"Oh yeah," Jake rumbled as Mark plunged in and out of him. "Fuck that ass!"
Mark had his head bowed, concentrating on totally reaming his boyfriend. I scrambled back in front of Jake, taking his tip back in my mouth. I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like to have my ass owned by their cocks. I wanted to be plugged too!
After a few minutes, Jake pulled his shaft from my mouth and lifted my chin as I rose to my feet. His voice was thick and laced with desire. "You're next."
I took his hand and had to clasp to him to keep from falling back down. "M-Me?"
Jake nodded and without another word, spun me around, slamming me against the shower wall. My heart raced as I felt him tracing the curve of my bottom before he took one of my legs in his firm grip. The tip of him that I was so intimately familiar with pushed against my fleshy entrance. My pussy quivered, dripping with anticipation. I cried out when I felt his head straining at my opening until it busted through and he sheathed himself in me.
"God I haven't had pussy in so long," he moaned. He teased me, jackhammering me good and hard before he waned with slow, steady strokes. My body was glommed to the wall, to this moment. I wanted to freeze it.
Just as I got used to the sensations, Jake pulled from me, my pussy making a low smack of disapproval.
I turned and saw Mark walking toward the bench in the shower. He cocked his head toward the bottle and Jake swiped it. Jack squirted the clear liquid in the palm of his hand then cupped my ass and parted the cheeks. I let out a gasp when I felt his juicy finger probing my rear hole, flexing and flicking, getting it nice and loose.
I tried to not totally lose it. It was pretty obvs what was next. Double. Penetration.
Jake led me over to Mark who was polishing his length. "I'm an ass man, so unless you have any objections…"
I nibbled my lip, remembering how massive his cock was in my mouth. "I–It's gonna hurt?"
He let out a chuckle. "A little. But after a minute or two, you're gonna be begging me not to stop."
I swallowed my apprehensions. How could I say no to that?
My feet were hollow as I walked over to him. He gave me an encouraging smile, like he'd done dozens of times before we did stunts. He sat on the perch, his meat veiny and hard. "Just ease down, slow and steady. Let gravity do the rest."
I turned my back to him and stepped between his spread legs. Watching Jake go to town, working his erect bulge as he watched us, just coached me on. I started to lower myself and gulped when I felt Mark's hand on my bum, guiding me down on his piece. My body went rigid as I felt his head pushing inside me ass hole and I stopped.
Mark's voice was gentle as he jiggled it, getting it nice and loose. "God that ass is gonna feel good. Nice and tight. You can do this, Kate. You can do this."
I gave a small nod and winced as I prepped myself and slowly eased my rear down. I let out a throaty moan as he pushed inside me, layer after layer stretching my tender hole til he filled me, not leaving a square inch empty.
I moved my right hip up and down and began working him in and out, the pain becoming secondary to pleasure as I pumped up the rhythm. Jake stepped up, and he gripped my legs, tilting my groin up a bit as he held his meat ready to stuff my other hole. I let out a moan that went on 4evah when he pushed back inside my soggy hole just as Mark thrust into my anus.
I let them fuck me, filling my holes, using me as they saw fit and I just lost myself in the sensations. The shards of pain as Mark crammed into my butthole dulled and became intoxicating. I bounced on him, wanting, needing him to ram me harder. Deeper. Harder.
And then there was Mark. My legs were wrapped around him and his grunts as he pushed himself inside me with gasping precision just pushed me to the edge. All my holes were filled except my mouth and I became hungry. I wanted everything filled. I wanted to implode.
I stared at Mark, panting, clasping his firm chest. "Put your fingers in my mouth."
He slid two in and I looked him dead on, sucking and licking them like I worked his meat. I moaned and gagged as I took them deeper.
"Such a slut," Mark moaned. His handsome face crumbled as he jackhammered me until my whole body shook. "I'm coming. I'm coming!"
He jammed into me one final time and I felt him oozing inside me, filling me with his delish cum. I was still bouncing on Mark and I expected Jake to rinse off, but he fell to his knees instead. My body spamsed with delight when he burrowed his head between my legs. He was gonna eat me out.
Jake's tongue lashed out and found my flesh hood and he worked the mound as I ground into his mouth, begging for him not to stop. "Oh god it feels so good. Oh god!"
Mark gripped my hips and I could tell by his guttural gasps that he was about to cream my ass. I couldn't hold back-with his feverish pumps and Jake's wild licks, my whole body screeched in ecstasy as I exploded. I felt Mark's load seeping in my butt and careening down my flesh and it matched the contractions in the heart of me. I gripped Jake's head to my crotch as I came good and hard.
I staggered from the bench. I thought I was tired after practice, but I felt like I'd just run a marathon. They joined me near the water, the three of us washing down.
"Hey guys." They looked at me and I reached and gave them both a peck on the cheek. "Thanks. I really needed that."
When I lingered on Mark's cheek, his lips grazed my ear. "You know, I think my cock earned a kiss too."
I let out a giggle and leaned down, giving it a peck. But I didn't want Mark to feel left out so I kissed his too. When I was down there, two juicy cocks swinging in my face, heat rushed from my cheeks to my groin and I double fisted their shafts.
I swirled my tongue around each head. "Let me thoroughly show my gratitude."
Locker Room Confessions
Kyle Winters flung a bit of spaghetti and remnants of Jello from the front of his t-shirt. His mind went to the most bizarre place, some documentary that their sociology teacher showed about people that dumpster dived. And here he was, riding a wave of trash, thanks to Joe Woods and Co.
“I think the sauce is good for the skin,” Brent Goodson, one of Joe’s imbecile friends snickered. “Exfoliating or some girly shit.” He nudged Joe with his shoulder. “Aren’t gay dudes into that kinda stuff?”
Joe’s cheeks burned red as he jostled his friend back. “Do I look gay, man? How the hell would I know?”
Kyle seethed as Brent flashed an evil grin and walked over with a carton of milk, emptying the contents onto his head, adding to the sludge of embarrassment. He steeled his stomach as it made an unhealthy roll. He’d passed on breakfast this morning but he had a feeling he’d pass on dinner too…maybe just passing on food altogether. He moved in the rubbish, gagging as a whiff of fresh garbage filled his nostrils.
He should have been used to it…everyday, after third period, Joe Woods and his band of jocky idiots would corner him and figure out some way to completely ruin his day. Usually it was just running him into a locker, knocking his books on the ground, or chunking Starbucks on him, but they were especially imaginative today. Today, they brought out the big guns.
Finding strength as he finally steadied himself, rising to his feet, Kyle realized he was wrong as he sunk back into the dumpster letting out a yip of surprise and frustration.
Brent, a mass of muscles, blonde hair, and an endless fountain of NFL stats let out a guffaw that made Kyle's blood boil. "Did we mess up your designer jeans, fag?"
His name calling barely fazed Kyle. He'd known he was gay since, well, forever. But when Joe joined the chorus of chuckles, Kyle bit back a sob.
Not Joe…not after all they’d done. Not after he looked forward to their hookups, always carting around a container of lube, just in case.