor ordered, his voice guttural with lust. Before I could catch my breath, Sarah straddled my lap, positioning my hardening cock at her entrance.

With a swift downward motion, she impaled herself on me, a low moan escaping her lips as she settled onto my thickness. I groaned at the sensation of her warmth engulfing me, but Connor showed no mercy, continuing to ravage my throat with his punishing pace.

Sarah began to move, riding me with a fierce determination, her hips slamming down onto mine as she chased her own climax. Connor's cock throbbed in my mouth, precum leaking onto my tongue as he neared his peak. The dual sensations of Sarah's pussy milking my cock and Connor's girth stretching my throat were overwhelming.

Connor's hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. Sarah leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as she rode me with increasing urgency.

Their mouths moved together hungrily, tongues entwining as they fed off each other's desire. I could feel Connor's cock pulsing against my tongue, his moans vibrating through me as Sarah's pussy clenched around my shaft.

Connor suddenly shifted Sarah's position, pulling her off my cock and flipping her around to bend her over the bed. He planted one foot on the mattress and the other on the floor, maintaining balance as he thrust into her from behind with renewed vigor.

I rose to my feet, watching intently as Connor's hips pistonated against Sarah's ass. Her moans echoed through the room, but I silenced her with a firm grip on the back of her head, shoving my dick into her mouth.

Sarah's eyes widened, her lips stretched around my girth as I muzzled her screams. Connor's rhythm never faltered, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal stroke. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, combined with Sarah's muffled whimpers, created a primal symphony of lust.

"Take it, you dirty slut!" Connor growled, his voice echoing through the room as he pounded into Sarah's willing body. "Your pussy was made to take this dick like a whore!"

Sarah moaned around my cock, her throat constricting as I fucked her face. "Mmph! Oh god, yes! Fuck me harder, Connor!" she begged, her hips bucking back to meet his relentless thrusts.

"Fucking right, I will!" Connor snarled, his grip on her hips tightening as he increased his pace. "You're going to milk my cock dry, you filthy bitch!"

I gripped the back of Sarah's head harder, forcing her to take every inch of my thick meat. "Swallow it all, bitch," I grunted, my balls slapping against her chin with each deep thrust.

Connor's gaze flickered to me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he hammered into Sarah's spasming pussy. In the midst of their frenzied coupling, he reached out and slapped my hand with a high-five, the impact echoing through the room.

"Look at that, Noah!" Connor crowed, his chest heaving with exertion. "We got this slut screaming our name, and she can't get enough!"

Sarah whimpered around my cock, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Connor sensed her impending climax and redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with reckless abandon.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Sarah screamed, her voice muffled by my dick as she convulsed around me.

With a grunt, Connor suddenly pulled out of Sarah's dripping pussy, causing her to cry out in protest. But her complaint turned into a shrill scream as her orgasm crashed over her, squirting her release all over Connor's throbbing shaft and balls.

"Holy shit, look at that!" Connor laughed, admiring the mess Sarah had made. Before she could recover, he plunged back into her quivering depths, setting a lightning-fast pace.

Sarah's legs trembled violently, her toes curling as Connor's cock pummeled her sensitive walls. "OH GOD, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!" she wailed, her nails raking down my sheets as she bucked wildly.

I stumbled back from the bed, my neglected cock throbbing with need as I watched Connor absolutely rail Sarah into oblivion. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room, interspersed with the obscene slaps of flesh on flesh.

Connor, lost in his own world of pleasure, barely registered my absence at first. But as Sarah's cries reached a fever pitch, he glanced over at me, noticing my retreat.

"Where you going, bro?" he panted, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.

I stroked myself lazily, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Gonna grab the lube out of the bathroom," I replied, my voice dripping with promise. “I thought I’d try something new.” Connor's eyes gleamed with wicked thrill, a matching grin stretching across his face.

I sauntered back into the room, a bottle of lube clutched in my hand. Connor's eyes lit up as he watched me approach, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"There you go, stud," I purred, uncapping the lube and drizzling some onto my palm. I wrapped my slick hand around my aching cock, giving it a few slow pumps.

Connor grunted in approval, never breaking his intense pace as he continued to pound into Sarah's sopping wet vagina. Her body shook with each powerful thrust, her tits bouncing hypnotically.

"You gonna join in, or just stand there beating your meat?" Connor taunted playfully, reaching back to give Sarah's ass a hard smack. She yelped, the sting only seeming to heighten her pleasure judging by how she clenched around him.

I crept up behind Connor, my slick cock bobbing with each step. He remained focused on railing Sarah, seemingly unaware of my approach, until I nudged the tip of my dick against his tight pucker.

"Whoa!" Connor jumped, startled by the sudden contact. His hips stuttered, momentarily throwing off his rhythm. "Damn, Noah! Warn a motherfucker next time," he chuckled, glancing back at me with a mix of surprise and intrigue in his eyes.

Despite his initial shock, Connor didn't stop his thrusts into Sarah. If anything, the added stimulation seemed to spur him on, his movements becoming more forceful and erratic.

I circled my hips, rubbing the slick head of my cock teasingly around Connor's tight pucker. The cool lube helped my tip slip and slide, gradually working its way past the resistant ring of muscle.

"Mmmph! Fuuuck!" Connor grunted, his abs clenching as he felt me breach him. He bit his lip, trying to focus on pounding Sarah's pussy while accommodating the new intrusion. His hole fluttered around my cockhead, instinctively trying to draw me deeper.

"That's it…you can take it," I cooed, applying gentle pressure as I sank another inch into his hot, velvety passage. Sarah lost in her own world of pleasure, seemed oblivious to the additional action happening behind her.

With a firm push of my hips, I buried myself to the hilt inside Connor's tight heat. A strangled yell tore from his throat as I bottomed out, his walls clamping down around my invading cock.

"HOLY SHIT!" Connor roared, his movements slowing to a jerky, uncoordinated pace as he tried to adjust to the dual penetration. Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles straining with the effort of holding himself up and taking my deep thrusts.

I groaned in pure bliss, relishing the incredible tightness engulfing me. "Ah, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, giving a few shallow thrusts to stir up his insides. The sensation was indescribable—the slick drag of his walls, the heat radiating from his core.

I grabbed Connor's hips, my fingers digging into his flesh as I began to pound into him with increasing intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves through his body, forcing him to piston into Sarah's leaking cunt.

"Fuck, Noah! Your dick feels so goddamn good!" Connor grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He matched my rhythm, slamming into Sarah with restored energy.

Sarah's cries reached a fever pitch, her body tensing as another orgasm crashed over her. "YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" she screamed, squirting her release all over Connor's cock and balls. The added lubrication allowed him to plunge even deeper, drawing out her climax.

I leaned over Connor's back, my chest pressing against him as I continued my relentless assault on his prostate. Our grunts and moans filled the air; I could feel my own release building, my balls tightening as I approached the edge.

"Shit, Noah... I'm getting close," Connor panted, his hips jerking erratically as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm. "Don't you dare fucking stop!"

I tightened my grip on his hips, angling my thrusts to hit his sweet spot dead-on. "Me too, bro. Gonna... fuck, gonna cum soon!" I growled, sweat dripping down my face from the exertion.

Sarah lay beneath us, a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, her pussy still fluttering around Connor's pistoning cock.

With a roar of ecstasy, Connor's body seized up, his cock erupting thick ropes of cum deep inside Sarah's spasming pussy. "AH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" he growled, his hips stuttering as he flooded her insides white with his seed.

The sensation of Connor's walls clenching around me, milking my own release, pushed me over the edge. "OH FUCK, CONNOR!" I cried out, burying myself to the hilt as I exploded inside him. My cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping what felt like gallons of cum directly into his guts.

"Holy shit, holy shit, FUUUCK!" I chanted, my vision whiting out from the sheer intensity of my orgasm. Our shared moans and grunts of euphoria echoed off the walls. I collapsed against Connor's back, both of us gasping for air as the last waves of pleasure washed over us.

 

[Chavchav]

brooo how do you even imagine stuff this hot?!?

 

[RhydianJames]

Finally! Great chapters!

 

[angelyo]

Connor crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Sarah's spread thighs. He grasped his thick cock, stroking it slowly as he leaned down to capture her nipple in his mouth. Sarah arched her back, crying out in pleasure as he suckled and nibbled at the sensitive bud.

I watched, transfixed, as Connor continued to tease Sarah, his tongue swirling around her nipple before moving to the other. She was panting now, her hands tangling in his hair as she urged him on. With a final flick of his tongue, he released her nipple and aligned his cockhead with her entrance.

"Ready for this?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Sarah nodded frantically, her hips lifting to meet him. With a single powerful thrust, Connor buried himself deep inside her pussy, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

She let out a high-pitched moan, her back arching off the bed as she adjusted to Connor's girthy cock. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him, before beginning to pump his hips in a steady rhythm.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Sarah cried out, her nails digging into Connor's back as he drove into her again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their mutual moans and gasps of pleasure.

Connor's thrusts became harder and faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Sarah's slick pussy. She was taking him like a pro, meeting each stroke with equal fervor, her inner walls clenching around him.

"Get over here, Noah," Connor commanded, his voice rough with lust. I moved closer, drawn in by the erotic display unfolding before me.

He pulled out of Sarah abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices. "Time for you to show this slut what a real blowjob looks like," he growled, shoving his throbbing member into my face.

I parted my lips, allowing him to slide his length past them. The taste of Sarah's pussy juice mixed with Connor's pre-cum was intoxicating, and I began to suck him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

Connor's moans grew louder, his grip on my head and neck tightening as I worked his thick cock with my mouth. Sarah looked shocked for a second, but you could tell it wasn't her first time seeing guy-on-guy action. Her tongue started to dance over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

"Fuck, Noah!" Connor bellowed, his hips jerking forward as he pushed deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly, but he didn't relent, using my mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

Suddenly, he yanked my head back, dragging me off the bed and hanging it over the mattress's edge. I gasped, dazed, as he lined up his cock with my mouth once more.

"Noah, take this dick!" Connor snarled, shoving his length down my throat. I choked on the intrusion, tears pricking at my eyes, but he just held me in place, face-fucking me mercilessly.

"Ride that cock, Sarah!" Connor ordered, his voice guttural with lust. Before I could catch my breath, Sarah straddled my lap, positioning my hardening cock at her entrance.

With a swift downward motion, she impaled herself on me, a low moan escaping her lips as she settled onto my thickness. I groaned at the sensation of her warmth engulfing me, but Connor showed no mercy, continuing to ravage my throat with his punishing pace.

Sarah began to move, riding me with a fierce determination, her hips slamming down onto mine as she chased her own climax. Connor's cock throbbed in my mouth, precum leaking onto my tongue as he neared his peak. The dual sensations of Sarah's pussy milking my cock and Connor's girth stretching my throat were overwhelming.

Connor's hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. Sarah leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as she rode me with increasing urgency.

Their mouths moved together hungrily, tongues entwining as they fed off each other's desire. I could feel Connor's cock pulsing against my tongue, his moans vibrating through me as Sarah's pussy clenched around my shaft.

Connor suddenly shifted Sarah's position, pulling her off my cock and flipping her around to bend her over the bed. He planted one foot on the mattress and the other on the floor, maintaining balance as he thrust into her from behind with renewed vigor.

I rose to my feet, watching intently as Connor's hips pistonated against Sarah's ass. Her moans echoed through the room, but I silenced her with a firm grip on the back of her head, shoving my dick into her mouth.

Sarah's eyes widened, her lips stretched around my girth as I muzzled her screams. Connor's rhythm never faltered, his balls slapping against her clit with each brutal stroke. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, combined with Sarah's muffled whimpers, created a primal symphony of lust.

"Take it, you dirty slut!" Connor growled, his voice echoing through the room as he pounded into Sarah's willing body. "Your pussy was made to take this dick like a whore!"

Sarah moaned around my cock, her throat constricting as I fucked her face. "Mmph! Oh god, yes! Fuck me harder, Connor!" she begged, her hips bucking back to meet his relentless thrusts.

"Fucking right, I will!" Connor snarled, his grip on her hips tightening as he increased his pace. "You're going to milk my cock dry, you filthy bitch!"

I gripped the back of Sarah's head harder, forcing her to take every inch of my thick meat. "Swallow it all, bitch," I grunted, my balls slapping against her chin with each deep thrust.

Connor's gaze flickered to me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he hammered into Sarah's spasming pussy. In the midst of their frenzied coupling, he reached out and slapped my hand with a high-five, the impact echoing through the room.

"Look at that, Noah!" Connor crowed, his chest heaving with exertion. "We got this slut screaming our name, and she can't get enough!"

Sarah whimpered around my cock, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Connor sensed her impending climax and redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with reckless abandon.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Sarah screamed, her voice muffled by my dick as she convulsed around me.

With a grunt, Connor suddenly pulled out of Sarah's dripping pussy, causing her to cry out in protest. But her complaint turned into a shrill scream as her orgasm crashed over her, squirting her release all over Connor's throbbing shaft and balls.

"Holy shit, look at that!" Connor laughed, admiring the mess Sarah had made. Before she could recover, he plunged back into her quivering depths, setting a lightning-fast pace.

Sarah's legs trembled violently, her toes curling as Connor's cock pummeled her sensitive walls. "OH GOD, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!" she wailed, her nails raking down my sheets as she bucked wildly.

I stumbled back from the bed, my neglected cock throbbing with need as I watched Connor absolutely rail Sarah into oblivion. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room, interspersed with the obscene slaps of flesh on flesh.

Connor, lost in his own world of pleasure, barely registered my absence at first. But as Sarah's cries reached a fever pitch, he glanced over at me, noticing my retreat.

"Where you going, bro?" he panted, his hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm.

I stroked myself lazily, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Gonna grab the lube out of the bathroom," I replied, my voice dripping with promise. “I thought I’d try something new.” Connor's eyes gleamed with wicked thrill, a matching grin stretching across his face.

I sauntered back into the room, a bottle of lube clutched in my hand. Connor's eyes lit up as he watched me approach, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"There you go, stud," I purred, uncapping the lube and drizzling some onto my palm. I wrapped my slick hand around my aching cock, giving it a few slow pumps.

Connor grunted in approval, never breaking his intense pace as he continued to pound into Sarah's sopping wet vagina. Her body shook with each powerful thrust, her tits bouncing hypnotically.

"You gonna join in, or just stand there beating your meat?" Connor taunted playfully, reaching back to give Sarah's ass a hard smack. She yelped, the sting only seeming to heighten her pleasure judging by how she clenched around him.

I crept up behind Connor, my slick cock bobbing with each step. He remained focused on railing Sarah, seemingly unaware of my approach, until I nudged the tip of my dick against his tight pucker.

"Whoa!" Connor jumped, startled by the sudden contact. His hips stuttered, momentarily throwing off his rhythm. "Damn, Noah! Warn a motherfucker next time," he chuckled, glancing back at me with a mix of surprise and intrigue in his eyes.

Despite his initial shock, Connor didn't stop his thrusts into Sarah. If anything, the added stimulation seemed to spur him on, his movements becoming more forceful and erratic.

I circled my hips, rubbing the slick head of my cock teasingly around Connor's tight pucker. The cool lube helped my tip slip and slide, gradually working its way past the resistant ring of muscle.

"Mmmph! Fuuuck!" Connor grunted, his abs clenching as he felt me breach him. He bit his lip, trying to focus on pounding Sarah's pussy while accommodating the new intrusion. His hole fluttered around my cockhead, instinctively trying to draw me deeper.

"That's it…you can take it," I cooed, applying gentle pressure as I sank another inch into his hot, velvety passage. Sarah lost in her own world of pleasure, seemed oblivious to the additional action happening behind her.

With a firm push of my hips, I buried myself to the hilt inside Connor's tight heat. A strangled yell tore from his throat as I bottomed out, his walls clamping down around my invading cock.

"HOLY SHIT!" Connor roared, his movements slowing to a jerky, uncoordinated pace as he tried to adjust to the dual penetration. Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles straining with the effort of holding himself up and taking my deep thrusts.

I groaned in pure bliss, relishing the incredible tightness engulfing me. "Ah, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, giving a few shallow thrusts to stir up his insides. The sensation was indescribable—the slick drag of his walls, the heat radiating from his core.

I grabbed Connor's hips, my fingers digging into his flesh as I began to pound into him with increasing intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves through his body, forcing him to piston into Sarah's leaking cunt.

"Fuck, Noah! Your dick feels so goddamn good!" Connor grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He matched my rhythm, slamming into Sarah with restored energy.

Sarah's cries reached a fever pitch, her body tensing as another orgasm crashed over her. "YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!" she screamed, squirting her release all over Connor's cock and balls. The added lubrication allowed him to plunge even deeper, drawing out her climax.

I leaned over Connor's back, my chest pressing against him as I continued my relentless assault on his prostate. Our grunts and moans filled the air; I could feel my own release building, my balls tightening as I approached the edge.

"Shit, Noah... I'm getting close," Connor panted, his hips jerking erratically as he tried to hold back his impending orgasm. "Don't you dare fucking stop!"

I tightened my grip on his hips, angling my thrusts to hit his sweet spot dead-on. "Me too, bro. Gonna... fuck, gonna cum soon!" I growled, sweat dripping down my face from the exertion.

Sarah lay beneath us, a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, her pussy still fluttering around Connor's pistoning cock.

With a roar of ecstasy, Connor's body seized up, his cock erupting thick ropes of cum deep inside Sarah's spasming pussy. "AH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" he growled, his hips stuttering as he flooded her insides white with his seed.

The sensation of Connor's walls clenching around me, milking my own release, pushed me over the edge. "OH FUCK, CONNOR!" I cried out, burying myself to the hilt as I exploded inside him. My cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping what felt like gallons of cum directly into his guts.

"Holy shit, holy shit, FUUUCK!" I chanted, my vision whiting out from the sheer intensity of my orgasm. Our shared moans and grunts of euphoria echoed off the walls. I collapsed against Connor's back, both of us gasping for air as the last waves of pleasure washed over us.

Fuck, made me cum again.

 

[pindouz]

Je tiens simplement à remercier chaleureusement tous ceux qui ont consulté ce fil de discussion ! Certains chapitres sont inspirés d'événements réels, avec une pincée de sucre ajouté. Jason, Asher, Ethan et Mateo sont en fait basés sur de vraies personnes , juste avec des noms différents.

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Bonjour et merci pour tes histoire. j'ai un faible pour matéo et noah. quoique jason me plait aussi j'ai bandé tout le temps pendant que je lisais. tes textes sont devenus une drogue pour moi

 

[wysiwyg69]

brooo how do you even imagine stuff this hot?!?

Probably @MastiffNutz / Noah takes the wverday experiences from his diary and leaves out the craziest parts

 

[pindouz]

But what the fuck... your story, man, it's a sick ride...I'm so fucking hard that I see the scenes as if I were the one living them. the sequel, damn it... we want the sequel. you also have another story to finish, Straight Roommate: Crossing the Line, and I can't wait for the sequel.
Putain de bordel de merde, tu es un génie

 

[Essex Deep Throater]

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Tristan (Left) & Nathan (Right) - The Twins

Oh god!!! I so would

 

[MastiffNutz]

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