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“Oh fuck, please,” I whimper, needing something but not sure what. I’m so fucking close that I’m afraid it’s going to be stolen from me if I don’t figure it out quickly.

“Give it to me,” Nick demands through gritted teeth, and that’s it. I fill our foreskins with cum, my knees buckling and my mouth ravished by the only man to get this response from me.

He chuckles and catches some of the drips leaking from us in his hand.

“You look so sexy when you come, baby.” Nick nips my jaw, and my hand falls from us, limp and weak from the orgasm strong enough to short-circuit my brain. He gets a good amount of cum in his palm and turns me to face the door.

“Feet apart, ass out, come on.”

I bend at the hip and stick my ass out, but Nick taps the inside of my ankle with his foot to get me to open wider.

Warm, slick fluid is spread around my hole, and a finger is inserted. I bite my lip to hold in my moan. God, I love the feeling of having someone inside me. To be used for someone else’s pleasure is everything. The few times I got close to coming with a hookup was when I was bottoming and being used as a cum dumpster. Last night was not the first time I had sex with more than one man on the same night.

Nick works me open with ease since it hasn’t been very long, and he knows what he’s doing. Soon, the slick head of his dick is pressing against my hole, and he slaps my ass hard enough for it to sting and burn.

“You like being used, Joey? Filled with cum and sloppy?”

“Yes,” I hiss as he thrusts in.

“Good.” He leans over me to brush his lips against my ear while he speaks. “I’m going to fuck you like I hate you. Make his hole gape for me.”

My spent dick twitches and goosebumps break out along my skin. Nick chuckles at the shudder.

“Such a dirty boy, getting turned on by being used.” He bites my shoulder and starts moving. Every thrust is harder, faster, deeper than the last until he’s pounding into me like his life depends on it. I love it. I don’t ever want him to stop.

“Use me,” I whimper in that innocent tone that belies what I’m doing.

“I get so hard when you talk like that,” Nick growls. “Do sweet boys like being used as a fuck toy?”

My cheeks heat at what he’s insinuating, it’s embarrassing but my cock thickens. Oh god. I reach for my dick and stroke myself, not sure I’ll be able to come again but willing to try.

“Answer me,” Nick demands, wrapping a hand around my throat and pulling me until my back is arched and I’m almost leaning against him.

“Yes, use me,” I sob, overwhelmed but knowing I need this release, I need him to force me.

“Your hole is sloppy with your own cum, Joey.”

His dirty talk goes straight to my balls. I’m achingly hard again and ready to burst. My brain can’t process his words and the sensations and how much I like all of it.

“Show me how much you like being a fuck toy. Squeeze your used ass around my cock and make me come.” The palm of his hand presses against my throat while his fingers dig into my jaw and cheeks. Nick bites my earlobe and pulls, forcing more sensation on my body until I can’t tell which way is up and my balls empty, shooting cum onto the floor and the door. My body tightens and Nick grunts, his last few thrusts harder than just a minute ago as he fills my ass.

My knees buckle, and I fall forward against the door to stay standing. Nick leans against me too, both of us panting and sweaty.

Holy fuck, that was the best sex of my life.

Chapter six

Nick

After mind-blowing sex, Joey crashed in my room. Wrapped around each other, I slept better than I ever have. I’m a little nervous at how dependent I’m becoming. How am I going to explain how attached to him I am already?

Joey has become insatiable. Not just wanting to fuck, but to touch, stroke, cuddle, explore. I guess we better get it out of our systems now before Neal gets back and Joey has to get back to hockey. I can’t wait to go to a game though. Watching him handle his teammate on Sunday night was sexy as fuck.

It’s Wednesday morning, his fucking alarm is screaming, and he’s still snoring against my chest.

“Joe,” I grumble, pushing him.

“Huh?” He’s not awake yet.

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