Page 21 of View From the Bottom

He and Frankie had clearly schemed this off-color endeavor up for tonight. They were probably sharing an underhanded laugh as they traipsed down the hallway to our apartment. As they pushed through the front door. As Trent hid in the bathroom pretending to relieve himself, probably stroking himself as he listened to every word I said in praise of my boyfriend’s body. They must have been horned up on their flight, probably brainstorming about the sordid things they wanted to do to me once they arrived back in the city. Perhaps Trent had leaned over the seat and whispered into Frankie’s ear while their fingertips grazed each other’s thighs, hands gliding higher and higher until their unwavering erections became evident to one another.

I doubted it. Frankie would never touch Trent unless I was present. And Trent knew better than to break down that door. Talk, but don’t touch; those were the rules. But when the three of us were together… all bets were off. We’d gotten up to some things in the past, things that I would have been more than happy to repeat whenever the occasion arose.

And now, it had.

Trent had obviously discarded his clothes and waited in the bathroom for his cue, the one where I was told to lie on my stomach and suck my boyfriend’s cock. I could feel his warm flesh against mine as he ate me out, lubed me up for whichever cock I’d be taking first.

Fuck. The thought of being spit-roasted by my sexy boyfriend and his hot coworker had me on the verge of losing my load. I had to control my thoughts and focus simply on the task at hand: deep-throating Frankie’s thick cock, which I was still doing expertly as Trent opened me with his tongue, licking me deep and forcing me out of control.

The feeling was so erotic, one man’s cock burying itself in my throat while another man’s tongue penetrated my ass. The onlygreater feeling of giving up complete control I could imagine would be to have one of them buried in my hole while the other one fucked my mouth. It would be freeing to give up so much control, to put my pleasure in the hands of others, for them to put their pleasures completely in me.

It didn’t take long for me to find out. Trent soon removed his face from between my cheeks and replaced it with the head of his cock against my knotted bundle of nerves. Spit ran down the crack of my ass and landed on Trent’s dick, and as soon as it did, he began to push himself into me.

I opened up for him without issue. I’d been lubed up well and was so fucking horny that I probably could have taken a baseball bat up my ass had it led to an eventual orgasm.

His manhood felt so good slowly inching into me. Frankie was a bit thicker, a bit heavier, but Trent’s dick was perfect in its own way, long and smooth and always as hard as a rock when it came time for sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Trent moaned as his length disappeared into me, his hands steadying him on either side of my frame, Frankie’s cock still tickling my throat.

Frankie echoed Trent’s words as he watched our friend—his partner at work—ease himself into his boyfriend. Once he was fully implanted in me, his untamed pubic hair tickling my cheeks, Trent rose up and grabbed my waist, pulling my ass up with him until I was kneeling on the bed between them, face down in my boyfriend’s ample crotch.

Slowly, Trent began to rock himself into me, controlling my backside in his firm grip while Frankie palmed the back of my head and held me in place as I massaged his thick cock with my throat. With every breath I took through my nose, I was gifted with the heady scent of Frankie’s crotch, a scent that had translated itself from natural and sweaty to earthy and erotic over the years, a scent that could linger on my mind for days asit fueled filthy thoughts of being taken, of being used by a man like Frankie.

And now, a man like Trent.

They took their time with me, gently easing out of my holes before thrusting back in, slowly enough for me to experience every inch of them but quickly enough for them to accomplish their goals. Goals that I assumed involved using me to get themselves off.

My dick, so hard, so ready to explode, held firm to my tight abdomen as it begged for attention, attention it was not yet allowed to receive. It would do me no good to try to touch myself. My hands were busy massaging Frankie’s balls and steadying myself on the bed. It wouldn’t matter anyway. They would have been swatted out of the way by my boyfriend had I tried. He was still torturing me with the wait.

It wasn’t long before they began to shift positions. They must have agreed to the change with a momentary glance over my elongated frame. Trent pulled himself from me, leaving me feeling empty. And Frankie eased me off his cock, saliva coating it nicely. The break was welcomed even though it left me wanting, desirous to be filled again.

I soon was as Trent stood next to the bed and pulled me by the arms to meet him, my face directly in front of his long dick, shimmering in the light. As I felt Frankie pull up behind me on the bed and easily insert himself into my opening thanks to Trent’s handiwork, I opened my mouth to accept Trent inside me once again.

Deep, satisfying moans hovered above me as I felt the familiar sensations of the girth of Frankie’s dick tunneling its way into my hole while tasting myself on Trent’s length. They had clearly agreed to use me as their fuck-toy this evening. Again, I wondered if they had talked about this on the flight fromMexico, getting themselves horned up over lewd whispers about how they’d use my mouth and my ass for their pleasure.

I felt myself drip on the comforter, precome spilling from my piss slit as they worked themselves into a rhythm, a slow but deliberate cadence. I’d be surprised if I actually had any come left for an orgasm with how much I seemed to be offering during the pre-show.

They rocked themselves in and out of me as I did my best to surrender myself to them, to pleasure them with my body. And just as I’d gotten settled, just as I’d gotten used to the magnificent feeling of their cocks in me, Frankie and Trent removed themselves to trade places once again.

Trent slid back into my hungry hole while Frankie offered his cock to me. I first wanted to work on his balls, though—while I had the chance—so I pulled them into my mouth and rolled them around on my tongue, licking and massaging them as Frankie’s leaking cock rested on my face.

I was beginning to feel like such a little cock slut, such a whore. And I suppose I was. But after weeks of abstaining, after the endless nights of denying myself, I was desperate and voracious to not only satisfy them but to satisfy this all-consuming need in me. The one that had been driving me to madness for at least the last week.

I allowed them to use me, to make me their little slut. I loved it. And I could tell that they loved it too as they switched places again; Trent sliding his cock back down my throat and Frankie burying his manhood deep in my hole. Balls deep. They rode me, increasing the speed of their thrusts as I bounced on the bed between them.

My cock was in danger of exploding as the latent spice dancing on Trent’s pubic hair whirled into my nostrils while his cock drilled its way down my throat. Meanwhile, Frankie hammered into me, grasping my waist in his strong hands, notallowing me an escape route. Hell, I wouldn’t have tried to escape if I could have. I was too caught up in the moment, too eager for a release. Too desperate to taste both of them. To experience both of them inside me at once.

The low grunting that barreled from deep within their chests—from deep within their cores—increased in intensity with each thrust, with each intentional motion. Soon, the low, profound exclamations ofoh, fuckandoh, shitwould pepper their moans with expletive urgency, more and more so the closer they sailed toward sweet ejaculation.

Sweat dripped from Trent’s chest and drew lines down his abdomen, the sparkling beads nestling in his pubes as I sucked him off. I almost wanted to bury my face in that bush and suck the sweat out while I came. That’s how fucking horny I was.

But this is how it would go: they would come, and then I would finally get the chance to get my rocks off. Once I took care of them, I would be allowed my sweet release that had been waiting in the dugout, eager for its next shot at the plate.

Trent was up first. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him as his cock expanded in my throat, and I was soon filled with his ecstasy. “Fuck, Marco. Take my load,” he bellowed, flexing as he pumped his seed down my throat.

Yes, sir. Anything you want.

As he finished, he tried to pull himself from my depths. But I wasn’t done with him. He’d completed his task, but I needed more. His load had spilled down my throat, denying me a taste, so I trapped him in my mouth and sucked every last droplet of come from his softening cock onto my tongue as he shuddered and moaned.

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