Page 22 of View From the Bottom

Frankie was getting so close, probably from watching my hungry mouth devour his friend’s load. He gripped me tighter and tighter as his movements became more stunted andintentional. He grunted from behind me, “You want my load, Marco? You want this fucking load?”

I finally spit Trent’s cock out of my mouth so I could respond. I couldn’t take the chance of Frankie mistaking my silence for a refusal.

“Yes. Fuckin’ fill my hole, babe. Breed me.”

Somehow, Trent’s cock began to plump again as he took it in his hand and stroked it gently, depositing the remnants of his load onto my tongue as he went.

“Oh, fuck,” Frankie grunted. “That’s so fucking hot. Feed him that load, buddy.”

Suddenly, he froze and pulled my ass back onto him with force, burying himself in me to the root. The sight of his friend’s come load in my mouth must have gotten to him.

“Take my load, baby. Take my fucking come,” he finally charged as he emptied himself into me. His orgasm was so powerful. His balls tightened and his cock expanded and I could somehow feel volley after volley of his hot fucking seed shooting into my hole, warm and encompassing. Frankie held me tight as he continued grunting and thrusting into me, giving me everything he fucking had. Everything I’d been waiting for.

But I needed to get off. Now. More than anything.

Eventually, his grip around my waist loosened, and I pulled myself from his hard, leaking cock, a trail of his come painting the flesh between my legs. Turning myself onto my back on the bed between them, I spread my thighs and scooped as much of Frankie’s come from my hole as I could manage onto my fingers, then wrapped my hand around my steel-hard dick and began to stroke. It was my turn to fly, and I had no intention of forfeiting my own orgasm simply because they had finished.

Frankie stepped around the bed and crawled up, his knees on either side of my head. He dropped his waist until his softening cock hung just above my lips. I wasted no time taking him intome and pulling the rest of his seed into my mouth. I tasted myself on him again, and the idea of it was so fucking erotic.

I continued furiously stroking my cock as my boyfriend fed me his. I could barely see anything beyond Frankie’s tanned flesh, but I felt Trent position himself behind Frankie and bury his face in his ass, tonguing at his hole. But apparently, that wasn’t enough to satiate his desire, so he removed himself and stepped around to the other side of the bed, behind me, and fell to his knees, jamming his face into my crevice. Trent desperately feasted on my used hole as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks, finding the taste of Frankie’s come and my ass so enticing that he hummed a desperate moan into me as he did it.

Fuck. They both must have been really hard up to still be so sexually charged after such intense releases.

My eyes were closed when I felt Frankie helicopter himself over me and swat my hand away from my cock, replacing it with his lips, surely tasting his come that had just been buried in my ass. It was too much to handle: the three of us in such a position, so fucking horny, so fucking willing. The thought that the two of them could still be all over me after their powerful climaxes was too much to process. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

I tried to warn Frankie that I was going to explode, but my mouth was full of his cock and my hole was full of Trent’s tongue. At that point, I doubted it would matter where I shot off.

So, I just… did. My muscles tensed and my body flexed and I kicked my legs trying to find any sort of freedom to expel the sexual frustration from my body, but it was no use. Frankie soon got a mouthful of my load, and as he did, he slid further down my erupting cock to take it down his throat. I gushed and I gushed and I thought my soul might escape my body as I fucking bounced off the bed with the force of my orgasm. I moaned so loudly that I spit Frankie’s cock from my mouth just for the satisfaction of hearing the sex dripping from my voice.

Fuck, it was intense. It had been weeks’ worth of waiting and I’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful. I’d never been in such a deviant place that I was literally willing to do whatever to satisfy my needs. It was fucking erotic… and freeing… and hot as hell. And I wanted to do it again.

Just not too soon. I was going to need to sleep the weekend away after that powerful session. My physical recovery would take time. My emotions, however, were swimming in a pool of blissful sexual aftermath.

All of us heaved and panted, sweat dribbling down our frames, trying to catch our breaths as we came down from that ecstatic high.

Eventually, Frankie and I repositioned ourselves on the bed so our heads were leaning against the pillows, him on his side and me on mine. Trent crashed at our feet, naked and sprawled out, the definition of his frame visible in the dim glow of the sun setting through the window. His deflating cock snaked its way across his stomach, a few leftover droplets of come stamping themselves on his abdomen. The sight of him was making me hard again.

Trent’s fingers trailed lines up and down my calf as Frankie raked his fingers over my chest, focusing on my nipple.

“Tell me what you like, Marco,” Trent mocked with a chuckle as he turned his head to face us. “Tell me how much I turn you on.”

The three of us sluggishly laughed as my cheeks flushed.

“Right now?” I aimed my words toward the foot of the bed where Trent’s fingers drew lines on my leg. “Not very much.”

Another bout of tired laughter filled the space between us.

I turned to kiss Frankie softly, leaning my forehead against his. He returned the gesture and we smiled tired grins at one another.

“Yo,” Frankie said, returning his gaze to Trent. “You staying for dinner?”

“Can’t,” he replied, lifting himself from the bed to get dressed. “Gotta get back to Jersey. Collins emailed us when I was in the bathroom. We’ve got a presentation to put together for early next week.”

“Alright. Well, call me tomorrow and we can iron out the details. I’m taking the night off.”

“Cool.”

Once he was dressed, he made his way to the front door. “Thanks for the fun, guys. Let me know the next time you’re up for it.”

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